Most students would agree that finals week took a lot out of them. As Andy threw the door to her room open and dragged her book bag through the threshold, she was inclined to agree with every last one of them. The raccoon tossed her book bag aside, letting it fall a few feet away as she closed her door again with her foot. The books contained therein were unimportant now that she had finished her last final, so she was free to deal with it later. 

Andy let out a deep sigh and closed her eyes. She was free at last from the infernal tests that had filled her last week of school to the brim, and forced her up late on more than one occasion as she did some last-minute pre-test cramming. But now that they were all over, she found herself exhausted, and her bed looked more comfortable by the minute. With the motor skills of the zombie she had been practically reduced to, the raccoon walked straight to the edge of her bed and let gravity do the rest, allowing the soft comforter to rush up to meet her.

She let out a moan into the plush comforter- by god was it comfortable!- before she kicked off her shoes and pulled herself under the cool sheets. She rolled onto her back and lazily reached onto her nightstand, hand fumbling amongst the objects placed there until she found her TV remote. Now that her classes were essentially done, and given that it was a Friday afternoon, she felt that she could relax to her fullest. She needed it. She deserved it, especially after that one final- why in the world did that instructor have to word questions so ambiguously? As she flipped the TV on with one hand, she brought the other to massage her forehead; she could feel a headache coming on just thinking back to how painful that particular test had been.

She took a few minutes to flip through the local channels, finding that despite it being halfway through the afternoon, most of them were still running less-than-interesting programming. If her long nights of studying didn't knock her out for a sorely needed nap, at least the daytime television talk shows would. 

Setting her controller aside for the moment, Andy let her eyes droop and close gently as she listened to the talk show host go back and forth with her guests. It wasn't particularly interesting, but the noise was served as something to focus on as the raccoon dozed in her bed. Even now, she could feel her mind slipping ever so gently towards sleep...

Except, it seemed, sleep would not come easily. Her eyes opened but a moment later to find the same talk show on, going back and forth with the same guest. Andy knew she was tired, so why was she still awake? Maybe she needed another, more comfortable position? The raccoon rolled over onto her side and buried her head into the soft pillows, desperately trying to lull herself to sleep. After a few moments, she realized this pose wasn't working, either. She flopped onto her other side and tried again- sleep still eluded her.

The minutes crept by as the tired girl found herself growing more and more exasperated before she just gave up. Andy rolled onto her back again and let her head drop under its own weight onto her pillows. Why couldn't she fall asleep? She'd been looking forward to the moment where she could have collapsed and snoozed the rest of the day away less than an hour ago. Now it seemed like a far-off dream. She sighed before shifting again. She couldn't even get comfortable anymore!

It took her a moment, but Andy slowly began to realize that her uncomfortable state wasn't because of her position, but because of the lumps she was apparently sharing her bed with.

Lumps that, upon closer examination, were moving of their own accord under the sheets.

That wasn't particularly normal. In fact, that wasn't normal at all.

Confused, Andy pulled the sheets from off of her, determined to get to the bottom of the issue of the imposing lumps apparently infesting her bed. What she exposed underneath, however, thoroughly shocked her: from under her bed, numerous, slimy tentacles reached up and under her bed sheets. Now exposed, they seemed equally as confused as the raccoon was, completely at a loss as to why they were now cold. They slithered around on the mattress, eager to seek out the next source of warmth they could find.

Unfortunately, that next source of warmth turned out to be Andy herself. They pushed themselves against her legs as they worked their way up, poking at her through her jeans, trying to find a way to get themselves closer to her body heat. The raccoon made to shriek at the discovery, but it caught in her throat as she actively pushed them back down toward the foot of the bed, brushing them off her legs as they tried to climb up her body. This proved to be an exercise in futility as they slowly became more aggressive as they were repeatedly denied the warm spot on the bed, as they pushed back against Andy's hands, eventually discovering a new avenue of attack: the leg holes through which her legs were now currently occupying. The raccoon's jeans weren't all that tight around her legs, allowing enough space for the tentacles to nose their way in against her white fur. 

The harder Andy tried to extricate herself from the grasp of the tentacles, the more they seemed to wrap themselves around her legs. What started off as an initially easy job of pushing them away quickly turned into a difficult situation of having to practically unwind them from around her ankles and calves. She clawed at them, which seemed to loosen them momentarily, but still found it difficult to get them fully off before they wound up wrapping themselves around her body again.

However, while she was busy focusing on her lower half, the tentacles found themselves drawn to her upper body. With little warning, the girl found her left hand bound by the infernal things, which took her by surprise as the offending appendage strained to get her under control. Andy, not one to go down without a fight, reached over with her right and struggled to pull herself free, finding that the harder she pulled, the harder the tentacle seemed to pull back. Unfortunately, the creatures seemed to be having none of her fighting. With another sudden surprise attack, another tentacle wrapped itself around her throat, curling itself around her neck in such a way that it both surprised and choked her. In one fell move, it pulled her hard against the mattress before a third appendage wrapped itself around her last free hand, effectively binding her to the bed as they continued to explore her body.

She had to admit, she was a little scared as to where the appendages had come from, as well as what they might do next. She could feel them snaking their way across her legs and arms, each one rubbery and cold against her fur and skin as they explored farther along their individual paths. Andy strained and kicked against them, but found that it was of no use; between the bindings holding her in place, and the difficult time breathing she was having, she was effectively trapped, tied to her bed by slimy tentacles as they had their way with her.

As the minutes ticked by, Andy could feel them edging ever closer to her chest and between her legs. A few more tentacles introduced themselves by wrapping themselves around her stomach and prodding out from there. She twitched as she felt one in particular force its way down the front of her pants, no doubt invited by the warmth she had there. The tentacle forced itself slowly under the denim and the soft underwear underneath, eventually bursting the button that held her pants closed and forcing the zipper apart, only granting the tentacle more room to slide deeper into Andy's pants. The raccoon twitched against the tentacle as she felt it brush its cold form against the top of her lips as it sought to find even warmer parts of her. She knew this wasn't going to end well.

While the tentacle in Andy's pants continued to poke her sensitive flesh, the other tentacles began to explore her other regions. Two more snaked their way from her stomach and up her chest, finding they could easily force their way both under her askew shirt and into the cups of her bra. She renewed her struggle against the creatures as she fought against the uncomfortable cold appendages now curling their way around her breasts, but she was completely at their mercy. With every tug of her arm or kick of her leg, the tentacles holding her in place would spring back, not willing to let go of their prize.

With a sudden gasp, Andy felt the southern-trending tentacle slide down the front of her slit, eliciting both pleasure and panic in the girl. The icy, rubbery tentacle had begun to warm up some, picking up some of her body heat, but she still found its next move particularly uncomfortable: slowly, the tip of the curious appendage pressed against her lips before they parted under the force, letting the invader slide deep into her warm, moist depths, mixing a small amount of its tentacle slime with her own juices. She could feel the length of tentacle swell some as it finally discovered such a warm spot; it fluttered inside her, rolling its tip across Andy's walls as the appendage began to ebb and flow inside her. 

In a way, it felt like it was beginning to thrust into her, but it wasn't exactly moving. Instead, the muscular tissue it was made of swelled along the length as it tried its best to maximize the surface area that was able to be warmed by the heat deep inside the raccoon's nether regions. Andy found herself gasping for breath as the other tentacles tensed up before they loosened again, seemingly in rhythm to the work of the tentacle inside her. 

She would have struggled against her captor again, but she knew it was useless; she reluctantly submitted to the tentacle as it did its job inside her. She felt dirty with every little movement it made, despite how good it felt. Given how tight the tentacle was wrapped around her neck, she found it exceptionally hard to catch her breath as her body reacted to the pleasure. Quickly, she found herself growing light headed as the tentacle wrapped around her neck increasingly tighter, and the one working itself into her slit sped up its own work.

The longer the tentacles went at her, the more she found herself gasping for breath; her body was beginning to starve for oxygen as Andy slipped in and out of consciousness, barely able to comprehend the pleasure washing over her body as the tentacles began to squeeze and massage all over the raccoon's form. The one working itself inside her was pulsating at an almost alarming rate; by now it was warm, having leeched enough body heat from its host to no longer be uncomfortable, but had begun to leak even more grotesque fluids from its surface. These fluids mixed with Andy's own, before they ran down her thighs and soaked into her fur and bed sheets.

After a few more thrusts, however, the tentacles tensed up one final time before they rapidly began to pulsate. From the tip, a spray of sticky, clear fluids began to erupt, spattering her body and matting her fur. With what little awareness she had, Andy felt the tentacle inside her flood her insides with the same fluids, which immediately began to leak out from around the penetrating tentacle and soak a wet spot on the bed.

With a sudden gasp, Andy bolted upright in her bed. She found herself free from the tentacles that had assaulted her, though strangely enough, was drenched in sweat instead of the viscous fluids the mysterious appendages had left a moment before. Her hand went instinctively to her neck, which she found was perfectly normal. Her hands trailed down to her chest: her bra was askew, but nothing that indicated an intimate tentacle attack. Moving lower, her pants were fastened securely, but uncomfortably wet. What had happened to her? Had it just been a dream?

Andy rubbed an eye and rolled out of bed, stopping momentarily to check under her bed. She found nothing that confirmed the existence of her tentacle aggressors and nothing was out of place. With a sigh of relief, she fetched a new pair of pants and underwear and walked over to her bedroom door. She was definitely going to need a long, warm shower after that dream for sure.