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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.

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[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.]

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!]

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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.

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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.]

I--

[oh.

He wasn't expecting such an emotional response--but still he wraps his arms around her in response to the hug, bowing his head down to kiss the crown of her head apologetically.

She's not wrong, though.]

Sorry, it's just...it's not the first time I've had someone ask that question. Always ended up having a pedantic argument when they accused me of being too squeamish to suck my own dick, so demonstrations ended up being the best way to avoid it entirely...

[Noriko will find herself rising up a bit against his chest as he inhales deeply.

...just a case of stubborn tenacity, too. Keep thinking one day I'll manage to do it.

I'm sorry, Noriko. I didn't mean to scare you. I won't do it again.

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[He must be a lot of fun to sleep on because she might as well have just floated for a moment there. Except he has to sleep in water so maybe that doesn't work out too well.

Her emotions deflate just as quickly as they reared their gross heads, and she nods first, trying to put brain back together. Everything is fine, and for as painful as it must have been for him he just admitted it wasn't the first time. He knew how to take care of himself, so she just had to trust in that.]

I know, and I'm sorry I freaked out. [And hopefully they can just leave it at that. He doesn't get to unlock the tragic backstory until the tenth date at least. She sits up properly but leans in to kiss his cheek, she wants him to know that she really isn't upset.]

But stubbornness aside, if you tell me it's not a thing that can happen, I'm gonna believe you. Even if you could do it and it still made you squeamish, that's enough of a reason that no one should be an entitled little fuckwad. [When she smiles it's as gentle as it is genuine.]

I don't want you to feel like you can't be straight with me, okay?

[He could sleep out of the water too! If he doesn't mind waking up the next morning very dry and very cranky. ...Which he does.

Boxer brings up a hand so that he can gently brush the back of his finger against her cheek after she nods, giving her a small smile and tapping her lips with his fingertip following her kiss.]

It's okay.

[Tenth? What, he doesn't get a discount for fucking her brains out? Does that even count for anything?!]

I'll keep that in mind from now on.

[Honestly he'd deepthroat his entire length if he could, he knows he has a rare opportunity and it's disappointing he doesn't get to take advantage of it even though he can deepthroat human males without problems. Just not meant to be, is it?]

But now that we've covered that, you want to see what actually works for me? I can even get you involved...if you want.

[He says that as if he wasn't totally aware of the wanton look she gave him while he demonstrated his fellatio skills.]

[Ten days is after the discount! He might be able to knock it down to six or seven after they eat, it depends.]

Of course! I want to do more for you! Right now it's a little unfair!

[He's got all the tricks and she doesn't exactly know what to do with him, and that's just not right. It certainly doesn't make for a good, mutually beneficial relationship! But the obstacles don't bother her and she's excited to get over them! It's not fun if she's just taking left and right because while he can obviously make it a fun time, she likes to give as much as she gets.

So teach her, Boxer. There's probably nothing that she won't give a fair shot.]

[Damn. Fair enough.]

Then let's level the playing field.

[He points to the other end of the couch.]

I know it might be a lot to ask, but could you take a seat over there? Need to get into position.

I think I can handle that.

[Does she like not cuddling? Of course not. But she's often forced to spend large amounts of time not being the little spoon, so she untangles herself from Boxer and scoots back. It probably means that his tentacle will let go of her waist, and maybe she should grab her towel but ... Nah.

So she goes to the other end of the couch, facing him but with one leg tucked under her body, and the other relaxed off the couch.]

[With her off his lap, he puts a hand on the back of the couch to push himself up and the other hand to reach under him, pulling out a pillow he'd been sitting on this whole time. He puts it up against the side of the arm rest, then squirms his way into laying belly-down on the couch, head on the pillow and his "rear" facing Noriko. Boxer holds up a forearm and two of his tentacles reach up to coil their ends around it to prop his underside open for Noriko to see.

It's very busy down there, with all those large, numerous sucker sets and the pale membrane between them. Now she can see where his penis comes from: in the center of it all, where his flesh distends a little bit around it to accommodate his girth, but it doesn't look painful.

His face is very red by now. Sure, it's not like it's a secret he tries to keep, but very few people get to see the underside of a kraken, and those that do rarely live to tell it. He doesn't really want the feeling of being shamelessly exposed to go away, though...]

So...how's the view?

[If nothing else she can definitely see why he needed the space.

For the most part there's a lot of processing, she has to figure out what she's actually seeing before there can be any valid reaction. But once that fades she's ... Really, really curious. Also, it's weirdly comforting to know where his dick comes from because it really did just seem to come in and out of the ether of the unknown universe. She'd still like the guy if he had a magical cock but it might have been a little weird. This is at least perfectly logical, and simple to absorb.]

Pretty damn cool.

[Because, well, it is! She doesn't have the mind to censor her reactions any, and she leans a bit closer to really take in the pattern of his suckers. Without really thinking about it she slides her fingers over one sucker, and then another, sort of making a little trail inward, towards the center.] Are these ones different from the others?

[More sensitive or prone to anything? It's sort of an idle question and ... Maybe she should have waited for an invitation to go exploring his anatomy - nobody'd blame you for telling her to back off, Boxer.]

Thank you.

[Actually, to have her come closer was exactly what he wanted. The fact that she wants to play with his suckers is inconsequential.]

They're the strongest ones. It's because of them I can climb sheer surfaces...and their suction is strong enough to rip someone's skin off if I wanted to.

[Is that layer of potential danger at all exciting, Noriko? Although he'd actively have to attempt it to make it happen. While he entertains her line of curiosity, however, his dick is starting to weave around her hips.]

Say, Noriko...have you ever wanted to have your own giant tentacle dick?

[Because his tentacle is definitely wrapped around her hips like a solid strap-on, giving her a good six feet of soft dick to play with.]

Oh, well, I'm gonna go ahead and guess that's well under your control. [It's a little exciting, yes, but very well tempered against the fact that he's clearly old enough to have a better sense of control of himself. That, and she figured that he might like her skin on her body, which is also very helpful! She's not too worried, though maybe it should be alarming that she can trust this guy so much after an incredibly short amount of time together.

But what's far more important is the way he's wrapped around her body, she has to grin at how inventive that is.]

Not really, but it's definitely good to try out as much as you can in life!

[Besides, this feels a lot more comfortable than a regular strap on, even if she does kind of worry about his length bending and twisting to fit her body - doesn't that hurt?

But a more important question might be ... Where can it go, for him? Maybe where it basically starts? That's a possibility. Either way she's already coming closer, trying to figure out the best position. He's really so much bigger than her, so she probably can't get around his membrane-skirt deal to get a hold of what counts for his hips, huh? She's never hated her own lack of size as much as she does right now.]

[No way, it actually feels great to be crammed into tight spaces. Ergo the pleasure of stuffing Noriko full of his fat tentacles--because it feels good, and not necessarily in a sexy way.

But both of them are very comfortable, which means that he's got the all green. Don't worry, Noriko, you'll figure out how to get your hands on his hips soon.]

So, uh...

[Man, it sucks that he has to pause the momentum right now, but...]

I know this can look kinda gross...but it's just ink, promise.

[His free hand reaches down and touches a part of himself that is just above his gold tentacle, and it finally makes itself apparent as an orifice when he spreads the flesh to expose it further. It, uh...

starts drooling black fluid.]

[Oh there it is! See, that makes much more sense!]

It's not bad! Don't worry so much. [Granted, he's got a reason to, he's making himself incredibly vulnerable here, but she pats at the top-ish area of his membrane-skirt all the same, a gesture meant to be more comforting than anything else. The ink is definitely weird looking but it'd be even weirder if a passage that was made for being penetrated didn't have some form of lubrication. Or, well, it'd certainly hurt a whole lot more if you were going to use it for messing around.]

Kinda always wondered how it felt. [And now is a good time to figure that out! Rather than just stand there on her knees one hand goes ahead and lazily strokes his dick where it's nestled between her legs. The other traces the rim of his apparent entrance, and it seems kinda right (or at least safe) to treat it sort of like a pussy, with consideration and patience. Can she work a finger in there, or is it best to let him keep showing her?]

I mean, if it can work anything like mine, then isn't it sort of a good sign? 'Dry ain't high, but wet is best' and all that.

[... Don't ask where she heard that. Or do, but it's an awkward and kind of pathetic story.]

[Jeez. She's really supportive, isn't she? It takes him off-guard...and it really makes his heart swell. He's exposed her to a lot of caveats of having sex with him already, and she's been more than enthused for every step of the way.

God, it's enough to make him want to cry.]

It's, uh...

[Wow, he can't even get his thoughts in order. She's making him feel incredible on the inside and the outside. How the hell could his ex possibly let her go...?]

I'm making it come out. Don't want too much, 'cause it stains--skin included.

[So she's more than welcome to finger him, if she doesn't mind having fingers that look like she had an overexcited henna tattoo artist go at her fingers.

But her little phonetic makes him chuckle a little bit, helping him get out of that mental self-consciousness.]

I-I don't think I've heard that one before.

I hadn't either, and believe me it wasn't very inspiring for the situation! [But when she looks up and glances at him ... Maybe it helped him a little, so that's enough for her. His warnings hare noted as far as the ink but she doesn't have to go back to work until the following Tuesday - that's nearly three full days for the ink to fade, and hopefully that's enough. If it's not she'll say a very stubborn pen exploded in her hands.

No one will believe her, but they won't say anything, either.

So for now she focuses on slowly edging her finger in, smearing the ink around his rim, mostly to see if it helps. About halfway in she stops to slowly shift in and out, seeing how he reacts to it, feeling the literal inside of his body, testing the squeeze of the passage and all that. There's a lot of irony in the fact that she's touching him the same way she wished someone would have when she was a virgin, though she has no doubt that Boxer isn't one, even in this way.]

Tell me if I'm hitting a bad note here, handsome.

[She's incredibly focused on each motion, from pumping his cock to fingerfucking the guy. She's maybe a little too gentle, but incredibly focused and most of all? She's not particularly nervous so much as intensely determined to make sure she doesn't accidentally scratch something the wrong way, or push a limit of his - she'll have to shorten her nails a bit now.]

[All things considered, "a stubborn pen exploded" is a much more believable story than "I fingered a kraken." They'll just have to take it.]

Mmh...

[He shifts his weight side to side a little as his bulk settles into the couch a little more, his eyes falling shut.]

Frankly, I'm in heaven right now.

[She is really gentle. Really, really gentle, in a way that he wouldn't even afford himself. But instead of getting frustrated or bored, he just enjoys the ride, a unique touch that is worth savoring every second.

(Usually he just eats virgins out. The mouth with a bunch of sharp teeth seems like the best option, given a single finger would be a standard stretch for someone experienced.)

Boxer's back arches his back gracefully, shoulders and hips raising up as a more ink gushes out of him. As he does so, the tentacle around her hips becomes a tighter fit while the section in her hand gets gradually thicker and hotter, and that fountain of precum starts up again.

There's probably a real good reason why the couch they're sitting in is all black pleather.]

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