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]

[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.]

[n_ll]

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.

[gunslingerqueen]

[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?

[n_ll]

[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.]

[gunslingerqueen]

[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.]

[n_ll]

[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.

[gunslingerqueen]

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.]

[n_ll]

[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?

[gunslingerqueen]

[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.]

[n_ll]

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.]

[gunslingerqueen]

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.]

[n_ll]

[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.]

[gunslingerqueen]

[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.]

[n_ll]

[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.

[gunslingerqueen]

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.]

[n_ll]

[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.]

[gunslingerqueen]

[Oh, 'heaven' is good! So are the clear signs of relaxation. She laughs, and it comes out thicker than she had planned, sounding like it wants to be a moan, but she won't let it happen. There's really something to be said for giving someone pleasure, watching them go lax because of your actions. When someone wears that blissful, almost mindless sort of expression, when it's someone you genuinely like and want to please? That's heaven.

She squeezes the somewhat shared cock, and though the squeeze along her hips and limbs is a bit alarming she doesn't let it bother her. He's literally getting harder in her palm so it's probably to be expected. She works that hand a little faster, getting some of that precum on her fingers and using it to slick up the rest of him, because there's no such thing as being too wet.

And the couch can take it anyway.

The other hand remains gentle, but it's much steadier as she adds a second finger and twists them in place before working up a better, more solid pace.]

Still doing it on purpose? [Because from her view it seems like that ink is more than happy to make its way out! Two doesn't seem like enough to handle the girth of his cock so she goes for three, stopping entirely to be utterly cautious, before she goes back to thrusting solidly, wriggling the digits inside, actively pressing inside of him.

Throughout the whole of this she's just getting wetter, the arousal is becoming a violent knot in the pit of her stomach, so he'll have to forgive her for panting a little. If Boxer looks back he's going to see the manically focused expression she's wearing, and it shifts so quickly to open adoration that the former sentiment might seem like a momentary illusion. She wants to be touched too, but she also wants that look back on his face - except without the acting, or the threat of violent choking.]

[n_ll]

[While he might be physically capable of turning around to watch her facial expressions, they are unfortunately missed, because he's too comfortable as-is with his cheek against the pillow, eyes softly shut. Plus, not looking kind of emulates wearing a blindfold, as he has no idea what she's going to do or where she's going to do it. Still, he'd appreciate both looks if he put in the effort to see them.]

Yeeeeahhhh. I mean...it's not...designed to be a sex organ.

[It's a cloaca! For all intents and purposes, it's the same as an anus, except it has a neat little defensive mechanic that Boxer is abusing in the name of being stingy on buying actual lube.]

If it was coming out on its own, something bad is happening.

[He'd like to convey that a little more eloquently, but he really just wants to focus on how good she's making him feel.

His insides are slippery and delightfully warm, but unlike a human dude, there's not much to touch about two inches in. What might be of interest, however, is that below--presumably the space between his depth and whatever space his penis has to hide within--lies two hard, round shapes just barely within reach of her fingertips.

The addition of a third finger has clearly started to really wind him up, because along the soft mumble he makes, the tentacles around her start to curl tightly around her legs, suction cups attaching to her skin. The temptation to wrap around her midsection and hips is strong, but in the back of his mind he knows that she's gonna need her hips to be free soon.]

M-more...

[gunslingerqueen]

[Boxer just buy real lube ... Or, hell, this is a good excuse to use up all of hers! But that'll be for later on. And, yeah, that's definitely an interesting statement, a vaguely worrying one that she kind of wants him to expand on, but that'd definitely break the mood. And since she actually really likes the mood they have right now, so she's going to keep trusting that he'll let her know if she's about to create a terrible misstep.]

Hm. Careful now, you might convince me that I'm being a little too gentle with you!

[Which, y'know, she is, but excitement isn't always fast and unyielding. Occasionally it's slow and comfortable, and it's selfish to milk it for all that it's worth but, well, Nariko can be a selfish person sometimes. That's pretty much a fact. She spreads her fingers a little, wiggles them in and ends up brushing her fingers over those round shapes. The first thing she thinks of is ... Kraken prostate! So that can't be too bad to explore, right? Right, definitely.]

I think we're a little limited with my fingers. Small hands, y'know.

[She's talking just for the sake of getting him to respond, in part to quell her own nervous excitement, but also because there's nothing quite like hearing someone beg. Just like there's nothing quite like begging for someone to fuck you! It's a delightful thing that's made better by going both ways.

For the sake of caution it's best to make sure he's as comfortable stretched as possible so that the incredibly thick girth of his cock maybe doesn't hurt. Or, hey, maybe they're both sexual masochists and it'll work out perfectly! Doesn't feel like the kind of thing to risk, though. Besides, she's really getting the hang of using the ink to her advantage, so while it definitely stains it's great for smooth, faster movements, and she makes sure to ease a little farther, pushing the limits of her hand to reach into him.]

[n_ll]

[He'll be glad to talk to her about it when his head's screwed on a little tighter. She might have to remind him that she'd like to know, though.

It's not really in the forefront of his mind, the likelihood that Noriko just wants to hear him beg. Still, that doesn't mean he isn't going to give her exactly what she wants.]

Come onnn, Noriko...! You're only using your fingers!

[God. Her dexterity feels so good, he could put up with this for hours but it'll never bring him to orgasm. Not with this shallow stimulation.]

Plea--ah, ah...

[His rear backs up and wiggles by instinct, as if it'd help her get any deeper.]

[gunslingerqueen]

[.... Would toys be safe in his body? Because while she's kind of lacking as far as length is concerned she could definitely get a nicely sized, wireless little bullet up in there just right and keep the remote all to herself! Man, that'd be so much fun.] There's always alternatives, I guess.

[But her thoughts and the words that come out of her mouth won't connect the right way for him. Maybe it's an idea worth bringing up later.]

Sorry, sorry. [She doesn't even sound a little sorry, just to be clear.] Like I said you're just too cute.

[Alright, time to pull her brain back together so that she can focus! There's a deep, shuddering breathe on her end that puts some strength back in her limbs. With her fingers stilled inside the other set guides the tip of his golden dick (she's never getting over the color. It's perfect.) to it's goal. Like before she defaults to steadiness above all else, it might be a little awkward because she's far more used to a traditional strap-on, one that isn't nearly as lengthy as he is. But she'll get it, and most importantly Nariko isn't babying him nearly as much. She steadily works steady inches in. Somewhere along the way she's begun to breathe heavily, and since she only needs one hand for the guidance the other is braced on him as she edges that much closer.

If she wasn't so engrossed in this task she might be a little alarmed at how easily he could probably wrap himself around the majority of her own body. But it turns out that fucking him is a way higher priority.]