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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[A thing about beaches - they’re crowded in the summer months. It’s natural to spend the day there at the peak of the hottest season, to host bonfire parties and get up to stupid shit as the teenagers of New Cloudbank were wont to do. Usually she doesn’t mind sharing, even indulging in beach etiquette, which often means putting up with errant volleyballs and screaming children. Nariko’s a people person at heart, after all, but today she just wants some damn privacy. So is going to the Danger Section probably a bad idea? Maybe.

But she does it anyway.

Lo and behold, it isn’t unoccupied! It’s startling but the guy also looks like he’s completely knocked out and is therefore less imposing than he might be awake. Since she isn’t planning on summoning valkyrie’s or hellfire they can manage to share this space just fine. Nariko carefully sets down her bag, and lays her towel just out of what might be Boxer’s immediate reach.

The only thing that might actually wake him is the gentle hiss that comes with popping her beer open. Otherwise she isn’t going to bother they guy. Everyone needs their rest.]

[It's more effective than any alarm clock--Boxer's eyes snap open as soon as the bottle does. No one brings booze onto his beach and gets away with it.

Before he gets up, he turns his head and analyzes Noriko carefully. It's not someone he recognizes, and she's got some guts to just set up when the fabled man-eater is napping right there. She's either totally badass or an idiot, and there's an easy enough way find out which one.

Like a dog getting up from his nap, he pushes his upper body upwards with his hands stretched out before him, digging his thick fingers into the sand as he lets out a yawn, unintentionally showing off his sharp teeth. Since he's spent so much time drying out in the sand that is just as dry as he is, he can't really use his suction cups for mobility, but it's nothing his upper body can't make up for as he crawls his way over to her with a drowsy smile on his face.

He leans in--uncomfortably close, enough to smell the yeasty aura of her beer from the bottle, as he stares her in the eyes.]

Did you bring enough for the whole class?

[Look she was trying to get her book out in peace, mister, rude! If his face wasn't so nice she might have smacked him which places her in the 'looks like a badass, actually an idiot' category. Maybe she's not so bad, though, because this is probably his territory or something but he seems to have a weakness. The neck of said weakness is tilted towards his mouth - he can have the one she's already opened.]

Enough for the whole school district. Sandwiches, too.

[Do Monster Humans eat sandwiches? It's a fair possibility from her entirely human perspective, and it would be rude to keep them to herself when she set up shop here in a criminally small bikini.]

Sorry, I was trying to be quiet.

[Not 'sorry I crashed your spot' or even 'sorry, please don't bite me to death with your dangerous and hot teeth'. That wasn't to say she wasn't a little concerned but, well. He was hot!]

[The offer is taken, once he realizes that's what she's trying to do. The bottle is tiny in his hand, but it doesn't seem to lessen his enthusiasm to kick it back and take a big swig of it, tipping it down and licking his lips.]

Mmmh. A lady who comes prepared...

[So he digs, uninvited, through her icebox to find said sandwiches, being the paragon of manners that he prides himself to be. Boxer pulls out one of them, peeling off its protective packaging and digging in.

...either he's really, really hungry, or he has no table manners, either. It's gone in a few seconds, and maybe it's not so mcuh a lack of table manners because he waits to swallow it down before talking.]

Always wake up with an empty stomach.

[He pulls out one of the fresh bottles of beer, landing a well-aimed spit at the bottle cap and holding it out to the side. A tentacle comes out from behind him and with a securing twist, latches a smaller, distal sucker to the cap and pulling it off with ease.

Shifting his weight so that he's sitting on what passes for his hip, balancing himself on his opposite arm as he takes a sip of his new beer.]

So what's your name, miss?

I guess I should be grateful that I didn't end up on the menu.

[But he really went for that sandwich, she's almost a little flattered that someone was brave enough to touch any bit of food she had been involved! Although, to gain the full effect, she would have needed the chance to relay her utter failures in the kitchen. It took her the better part of three years to make sandwiches that weren't blander than cardboard.

Since he's apparently had his fill and she's not picking up on any immediate danger she goes for another beer herself, popping it open and taking a little sip.]

Nariko. [A smile flashes his way, lazy but genuine.] And you, o terrifying individual?

[He likes good beer and ate her food, she can't bear to call him 'monster' in any sense when he's already won some points with her.]

[He gives her a sly little smile, taunting, teasing, but without a single drop of threat.]

Too soon to say that.

[His tentacle pitches the used bottle cap into her icebox, because hell if you're going to catch him littering on his own beach.]

Noriko. Cute name. Fitting.

[He takes a sip as well, tilting his head to the side amicably.]

I go by a lot of names. The Cloudbank Kraken, Bay Surveyor, That Damn Oversized Octopus That Keeps Stealing All My Wine, "Hey You"...

[He grins again.]

Most of my friends, though...they call me "Boxer".

Well isn't that mysterious and cool. [But then she rarely hears the word 'cute' associated with her name, and 'fitting' is even rarer. But it's a little hard to argue with that voice and how easy it is to grin right along with him.]

I see your 'cute' with 'mysterious' and 'cool'. [Maybe he's just messing around with her, giving a fake name, but it'll be an easy one to remember.] I like it, so I guess you've made a new friend. [Coming back from another sip she makes sure to add:]

Now to be fair I was also considering 'hey, handsome' but, y'know, that might be too much before we finish the first six pack.

[She had planned on being here for a good while so there's two, along with the food and a pullover for whenever the hell she planned on walking on home.]

So it is decreed.

[He's actually just super shy, but if that manifests as cool and mysterious, well, he'll take it.]

I would've accepted 'handsome' too.

[He brings the bottle up to his lips again to take another sip, but he stops in the process as his mental train comes to a screeching halt, now looking pretty skittish.]

"First"?

[He looks her over. The curves threaten to distract from his panic, but it, alas, remains intact--she's either really good at holding her drink for such a small woman, or...]

Are you expecting company?

[She can't imagine such a huge guy being shy of all things! He seems to be doing just fine with her! Well, up until the moment his expression does a u-turn and he looks ready to dive back into the ocean. Because she isn't in his head the reaction seems a little confusing to her, as does the question.]

No, it's just me. Is that alright?

[.... It isn't, technically, since she rolled up on here without asking his permission.]

Seriously, I'm not going to bother you or anything! And I made sure no one saw me come here! [That was actually a bad thing, because if Boxer really was a human eater then she'd have been doomed.] It's just so damn crowded over there and I'm really not feeling the macho pick up lines or the screaming kids! There's no privacy and everyone gets in the way of my sun...

[She just wanted peace, much like her new monsterkind friend.] Please don't kick me out.

[And have some gentle puppy dog eyes to convince you, Boxer.]

[He pretty much instantly relaxes as soon as she says "no".

With his bottle-holding hand, he waves dismissively as she starts to ramble.]

No, no. You're good, Noriko. Chill. When I'm here, this beach only has enough room for two people.

[A pause. Then a sly little smile as he adds:] Well, except when plans are made...

[Anyway, moving on--]

It's just...two six-packs of beer is a lot of booze for a human woman to drink in one afternoon. Unless you have the tolerance of, say, me...and I'm usually looking to move on to something else after my third. Variety is the spice, and so on...

[When he takes a moment to take another sip, he realizes how what he's saying might be interpreted.]

Sorry if it's too forward of me to say--just curious.

[She mutters a quiet "thank goodness", and lets herself smile again. She can stay, there's some good in the world! Sandwiches and beer for everyone! She rockets a little wildly between relief and a flustered sort of embarrassment at that smile of his because wow it looks good on his face. His everything actually looks pretty good, if she's going for full honesty. She laughs a little dumbly, that short and sweet kind usually reserved for 'I'm laughing at your joke because even if it's not funny I want you to kiss me'. That kind of thing.]

I'm going to level with you. [To prove her oncoming point she finished out her bottle and returns it to the bag. She's not going to litter, but she quickly gets a hold of another.]

I just want to get incredibly drunk and this is a pretty good way to do it, seemed a little bit safer than hanging out in a bar until two in the morning. It's been a hell of a week and I don't want another disaster.

[She grins over at him, though, because there's no need to let the mood sour.] You don't have to apologize, handsome, ask whatever you like, I'm an open book.

[Next time she's going to bring a better variety to drink.]

[He takes note of her reaction. That is certainly not the nervous laughter of someone that is currently worrying about their life.]

Safer to get sloshed on a beach rumored to be where men go to die...

[He leans in, definitely invading her personal space but not touching her.]

Let me take care of that for you.

[Boxer opens his mouth and runs his massive tongue slowly across the top of her bottlecap, a derivation of the trick he performed earlier. One with a way more erotic execution. He leans back and a tentacle comes in, attaching itself to the cap.]

Hold tight, [he instructs, and quickly twists the cap off. As he draws the tentacle away, he draws the thinly tapered end ever so gingerly across the underside of Noriko's chin.]

[Who said she was worrying? It's over and done with, after all, and there's some relief in that. But he does get her with that and she laughs again, much less nervous and more embarrassed this time around. Look, people were susceptible to rumors and she'd never even heard of an actual murder occurring anywhere on the beach! It had seemed worth betting on and given how close Boxer suddenly was, she'd say it paid off in droves.]

Sure.

[She's incapable of doing much more than watching him like a dehydrated woman keeping an eye on the last bottle of water, and he's close enough to catch the sharp inhale that comes with the cap snapping off.] Anyone ever tell you that you're really nice?

[There's no shying away from his tentacle, in fact she turns her head to give it a little, brief kiss.]

Make money off of keepin' these waters safe. So, yeah...in effect.

[His dark skin actually reddens a little at her endearing display of reciprocation. Oh, no, that's cute...]

Be that as it may, I'll make sure that you're safe this evening, even if you get blackout drunk.

[Which means he'll probably just have his three and leave the rest to her. He sits back, returning some of her space, while two other tentacles loosely wrap themselves around her feet and ankles.]

My knight in gold accents, however should I repay you?

[Just about anything that might get him to color like that again seemed like a good idea, but she really doesn't want to fuck this up by being too forward.] Obviously beer is one angle, and I guess I've upped my cooking game if you were okay with the food ...

[But none of that was good enough, right? And even though the presence of his tentacles is new she refrains from looking right at them, playing it cool even if she's stupidly excited right now.] Massages might work if I'm staying overnight on a regular basis?

[Any excuse to touch that chest of his, seriously. He's big, of course, but that's not going to stop her from trying, nor would it automatically diminish her skills. But even that much aside, this is fun - it'd be nice if she could visit again if he wouldn't mind the company.]

We just met...and you're already talking like you want to be one of my regulars.

[The amusement never ends with this one. So far, he isn't opposed to having her become a regular.

He sits up--admittedly getting in her sun. Honestly, he makes a great shade, on account of his breadth.]

Might be on to something, Noriko. Did you bring any oil? Moisturizer? Not sunscreen.

What can I say, you're cute and I love the ocean, and ... [She shrugs, grinning lazily as if that explains how easy it is to just talk to him, how nice it is to hang out. She's only two in but there's a light buzz going on in her head, she's closer to being a lightweight than not. His question earns a little snort.]

Of course I do! I'm not the kind of woman who goes anywhere without moisturizer!

[Or sunscreen, given her propensity for sunbathing, but he'd said no on that one, so she pulls out her trusty bottle and shows it to him. It's a high quality brand that might not be immediately recognizable, but there's more than enough of it to go around.]

[He doesn't recognize it, mostly because he tends to stick with the basics (straight up coconut oil). He takes it and turns it this way and that, investigating what little the bottle has to offer him in terms of understandable labelling.

Handing it back to her, he digs out a little spot in the sand so he can rest his bottle of beer in it while he uses his upper body to change his orientation. Before she knows it, there's the big mass of a loosely coiled tentacle on her lap and stomach.]

I forgot to moisturize before I took my nap...so I'm getting pretty dry down here.

[She might not know it since she hasn't experienced them wet, but there shouldn't be any friction between her skin and his--and there's enough to be a problem. Now it's obvious why he had to moisten the bottle caps before pulling them off, because even when the muscles contract his parched suckers, there's no vacuum on her at all.]

If you helped me with that, it'd be a great relief.

[There's suddenly a whole portion of his body over her own and mostly she can't help noticing how much weight there is to his tentacles. For some reason she thought they'd be kind of light - sort of like Peeps. That's probably a strange thing to compare someone's anatomy to but, hey, they seem about as mildly squishy as them too so there's a tiny bit of logic involved.]

Sure. Although, what were you going to do if I hadn't shown up?

[Would he have just baked in the sun? Or would getting back in the water be enough to help him out? Either way she settles underneath him and once she's comfortable Nariko pops the top and slathers a bunch on her hands.

Since there's no telling how sensitive these things are - and it feels kind of silly to ask, like she should know already - she's very gentle about the whole thing, far from shy. She focuses on spreading it all on evenly and then gently trying to work it in.] Tell me if I'm messing up or something.

[He's probably at least five times her size and she's worried about hurting him. Go figure.]

[They're all muscle, baby--and muscle is, well, heavy. She can try squeezing them to find out how much they really are unlike Peeps, if she wants.

After they're moisturized, anyway.]

Suffer...probably. When I pulled myself up on the beach, I wasn't expecting to fall asleep. If I had, I would've prepared for being on land.

Couple of minutes underwater would've brought me back, but...it feels much nicer to have your hands rubbing me down.

[Of course, actions speak louder than words. His stance should make itself abundantly clear as she makes progress--as his skin sucks up the moisturizer like it's parched, it writhes against her forearms and wrists, affectionately wrapping around them without getting in her way. Now she'll be able to feel that natural vacuum the suckers make just by moving them around--easily escapable, but an interesting sensation nonetheless.]

I aim to please, especially when I get to share a secret.

[That and this is actually a lot of fun, in no small part to how his appendages react. And that is him controlling them, right? It wouldn't make any sense if they just operated on their own, she grins a bit at being wrapped up and the pull of the suckers is definitely new, but she makes no attempt to get them off. In fact, now that she's beyond the first few cautious seconds her touch is a surer, a little firmer, so she does ultimately figure out that they're not quite as squishy as she imagined.]

So, what, did you come for a visit and fall unconscious? [She throws him a teasing grin while she grabs the bottle and spreads it quite generously over previously unattended for tentacles. She's trying to make them all equally shiny and well taken care of, which includes between the cups, and very carefully along all that membrane so he's thoroughly taken care of.]

[It's an instinctive kind of movement. He's not putting nearly as much brain power into it as it might look like, considering there's just so much tentacle to be controlled, but...he was born with it; it's all he's ever known.

He moans softly when she goes after the membranes between his tentacles. He can't quite turn it into an erotic kind of moan, because it's purely one of relief. His tentacles can take a beating, but his membranes are very sensitive to drying out.]

Finished doing a round checking the perimeter of the city's waters--something I can pull off in an hour and a half if I do it without breaks.

[Speedboats would be challenged to make that trip in an hour and a half.]

Usually crash here when I finish.

[It doesn't need to be erotic to be satisfying, there is a genuine pleasure in getting the reaction at all, knowing that it was helping as much as he'd mentioned earlier. Now that she's a little more aware of the parts that need attention she smooths more oil all along, getting up near the base of the little suction cups, because that seems like some weird equivalent to the backs of knees - an easily forgotten part.]

You're shitting me. [He's - Okay, obviously he is an aquatic being so, yeah, dude's gonna be faster than Sonic going after some gold rings but that still seems a little nuts to her.] No wonder you were so tired, and you probably overworked these poor little guys, too!

[... His tentacles are not little but sue her, she's kind of fond of them now.] Is that your job, though?

[To her it sounds like he does it just because, and one can almost hear the assumption in her voice, that it's not money, perhaps, but genuine concern for the city.]

One of 'em.

[Please don't tell him you've compared him to a cartoon character in your head, Noriko. It'll totally ruin his mood.]

Got a contract with the city to keep the waters safe. Save people who've gone overboard, lost, make sure people aren't doing anything illegal...covers a lot of responsibilities.

I love it. So do they.

[Unfortunately all good things must come to an end. Since he's not interested in getting sand on his newly oiled tentacles, he's pretty...well, he's kinda got them all over her and her blanket.]

Thank you, Noriko. I feel a lot better now.

[He leans down and makes the brazen decision to kiss her. Not quite on the lips--just on the very corner. But he doesn't quite pull away immediately after the peck, instead hovering in the same proximity to gauge her reaction.

Testing the waters, as they say.]

[He's far from that, right now she's too impressed with him to think he's anything like a blue rodent without a life, okay. And now that they're apparently finished with the tentacle massage excursion she lets her arms rest sort of aimlessly. If that means they're kind of all slithered up on then that's fine so long as she's not being pulled one way or the other.]

No problem, I'm completely for this massage excha - [She doesn't make it all the way through the thought because then he goes and does that, and it's so ... Cute.]

Thanks for keeping everyone safe.

[Because apparently they need a reason to kiss, or something? But when Nariko tilts just so it's no corner affair, it's full on, lips to lips, though she's got enough sense to keep it simple. An extended press, a little eager, but she pulls away, grinning kind of shyly, with a little hint of excitement.

So an incredibly positive reaction, one would say.]

Shore

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