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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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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.]

[Energy suddenly peaks in him as he looks over his shoulder.]

You made out with your girlfriends?

[Oh, God, as soon as he leaves his mouth, he wants to slap himself. How one-track minded. How stereotypical. How sexist. How...eughugh. Disgruntled, he faces forward again.]

Don't...answer that.

[Unless she actually wants to.]

Sounds great, but...how am I meant to repay the favor?

[Ah, and there--there it is. Guided back into his entrance, he doesn't waste any time into slowly slither in deeper and deeper, inches disappearing underneath Noriko by the passing seconds.]

[This was meant to be a very warm moment but she can't help laughing at that, and his cock goes unchecked for a second which is probably fine, it seems to know what she was thinking anyway!]

What, you don't want to hear any bad sex stories?

[Most guys are like that, so she's not quite understanding that he's beating himself up about it. Both hands go back to his skin, though, continuing to work out the few remaining knots while he essentially fucks himself.

And as far as returning the favor? Well, there's a number of possibilities but that's not the point here! He doesn't have to worry about 'repaying'. Sometimes people just do lovely things for each other, and that can be the thing she gives him.]

That's a bad sex story?

[The rabbit hole keeps getting deeper, and he keeps falling in. Hopefully he's not digging one of his own in the process.]

Mmh...Narikoooo...

[Just because it's his own dick and he can feel its entirety, that doesn't mean his head isn't preoccupying itself with the mental image of Nariko fucking him with her own big dick.]

[Man, he's really going to like Mr. Benjamin if that's the image he's got!]

Embarrassing, at least. [She just hasn't told him the bad nor embarrassing parts! Context is everything, after all. But while his imagination turns its wheels Nariko gets a hold of his hips - or the approximation of them - and pulls him back a little, mostly to help with the general idea, here.]

I mean, I wasn't always full of this endearing confidence! The very first time I bent Serenity over we didn't know what we were doing, it was very clumsy, very ... well, we were eighteen, then, so ... 'Girlish', is a word for it.

[Exactly how much of this is he going to eat up?]

[Tell us more about this Mr. Benjamin...]

Oh, God...

[His mental image goes from her fucking him to fucking some nondescript woman who has a similar figure to Nariko's, except with strawberry blonde hair and bright red lipstick. Sloppy, groping handwork and embarrassed giggling. A relieved sigh when just the right thing happens. His back arches upward into her hand while he works the now very girthy thickness of his dick inside himself.

He's eating it all up and asking for seconds.]

[Mr. Benjamin is twelve inches of thick fun. He's also neon green and glows in the dark!

While he's unintentionally off base there, he's got the hair color right! Serenity was in fact blonde with irritatingly perfect, gently pale skin, all soft curves and demure expressions. It's not even vaguely surprising that he's into it, and maybe it should bother her to twist the truth like this but what counts for her is that she's helping him get there somehow.

Besides, she'll tell him the truth eventually! Just not right this second.] There's really something to be said for wanting it, though. She was so cute and nervous, but the second I could make her moan it was like I could believe in Heaven. So I fucked her as hard as I could, hardly graceful, just needy and delirious, shaking all over, so wet that I made a mess of my thighs and the sheets.

[Her voice has dropped to some low purr.] But you know what that's like, don't you? When you can make a girl buck and moan, the way they can just fall apart for you, unable to do anything but beg for more. [She's massaging again, slow and steady.] And all you want to do is keep giving until there's nothing left in you.

[She bends down to kiss at his skin.] That's what I did, until she couldn't even say my name anymore, her voice was so hoarse.

[Sounds like he and Benji have a lot in common. Long, thick...and glow in the dark.

Boxer groans, lowly, under her monologuing so he can still hear it. What he'd do to watch something like that...maybe even have the chance to roll around in that mess on the sheets, and--now she's talking to him. Yes, yes--Nariko gets it. It's not just the visceral pleasure, it's the journey you make someone else take.

Don't let something tiny like the truth get in the way of a good story.

There's a slight heave under her. Ah, how disappointing...he's run out of length.]

N-Nariko, look...I'm all the way in...

[Just in case she wanted to see what it looks like, flesh distended widely both where his dick comes out and, similarly, when it goes back in. All fifteen feet of tentacle, buried deep inside of him.]

[What can she say? She's got a type!

When he draws her attention she moves back a bit to get a good look and ...] Holy shit.

[It's said with complete awe because she's really never seen anyone take so much at once and it's impressive, strangely beautiful, and kind of endearing all at once. That it's Boxer just makes it that much more enticing, though she wouldn't be able to put exact words to the why of that.]

Can I ... [He was really worried about accidentally hurting her with his suckers so this is ... Maybe not the smartest idea? But she's gonna go for it anyway.] I'm gonna try something.

[So don't freak out, Boxer! Nariko lets go of him to shift back and sort of curl herself under the watchful suckers, holding them up a bit so that she can lave her tongue along the edge of where his cock and his entrance meet.]

Hu--hhn.

[He's so out of it that he only recognizes that Nariko has said something to him, but he's too unfocused to realize what it is. When she finally touches her tongue against his exceptionally sensitized setup, he lets out a surprised squeak but ultimately puts up no complaints, because--suckers aside, which he's not really thinking about--it. Feels. Amazing.

Soon he giggles--lowly, lustfully, amusedly--because (of all times) he's reminded of how people will serve ink with their spaghetti. Given that long, golden tentacle is covered in its own ink, Nariko might as well be indulging in her own personalized plate of pasta negra.

Even though she can't see it from the outside, his tentacle is squirming intently inside of him, the only hint of activity being that what little of his tentacle that is outside is wiggling under the force of it all. He's giving no mercy to his prostate and testicles this time, mostly because he genuinely needs it, but partly because Nariko has wound him up so tightly that he really has no self-restraint anymore.

His orgasm is quiet, but unmistakable. His back arches upward like a cat, eyes tightly shut and his hands gripping the pillow as he lets out a series of quiet, strained grunts as he fills himself with cum.]

[That, and all food, is the farthest thing from her mind, but she'd at least be able to relate to the random thought popping up in the middle of an orgasm. One time she found herself wondering how toothbrushes were made while a really cute guy from PR ate her out under her desk. She's aware enough to realize that his giggling isn't of the mean variety, he's just reacting and, if anything, that seems to make her that much more eager to get her tongue wherever it can reach.

And she doesn't let up until the last few seconds of his orgasm, focused on holding him up a bit so he doesn't accidentally, y'know, smother her in kraken limbs! When he seems to be finished she wiggles back out to sit up on her knees again.] Much better.

[It had really bothered her that he didn't get to come before! Now he has, and everything in the universe has been made better, as a result.

She goes ahead and sort of drags herself over his back a little bit, mostly trusting that he can hold her weight somewhat comfortably. If it helps any, she lays kisses along his spine and sides. ... Her tongue is probably black.]

[For what it's worth, the bases of his tentacles don't do much during orgasm. The activity is all in the ends, as they curl and uncurl into themselves in a mad unsynchronity. Like waves crashing against rocky cliffs, Nariko's presence doesn't bother him at all. He doesn't react positively or negatively to this new position. In fact, he just seems to get more comfortable in this position, briefly fluffing his pillow a little bit before settling back down on it and heaving out a huge, relieved sigh. Hold on tightly, Nariko! It's quite the ride.

Now that the turgidity in his cock is diminishing, he slowly pulls it out of himself, but he doesn't pull it back into hiding just yet, since most of him deserves a little bit of a rinse at least.

After giving himself a few minutes to regain his breath, enjoying the warmth of Nariko's body on top of him, and the aftershocks are finally abating, he turns his neck to look over his shoulder at her, a lazy, satisfied, small smile on his face.]

Hey...lemme see your tongue.

[It's like riding a wave! She giggles a bit as most of her body goes up and then down with the rhythm of his. Sleeping on him must be fun, although largely impossible since he probably doesn't lay out in a regular bed the way she does. What a shame. She's happy to just exist there with him, drifting closer to a nap with each second until he moves, and she looks up at him.

Oh, geez. But there's no reason not to, she didn't do anything wrong. So she sticks her tongue out for a good few seconds, long enough for him to see that the majority of it is coated black, before she laughs, more at herself than anything else.]

I haven't seen it yet, but I'm gonna say it looks good.

[He chuckles.]

I was gonna say--no way in hell is your 'exploding pen' story going to hold water now.

So.

[He brings in another inhale. Get ready for another wave, Nariko!]

You ready to eat a ton of food and pass out? ['Cause he sure is!]

[She squeaks at the gnarly swell! But she survives and grins brighter for it.]

Absolutely! Lemme go get it!

[Apparently she found a wellspring of energy for the sake of their dinner and when she goes to get it ... It's not that bad at all! The oven's kept it all pleasantly heated, not to the extent it was on arrival but good enough that it won't be any less delicious, either.

It'd be nice to say that she gets it all out and arranged and they still manage to talk but ... The second they're all set and done she's digging right into it.]

[He crawls into his wheelchair and scoots into the kitchen while she does so, settling in front of the kitchen table.

Boxer, despite his giant appetite, eats no faster than a regular human with decent table manners. Which is to say that Nariko will finish much sooner than he does, but he eats a lot like he has sex: slowly, considerately, and savoring every moment of it.]

Mmh.

[Nothin' like good barbeque.]

[He's a lot better than Nariko in that respect, because the moment she gets that potato open and slathered in some butter? A whole third of it goes into her mouth, practically disappearing in an instant. She's got a restrained quickness because it's suddenly occurred to her that she hasn't had anything to eat since very early this morning - 'Starving' is putting it lightly.]

Why am I not surprised that you had just the right place in mind?

[Thankfully she doesn't talk with her mouth full - she's not a heathen! Right now, anyway. She's gonna sleep for two days after that.]

By the way ... [She polishes off a rib and sets it off to the side.] I'm really glad you asked me out, because I couldn't figure out how to do it without sounding clingy.

[It's okay. He thinks big eaters are cute.]

I know everything there is to know about the bay area. There's a place that's even better, but they don't deliver.

[Also more expensive, but he doesn't want to sound like a cheapass right now.]

Honestly? I was worried about the same thing. In the moment, it felt more important to speak up.

[So far? No regrets.] It's been an amazing evening, Nariko.

It has been.

[Because, frankly, any other man that just heard the situation straight out would run in the opposite direction of her and she wouldn't blame them. Someone just coming off of such a long relationship for something so serious, and not even a full month after the whole thing has gone down? It's a mess. She is a mess in a lot of ways, but Boxer just doesn't seem to notice.

Or maybe it just doesn't feel that bad when she's talking to him.]

I'd say it's a shame it has to end but I've actually got something to look forward to. [She goes for another rib.] Man, I hope this place will deliver to the office.

You're welcome to stay the night, if you'd like. I don't know if I mentioned that earlier.

[He's wondering about it, silently. He wonders if he's being predacious, going after her when she still might be raw from breaking up such a long-term relationship. He wonders if she's really ready for something like that.

But that's what dating is for, right? To answer those questions.]

Where is your office?

[Ultimately she's the one that chose to go out with him - he isn't bearing all of the responsibility by any means! Besides, there's nothing wrong with extended dating, and he can't know it but she's honest enough with herself to break it off if she can't give Boxer the attention he deserves.]

I believe you did! Which is a relief, since I don't want to head home this late at night in so little.

[She lives a good while from his place, basically on the whole other end of Cloudbank, it's not a trip she wants to push herself through, and her neighborhood is safe but you never know. Better to wait till morning, anyway.]

You know where City Hall is, right? [Again, a little far off from here.] Then there's the courthouse and the administrative building where they keep all the filing? I'm in that building on the ninth floor.

Oh, yeah, yeah. This place definitely won't deliver out there, but there's a smaller franchise that might.

[He knows city center pretty well, since he has to head out there to maintain his contracts! The thought makes him chuckle.]

I'm over there an awful lot...I'm surprised it's taken us this long to run into each other.

[But maybe there's a reason for them to meet now. Namely her relationship status...]

[No!!!!! That's some bullshit, but apparently no one can have everything in life, and there's a chance they might deliver to her apartment since she's a little closer. One could hope, at least. But she's a little surprised to hear that he knows it so well!]

Really? There's no way I would have missed you before! [How nuts, though the greater, more fate-oriented possibilities don't cross her mind just yet, they will later on.]

Well, meeting like this is better anyway, I've been accused of being [... What's the term to use here.] ... Kind of a hard ass at work. You probably would have thought I was a complete bitch.

[Fairly so. Sometimes she has to be a bitch to get everyone else to do their damn jobs.]

[A chuckle.] Maybe. But shrewish women have a certain kind of appeal...

[It's very much a case of opposites attract, isn't it? He's so laid back that there's no way he'd reflect back if she got all firey on him, diffusing situations before they even start.]

You'd need to be, in that kind of work--right? Lots of demand, lots of competition, lots of management. You have no choice but to remind people you're the boss.

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