doku | consentacle fun, etc.

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consentacle fun, etc.

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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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.

[Can she really be called that if it's a trait she only possesses at work, 'shrewish' sounds so 'not girlfriend material'-like. Although to be entirely fair she's not one to think about romance while at work anyway, so it really is a good thing that they met on the beach. Goodness.]

Pretty much, but on top of that the way I got into the position doesn't exactly help. I'm one of the younger architects, for one thing, and half of the senior staff doesn't believe I'm even properly certified.

[Which about explains why the first year of it was so difficult. It was more proving herself left and right than it was getting any actual work done. The whole time period was a mess.]

I'm not very good at accepting that kind of attitude, so I guess it was always going to end the same way. And I guess I'd rather be a hard ass and get stuff done than be everyone's friend and have a shitty work ethic.

[While she's not entirely sure she can describe her job as her dream one she does love it, and take great pride and care in it all. You don't get to fuck up with buildings, after all.]

[He needs someone with shrewish tendencies, to be honest. Namely when he doesn't stand up for himself...

"The way she got into the position?"]

You slept your way to the top?

[He's not seriously asking, not in the slightest--he means to tease her, if the shit-eating grin on his face is any indication.]

I've seen some teams manage to pull it off, but--eesh, it takes a certain kind of HR finesse that I'd not want to bother with.

[See: how most of his jobs, despite being vital for the travel and food industry, is...more or less done all by himself. He gets to choose when to get social with it.]

[When he says that she's a third of the way through another rib and for that joke - and she knows it is one - he gets an easy roll over her eyes.]

It's not the worst thing in the world but trying to balance respect and expectations isn't easy, I'm not sure I've met anyone who has the right balance for it. But, [She pauses to finish chewing.] I also came right in after the previous department head passed away in a car crash, so I kind of get it.

[She's almost done, no ): !!] That chick had decades of experience and while everyone is scrambling to figure out whose going to be in charge of what, this wet behind the ears no-one girl barely out of college, without a single internship under her belt, is volunteering for it.

[For a lot of the people that now work under her, it's sort of like being ordered around by a toddler.]

[He's only half-done with his, so if she's sneaky enough, she might get a few forkfulls of pulled pork or a slice of garlic bread...!]

Ah...that makes sense. [For all the reasons she considers, but also:] I bet it left a painful hole in their hearts. Even if they didn't like her, I mean--she was part of their established environment, and now there's a new system--your system. Some adjust, some don't.

But--someone higher up took the risk on bringing you on. Who was it?

[She nods at that - he puts it all much more succinctly than she had been able to at the time, but it was definitely that. While there had been a few personal relationships, a lot of it was just, y'know, people spend a lot of time at work! And when you lose someone so frequent in your life so quickly and unfairly it's ... It's bullshit. It's painful. But they still had to work, someone still had to fill the spot.]

A lot of it was just situational, there was too much in limbo for anyone to really spend months, even weeks debating the whole thing. [She's really not too proud to admit that a lot of it was circumstance and luck.] At the end of the day I was still Mrs. Chien's first assistant and Zeke, who was far more deserving and probably would have stepped up if he hadn't already put in for medical leave, vouched for me.

[She shrugs, going back to her potato now that she's decimated the ribs.] The deal was that the first year would be a trial run, that became two years, and then three, and in a few months it'll be four.

So you stuck with it.

[He's smirking delightedly.]

That's great. You had a rare opportunity and milked every advantage out of it as you could.

[Rest easy, Nariko, because Boxer thinks you're still hard-working even though it was the luck of the draw.]

That sounds so bad, though!

[Doesn't it? Though he doesn't seem to be saying it in a bad way and she does end up smiling a bit, there.]

I guess that is the case, but mostly I'm just glad that it all worked out. I know they weren't happy with me, but if they'd brought in some random weirdo who knew nothing it'd have taken even longer to get back on track.

[It sort of made her the far lesser of many evils, but if that's the worst thing she is in the span of her lifetime then she's a virtuous girl.]

We could always use more young blood in our government, anyway. Keep the same people too long, you start seeing the same building over and over again. New people, new ideas, new designs.

[Apparently he's invested in this?? Who knew.]

I'm glad it's someone like you.

You sound so much wiser than me.

[..... Boxer how old are you anyway - not that she's going to ask.]

I know you're right, but that doesn't make it any less terrifying, or ironic that you brought it up. My best friend is having the opposite problem, she has really great ideas but it's difficult to get funding when when your trial runs might cost upwards of half a million, minimum.

[Which reminds her.] Speaking of her, I'm probably going to talk about Lena a lot, I'm sorry in advance.

[Except not really, but! Fair warning and all.]

[He doesn't actually know. His ID says he's 31.]

Maybe she just needs to meet the right person. A visionary with lots of money.

[Nariko is welcome to talk about her friends all she wants! Bring in that positivity!]

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