consentacle fun, etc.

[n_ll]

The following prompts can be BYOM (bring your own monster) if you so desire! Anything goes. Literally anything.

"Monsters" are common around here. They always have been. While many societies choose to revere them as gods or use them to instill fear into ill-behaved children, the monsters of New Cloudbank are one with the people and have been able to hold jobs, own property and self, and vote; freedoms gained from a civil movement some decades ago. While societal integration has gone somewhat smoothly, there is some resistance held by conservative individuals that look down on monster-human relations and hold the untrue belief that some of the less humanshape monsters are a threat to people.

Boxer is an example of one such creature. His upper body is proportionally larger than any human; that if he stood on human legs he would easily reach thirteen feet tall, cut like someone who exercises on a needlessly regular schedule. However, he does not stand on human legs at all, but rather a numerous set of tentacles, rich cocoa-brown like the rest of his skin, decorated with stark yellow stripes at their base and a line of dots along their topsides, lined with dark golden suction cups on the opposite side, and delicate membranes between them. His yellow accents, including his eyes, glow under dark enough conditions to see them.

He's never harmed a human in his life, much rather the opposite if anything, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have a reputation for it...

Errands.

A monster's gotta eat.

Of course, he doesn't have to drop by for meat, as the only thing he puts on his table are things he caught with his own hands swimming in the depths outside of the bay. But frying fish in its own juices does not a meal plan make, so regular supermarket trips are the solution to well-rounded meals.

But he can't quite get around like everyone else, on account of boneless tentacles being designed more for underwater agility than, well, walking. So he has to opt for a wheelchair, one custom-built to accommodate his bulk and allows him to comfortably use his extra appendages for his wheel-based mobility while keeping his hands free.

Although being just shy of wheelchair-bound on land, he's at less disadvantage than one might think, using his long tentacles to snatch things off of the topmost shelf with length to spare. Otherwise, he tries to keep them hidden under a soft, knitted blanket, for the comfort of strangers, who tend to stare anyway. (Oh well.) He likes to joke that it's not his form, but the fact that he chooses to dress somewhat formally even for his mundane outings, even though he knows that's not the case.

Maybe you're the one struggling to reach that favorite item of yours so conveniently stashed just beyond finger's grasp on the top shelf.

"Here. I'll get that for you," he says, with an easy smile.

Bet you weren't prepared for a tentacle to hand you something when you went out today.

Shore.

This quiet little section of the beach is usually deserted, rumored to be the place where feral monsters hunt for humans. Now this, this is a rumor that is entirely Boxer's fault, purposely spread to his few visitors so he could have this little piece of heaven all to himself.

Maybe you're a regular here. Maybe you're a brave new first-time visitor, hopefully to catch sight of the man-eating monster for yourself. Either way, the sight is hardly as intimidating as the legend: he's sprawled out naked on the warm sand, basking in the sunlight that beats against his bare, chiseled back as he naps.

Scary.

Water.

New Cloudbank is a large city-state with bustling seaside commerce, full of fishery companies, international trade, and tourism. A water-dweller like Boxer is almost never without work, since many companies are chomping at the bit to commission an strong, amphibious monster to survey the deep for the next best catch, keeping the water safe, or mounting rescues for wayward tourists.

He loves what he does for a living.

Maybe you, too, are of similar business, using your nonhuman physiology to your advantage in the outer bay waters, catching Boxer in the middle of what he does best. Or maybe you're simply a patron of these companies--for Boxer, as brazen as he is to get a free drink, will gladly suction-cup climb his way into boats and schmooze with locals and tourists alike.

Wildcard!

Comments

[gunslingerqueen]

[He'll have a lot more than just four stories to go up with that particular building.]

Mmhm. We could go after dinner.

[It'll be empty either way.] Kind of thrilling for a first date.

[There's your out, Boxer. No shame in using it.]

[n_ll]

[He figures.

Expect him to need to hold your hand, Noriko.]

Thrilling? It's just a big building with a view, right?

["...right?"]

[gunslingerqueen]

Right.

[She will definitely hold his hand.]

But there's something about empty buildings, man, you can get up to all sorts of romantic or introspective stuff in them! I've found the various answers to life because of empty buildings.

[Although that's a separate kind of thing in and of itself.]

[n_ll]

[He...doesn't appreciate where his mind goes when she says romantic. Hey, you wanna christen your new gym with a good fuck? Yeah, right.]

"Introspective." Hn.

I'm sure if I tried have internal dialogue on the top floor of an empty building, all I'd hear is screaming.

[Thrilling indeed.]

[gunslingerqueen]

[Maybe his mind was a step ahead of hers because that response goes beyond some handholding - if he's really that bad with heights she might just cradle his entire upper body to her. She is small and her muscle is nothing compared to his but she will protect him!! Somehow!!

But, yeah, definitely thrilling.]

Well, if we get there and you don't want to go up, we'll avoid the internal screaming entirely! [She shrugs, and leans up to kiss his jaw.] The only internal screaming I enjoy is over something cute. Like, y'know, me in a slutty bunny outfit or something. Or cuddling!

[Two of these things don't go together ...]

[n_ll]

[Yeah, but handholding is the only lifeline he's assertive enough to ask for. He's not really sure he'd be able to ask can I cling to your entire body in the moment.

Boxer gives her a little bit of a pandered smile as he tilts upwards at the kiss to his jaw, in case she wanted any access to his neck. He appreciates the attempt to draw the conversation to something a little more fun and comfortable.]

Wouldn't say those make me scream internally. The opposite, if anything. Calming excitement. [What an oxymoron.] Like a good caffeine buzz.

Wanna know what I like? Thigh highs and boots. Ones with big heels. Garters--you know, real ones, not the ones with lousy straps.

[Are you taking notes, Noriko?]

[gunslingerqueen]

[She could go for his neck, sure, but that's too obvious, instead she takes the opportunity to listen, busying herself with a path along his jaw before suddenly shifting to his collarbone. She'll go up to his neck from there, far too slowly because he seems like the type to be very, very patient. That's the kind of thing that needs to be tested.]

Oh, you like heels? You're going to fucking adore me.

[She has to run around construction sites forty percent of the time but the great majority of her shoes consist of high heels, or boots with heels, or just purely sexy boots. It's good to know she's got that on lock, and he's basically giving her the rest on a silver platter.]

You really are the classic type. What about corsets, though? The more modern variety. [Not that she needs the help pushing the girls up but, hey. Sometimes she enjoys the staring.]

[n_ll]

[She's definitely pinned him. Instead of getting all up in arms about how slow she's going, he's revelling in it. Like this, though, she's not far from the siphon on the left side of his throat, about the same height and size of his Adam's apple. It's shut tight right now, so it's not like anything will fall inside of it by accident, but still...it's pretty sensitive, but he figures he can trust her around it.]

In a way, Noriko, I already do.

[In several ways, actually.

See, and he doesn't actually get to look at boots all that often out on the water. No one's gonna bring their heels just to sink them into the sand, but he does get to see a few when he's being naughty and crawling his way up onto the tourist boats and cruise liners to socialize and grab a few drinks.

But he usually doesn't hit on tourists, because the type are usually married.]

On you? Sheesh. [No, she doesn't need the help, but he's picturing it anyway.] Usually I judge on a case-by-case basis, but I'll garner a wage that you've got an eye for them.

[gunslingerqueen]

[She has absolutely no understanding of monsterkind or sea creatures in general. Mostly due to the incredibly ironic fact that unless it was a clownfish or a sea horse (tiny things that could appear harmless) she felt something along the lines of a respect laced kind of caution. Boxer's an exception in a great number of ways, mostly because she can't fear him any more than she would any other man when they met because of beer.

So hopefully she doesn't bother his anatomy, because she's more focused on just doing as she pleases and listening, obviously her eyes are open, but unless there's a noticeable dip in his skin or something, she isn't likely to notice on her own.]

Of course. [And since they're sharing:] You know every lady needs a little black dress, right? It's a classic necessity. Now, you pair that with a corset, sheer stockings, black heels? [She nips with her teeth, very gentle, more for effect than anything.] It's always a show stopper.

[n_ll]

[Fortunately, it's a pretty obvious structure.

He flinches a little more than he probably needs to, just because he's tetchy around that area, not because it actually hurts. He still keeps his neck exposed even after it.]

A corset? You mean, over the dress?

[She certainly doesn't need it under.]

A woman dressed like that would have my entire attention captive...

[gunslingerqueen]

[While it's good that it doesn't hurt ... That's the sort of response that'll keep her from repeating the act, just to be safe.]

Nope, under. [Something can be a good idea whether you need it or not! Such is the way of fashion, and the simple fact that she looks really goddamn epic in that outfit. Anything that makes you feel like you can take over the world is a good idea.]

Although I like to think I had a good bit of your attention in a bikini, too. [She laughs a little, temporarily presses her forehead to his shoulder.] The beer helped, though!

[He was just so excited for it.] You were really cute!

[You know. She might have just wrecked the mood they had going there but she might not even feel bad about it because it was true!]

[n_ll]

[With her interest waned, he tilts his head back down to look at her.]

No...pretty sure that was just you. And the beer.

[The hand on her hip comes up and keeps his reach around her to come up and balance her chin between his thumb and forefinger so that he can crane his head down to giver her a long kiss on the lips.]

Were?

[Every so often he remembers how to self-confidence.]

[gunslingerqueen]

[And the beer, of course. She ends up giggling again right before they kiss, but she's more than happy to get lost in that, shifting a little so both arms can fit around his neck, gentle and loose. That little comment earns him a grin.]

Were. Now you're being all gentlemanly and hot. Same result, different path.

[Certainly not any less endearing! She goes back to kissing, though, after glancing down very briefly because ... can she get away with straddling his lap? Or would it be awkward and too weighty for his tentacles? And when is their food supposed to get here because unless her has an exhibition kink it's probably a good idea to keep away from too much of the fun sexiness until it gets here, but self control is hard.]

[n_ll]

[With all of this lively conversation, he might've...forgotten about the food, actually.]

The truth is out.

[She's more than welcome to sit on his lap, but one wonders if the girth around his membrane-skirt might make it feel a little more like a split than a straddle. There might be a little more of a conventional progression here than what he has in mind, but he slips his hands under the edges of her towel to rest them on her ass. Well, more of her ass and her upper thighs, given their size. Even like this, though, his fingertips are still dangerously close to the goods.]

[gunslingerqueen]

[Oh no! But it's fine, it just means that whenever she ends up sleeping she'll wake up starving, which'll probably mean ducking out for food at some point in the general future.]

The beginning of the truth, still figuring you out.

[And that kind of thing takes time, and right now she's more than willing to invest that and more in getting to know him. But that's all very serious and in truth her thoughts are heading far more southward very, very quickly. The general proximity of his fingers is enough to create an unyielding kind of anticipation. One set of fingers sneaks up the back of his neck, into his hair.]

[n_ll]

[Oh, no, that's the problem:

It's on it's way.]

Glad to know I come off as that enigmatic.

[His hair is still a little damp from the swim he had to take to get back here, smelling pleasantly of the sea. His tentacles are a little more fidgety now, idly curling around her calves, playing with her toes, rubbing against her heels...]

Speaking of which, I said I'd show you something, didn't I? Ah...what was it...

[He's fully aware of what he said he'd show her, but he's interested to hear how she'll refer to it. Or just come up with something out of left field, that'd be interesting too.]

[gunslingerqueen]

Oh, I asked you why you don't suck your own dick because I imagined it for a second!

[To be fair the way she had it all laid out was really hot!] And then you said some words I didn't exactly understand.

[If she was meant to pick up on the fact that he's basically pretending to not know then ... She hasn't. But while she says that and steals a kiss where she can, she reaches down to touch a tentacle here and there, more than happy to invite them to do as they please. She missed the lil' boxers!]

[n_ll]

Right, right...

[Damn. There's a pretty valid reason for why he doesn't like doing it, but with the way she says it...he really doesn't want to deprive her of the show.

A show she'll get anyway.

The gold tentacle shows up with no pomp and circumstance, slipping its way over Noriko's hip from behind. It's technically not erect--the only way to really tell is that it's not dripping in precum, but who's keeping score here really--and he makes quite the show of slowly caressing his own jaw, lips, mouth, before opening it and closing his eyes and letting it slither in. He gets about four or five inches in before he closes his lips around it to make a seal, rocking his head to the side, up and down, as if he was really getting into it, using the tentacle to push against the inside of his cheek to distend it outward, mostly for her visual enjoyment.

His hands and tentacles knead at her body while he does all of this, as if she were the one who owned the object currently in his mouth--exacerbated when he opens half-lidded eyes to lock onto hers.

Boxer is fully aware that this isn't really showing her what his problem is, but if she's gonna end up dressing up for him, he might as well pay it forward.]

[gunslingerqueen]

[Wow, where'd that fun guy come from, anyway? And, huh, is it just her or is it a little smaller this time? She completely missed it! But she can manage to catch the rest, if only because Boxer obviously has a plan in mind right now. It only seems right to pay attention, to the extent that she doesn't really do anything but stare and it's ... Uh. Man. Oh man. The only reason she isn't openly panting is because Nariko has one degree of pride left, and even that is attempting to erode itself because he really knows what to do, doesn't he?

There's really something to be said for trust in a relationship, getting to switch the paradigm - it's fun, it's incredibly hot, and maybe it touches upon some part of her that she hasn't quite put a name to yet. Because watching Boxer definitely makes her want to give him what he's already given her, even if he ends up being quiet about it. It's a sudden, almost painful need in the pit of her stomach but she can't help feeling guilty about it.

Because acting is acting, and she had already figured that if there wasn't something keeping him from going about it this way, then he wouldn't be as likely to sleep with random women on the beach.

But it would be presumptuous and maybe even a bit rude of her to just go pulling on it, so she tries for a compromise, here.]

Hey, [There's a great deal more heat to her voice, it's more focused than her half mindless comments from earlier.] give me have some.

[It ends up being a gentle sort of order.]

[n_ll]

[Jesus, he's been in this business for too long. He really meant to tease her, not to get her that hot and bothered, but apparently he doesn't know his own power. He's not even done with his demonstration yet.]

Nn-hnn.

[Because he's trying to make a point, damn it! Besides, he's not really ready for it to be used. If she really wants something of his to suck on, she'll have to make do with the second best option. One of his regular tentacles slides up from between her legs, smooth side rubbing against her mound as it threads its way under her towel, bursting out from both the towel and her cleavage, giving her a good three feet of girthy tentacle to work with.]

[gunslingerqueen]

[Boxer is incredibly formidable, that much is true! But she also likes seeing guys on the receiving end, so that was just a pure coincidence.

But his refusal earns a pout, but nothing else. She's not going to force him but it would have been wrong to go without asking! Though is he's aiming to show her a specific matter or whatever, it's completely beyond her, and so is the complete loss of her towel, which didn't stand a chance against the size of his tentacle or how she spread her legs a little more and rocks her hips over it. That's not all that she wants but it's a start, and she can be a little patient! Sometimes!

She doesn't suck anything just yet but it's becoming an incredibly tempting idea with each passing second.]

[n_ll]

[He's starting to suspect it, which means she's really going to like the show he has in store for her later.

And, okay, maybe this whole charade wasn't just for her sake. He was psyching himself up for the next part because, hey, maybe this'll be the time he finally pulls it off. He steadies himself with an even inhale and lets his tentacle slowly sink in deeper through his throat. Six inches, seven, eight, nine, ten--

He doesn't exactly gag. In fact, it's worse: he chokes, even though he's not needing air right now. The siphon on his throat opens and painfully distends, and me makes a noise that is probably what a fish would sound like while desperately gasping for air--a haggard wheeze through his siphon, which probably makes the pain even worse if the tears at the edges of his eyes are any indication. Boxer has to bring up a hand and forcefully pull the tentacle out of his mouth, using the other to cover his open siphon to block the air intake. He mouths the words "stop it, stop it, stop it" but sound doesn't come out, a mildly panicked look on his face.

If she thought she derailed the mood earlier--she's gonna have a hard time topping this.]

[gunslingerqueen]

[You know what, she really has to trust her instincts more often.

But also what the fuck!

They both get to make weird noises there because she sort of squeak-howls while keeping her mouth closed, which is a little odd. Her hands linger uselessly as her body goes rigid, entirely unsure of how to help him and the lack of understanding, the inability, is completely terrifying.

There is ... Basically nothing she can do, right? Except sit there on his couch and hope that he's got enough control over what's happening to him, that he can calm himself down enough for his body to go back to it's land dwelling habits.]

[n_ll]

[Thankfully, things do quickly return to normal. His siphon eventually stops freaking out, and with a few righting coughs he gets things sorted back out.]

So...yeah.

[His tentacle comes to a rest across her thighs.]

I don't know, it's...if I try to get it deep enough to be more than just foreplay...my respiratory system starts acting like I'm underwater.

[Boxer takes in a long, deep breath to shake off the reflexive panic.]

I imagine it's what drowning feels like.

[gunslingerqueen]

You could have just told me that!

[INSTEAD OF BASICALLY CHOKING YOURSELF BOXER, HOLY SHIT.

Seriously if there was some really good reason for not just, y'know, communicating that normally, then she can't hope to understand it right now. If something had happened to him then she wouldn't have known what to do aside from call an EMT, and how exactly could they help him, anyway? Did they know how to help monsterkind's? They certainly fucking should!]

Please don't ever do that again, okay? [Just - fuck. Just sit there while she hugs you for a second, okay? This is a very emotional reaction, it's silly and she kind of knows that, she'll certainly know it later.

But when you've already watched the life die out of someone's eyes it tends to stay with you, and it's not pleasant to be reminded of in even the vaguest manner.]