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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.

Wildcard!

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[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.]

[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.]

[.... 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.]

A-alternatives...

[He's not as creative as she is, because all he can think of are exotic dildos. He's picturing her wearing massive toys in unique shapes and textures, ones that would strike fear into the hearts of men. A remote-control vibrator, however, is not something he'd even hesitate in agreeing to. He might even ask for several of them, you know...to make up for his size.]

Back to being cute, huh.

[He stills when he can feel her getting ready to put it in. His dick intentionally gets a little stiffer, just for her ease of use--but he's careful not to take over for her, because that would ruin all of her fun.]

Yes, yes, yeeeessss....

[He practically purrs at every deepening inch, stretching easily around his own girth until she finally hits that satisfying hilt, her hips pressed against his mantle. If she wasn't worried about him wrapping her entirely up in his tentacles, she might now, because he lets go of the two tentacles he'd been keeping out of the way. Both latch onto her front and wrap over her shoulders and around the back of her neck. If she weren't captive before, she definitely is now. On the bright side, now his hips are nice and exposed for holding.]

[... He might want to see the size of some of her toys before he starts thinking in multiples. But overall it's good that he's open to the possibility! Though right now she's a little more concerned with his reactions, not because she's overly concerned, but because she doesn't want to miss anything. It does occur to her that he's still the one with the real form of control, it's impressive that he doesn't give into the desire to just go ahead and do all the work himself! She wouldn't be nearly as strong.]

Careful, now. [Now that she's as far as she can really hope to go, she's got one hand free and it reaches up to pull at the tentacle on the back of her neck. It can go anywhere else on her body but not there, it's just a thing - one that could distract her a little too much.

But for now she leans forward a little, spreads both palms along his hips more for the sake of touching him than anything else. With a steady grip she draws back sort of cautiously, and then back in - it's short and sweet, but it doesn't seem to work too differently from a strap-on! And once she's figured that out there's no reason to keep a slow pace or continue to tease him! Now her experience comes into play, when she begins to move it's coordinated and smooth, building up in speed - no more torture for Boxer!]

[Look, man, bullet vibes are rarely bigger than eggs!

One of the greatest contributions to his self-control is that he knows if he takes over, Noriko might get injured--probably nothing worse than a bruise, but still.]

Sorry...

[Her neck isn't really something he was intentionally aiming for, anyway. He's quite content to wrap around her chest instead. But his arms wrap around the pillow under his head as he enjoys the ride--letting out a series of gentle groans as his tentacle slides--to Noriko's rhythm--against his prostate and internal testicles. It's not a very violent fuck, but it would be a smooth and easy ride to orgasm.

If the doorbell hadn't rang at that precise moment.

It all happens so quickly. The very second the loud electronic doorbell sound rings through the apartment, Noriko will discover what he meant by 'something bad' earlier, because she gets a good blast of ink against her midsection and hips and the segment of tentacle wrapped around them. The tentacles wrapped around her tighten--not in a painful way, but certainly unescapable, especially when the large suction cups that could apparently rip flesh off are attached to her now.

Thankfully, he's not trying to tear her apart, just hold on for dear life. The spooked look on his face is unapologetically present while he tries to figure out why the hell his doorbell went off.

In the middle of sex, too!]

[She had every intention of speeding up! It was going to be so easy! And even when she hears the doorbell it's alarming and then instantly infuriating, sure, but she's not quite expecting his reaction. One second there's a weird texture on her stomach and then it sort of feels like she's being hugged way, way too hard and far too thoroughly.]

What the fuck. [Wait.]

Is that our food?!

[She might commit murder tonight, because the benefit of being so wrapped up in Boxer was that she didn't have to face how obnoxiously turned on she was. There's a horrid ache between her legs and a desire to be touched and fucked herself, and it translates into aggression far too easily.] Holy shit. [When she runs her fingers through her hair, her whole arm is shaking.

Okay, just - deep breathes. She can totally calm herself down! And not look like she was just in the middle of some perfectly intense messing around!]

Hold on a second! [For all the trouble the foods caused it's not leaving just because one of them forgot to say something, so that delivery person is going to live with being shouted at.] Seems like you have to let me go, handsome.

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[Food. Food? Oh, shit.

And oh shit x2 when he realizes he has to pry Noriko from out of his grip. He rolls forward a little, trying to put some space between the two of them so he can remove his suction cups, one at a time, so that he won't hurt her. There are red circles left behind on her skin, but hopefully they won't linger for long. After she's been removed from his cups, he lets go of the rest of his tentacles, and he has to pull his gold tentacle all the way out of himself (with a little moan when he does so) in order to unfold it from around her hips.

He doesn't want to get up, though, because if he does, he's going to make the mess he made even worse. Instead, he chooses to hide his face in his pillow in hopes that it might obscure the bright redness on his face.]

[It's incredibly strange to feel them pulling off of her like tiny stubborn hugs. The rest of the process is much easier, though she hadn't realized how damn heavy most of him was until she was pretty much free. She spares a glance down her own front and ... Yeah, that's definitely a mess.]

I'll be right back. [Wow she feels really bad about this, even though the shitty timing isn't exactly her fault.

Still, once she's found her towel again Nariko wraps it around herself before she answers the door. She gets the bags, signs whatever is needed, gives the kid a nice enough tip and then promptly shuts the door. Usually she might be a little more polite but, frankly, that curious stare gets boring after, like, three seconds.]

Hey.

[His couch is really damn big so she kind of has to climb a little to look over the back of it at him.]

That was a little awkward.

[He's still face-down in his pillow when she returns. It's not until she addresses him again that he looks up at her, still slightly red but doing well enough.]

Hi.

[He sits up a little bit to look at her better.]

What...what are we gonna do now?

[He's never had to suffer blue balls before, and he's not really interested in finding out what it's like. But if they wait too long...the food will get cold.]

[Poor guy. She has no idea what he's so embarrassed about, none of it is his fault, but he's kinda taking it to heart, isn't he? For her the question isn't at all complicated, though it does ultimately lead to another one:]

Still want to have sex?

[Because she certainly does, it's not right to leave the guy hanging like that unless it's completely unavoidable. But considering that no one died it all hinges on how willing Boxer is! There's pretty much nothing to keep her from getting right back to it.]

[He's ashamed that he went so skittish on her and gave her a groin-full of ink and put her within inches of harm. She's fine, sure, but...

Well. She's carrying damning evidence of it all.]

Yeah. Uh...

[He gestures vaguely to the kitchen.]

Would you mind putting it all in the oven? [Is there space for it in there?] Put it on low and hope for the best.

[Neither of them deserve to eat cold ribs after all of this.]

And maybe bring back a few paper towels...

[She nods, and goes about the act of pulling it all out and arranging it in the oven the best she can ... It's a bit of a fit because they really did get a lot, which is actually good. She'd have been pretty bothered if he tried to skimp just because of the cost. Give her a few more seconds, and then a handful more to get some paper towels, folding them neatly.]

What's wrong?

[One little section gets ripped away to dab at her midsection, but otherwise she offers the other half to his. His couch is going to need a little cleaning, will wiping it up do the job?]

I mean, it was a little surprising, being interrupted like that ... [But it was something else. She'd ignored her instincts with him earlier, she wouldn't do it twice.]

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[A monster's gotta eat. A monster's gotta eat a lot. If Noriko's going to learn that about him, it might as well be now, because he certainly isn't going to order this much food while sitting in a restaurant.

The red returns to his face when she brings attention to her own mess, but instead of wasting time trying to hide his shame, he goes ahead and tries to clean up as much of his mess as possible.]

After warning you about how badly it stains, I go and douse you with it...and I put you in harm's way, latching on with those suckers...

[So that's what it is. Frankly, it's ridiculous, but it is how he feels and she does respect that more than anything else.]

You warned me about it, and I'm the one that accepted it as a possibility. What else could you expect from yourself? No one can control their instincts twenty-four seven, Boxer.

[Her non-inked fingers card through his hair.]

So I've got some extra colors here and there, but I'm perfectly safe.

[So it's okay. Sure, there's a row of perfect little rings along her hips, but she has faith that it'll all fade - or at least be easily covered - by the time she has to go to work. Obviously it'd better to not be splattered on every single time, but she doesn't have to tell him that, he's already beating himself up one lane and then zigzagging down the other with it.]

I know, I know...

[Having her fingers in his hair feels nice. Really nice. Not many people take the opportunity.]

But it was a doorbell, Nariko.

[A doorbell made him ink! Which...honestly, probably just attests to how excited his general state was at the time. Still kinda is.

Still kinda letting out precum like a hose.]

[Seeing as it's one of her favorite things to do and have done to her? He won't have that problem anymore.]

And I've fallen out of my bed while masturbating because my phone rang!

[Which, at the time, had felt kind of - maybe 'sad' is the word, but now she can grin about it.]

You're fine, handsome. [She leans in to kiss his cheek.] If that's the worst you ever do you'll be the gentlest person I've ever met in my life.

[Gentle with her, anyway.]

[Ooooh. She has his attention when she openly talks about masturbating. Not so much that she got hurt, but still, not a lot of women like to talk about it like that!]

Unexpected words from a woman who took almost all of my tentacles inside of her at once.

[He grins and chases that kiss down to give her one of his own, finishing off wiping off the excess...everything.]

So how do you want to pick back up?

[Something new, or resume what they were at before?]

You think so? I never doubted you for an instant.

[Hell, even then he was much more careful and gentle with her than some of her other partners! Not Christian, because that idiot treated her like she was hand spun glass, but that didn't count anyway. She lets him get that kiss in and certainly returns it.]

I mean, I was looking forward to seeing you come.

[So she's sort of going for the latter, it's almost like an incomplete image and she wants to finish it up.]

Besides, I like your close contact hugs. [That's what she's calling it, man.]

[With a grin:] As you wish.

[He shifts back into position on his belly. Instead of holding two tentacles out of the way, he fans all of them out--there's that sense of exposure again, plus the sensation of cold air against his inked skin--but it really is a brilliant display, what with the entire length of his golden tentacle lazily draped all along the couch surface, sitting in a pool of its own precum.

Boxer lets out a small laugh.]

Is that what you're calling it, now?

[He'd better have clorox wipes or something because as soon as this man takes a nap she's cleaning his couch. Not because there's anything wrong with bodily fluids, but because this is a nice couch and she's a bit of a neat freak. But she does like seeing the length of him all spread out. Boxer's huge, bigger than Nariko could ever hope to be, and it's weirdly ... Comforting. It's nice.]

Yep! I mean, I'm not gonna lie, I always worried it might feel weird but it's nice! Like a dozen 'hey, you're nice's all at once!

[She has to work herself through that network of limbs, but something occurs to her as she joins him on the couch again. Despite the temptation she ignores his cock, and instead leans forward to spread her hands out on his back. Sure, they could get right back to it but how could a little detour hurt? She braces her knees into the couch as she massages along his back, a little carefully but she puts a good amount of strength in her hands - she knows what she's doing.]

You sure are a woman who likes to live on the edge.

[Seriously, man! Those things can kill people! And she's sitting there like "ooh, it's like a thousand tiny hugs!" Nariko, you're just begging to be teased with a mentality like that.]

A-ah...

[He was not expecting a massage! Though Boxer has more than enough muscle, he's a far cry from a bodybuilder, so there's a nice layer of fat that makes his skin warm and soft...and there's plenty to address, because it feels like he holds his stress in his lower back.

His tentacles slowly descend from where they're being held, as if he was trying to keep them held up but is slowly losing the strength to do it with the relief that she's giving him. They form a relaxed blanket all around her and her front.]

Mm...

[It's probably because she has no understanding of how that works, and even if Boxer tells her in graphic detail it's always going to sound like he's over worrying. What that really means is that she deserves the teasing, but whether he gets away with it or not will remain to be seen.]

You know, I get the feeling that you relax about as often as I do.

[Her hands go up, and then come back down in a known rhythm, when she catches the tension in his back she focuses there, actively working out the kinks in one moment only to lighten up on him, shift to his sides and a little lower, and then she goes back to it again. If nothing else he's relaxing the way she had been aiming for, and those responses are appreciated, too.]

I like working!

[Yep. That's his excuse.

He's totally limp for her, content to let her address his problem areas to the best of her abilities. Motionless, eyes closed, just the steady heave of his chest as he breathes, stubborn muscles fighting against her to retain their tautness until finally submitting to her fingers.]

You really do know how to massage...

[He's run into plenty of people who said they could, only to have rough hands and jabbing fingers. Forceful rubbing does not a massage make. There's a science to it, damn it.

But there's one piece of him that seems to have a mind of its own, and you can probably guess which. It slithers along her leg, up her calf, a half-hearted attempt to ease some of the pressure. She'd better make it behave before it finds something to bury itself in.]

I learned it during sleepovers, that and how to make-out.

[That last part is just for humors sake.] It seems like you could stand to have regular massages, and I'm pretty sure we can schedule something.

[There's something nice about being able to touch people, knowing that it could be entirely affectionate or lustful depending on the situation. She's a tactile person at heart, so anything that lets her give is weirdly relaxing on her end. When the gold buddy decides to start slinking around she looks down before shifting to just one hand.

It's a little less effective but she just needs a moment to get a hold of his wandering cock. The only pressure it needs to relieve is Boxer's so she helps the tip find its way back to his opening.]

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