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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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[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.]

[No, he's not being very pushy. He's not really in to getting people to move against their will, something that you couldn't quite say about some of his brethren.

The fact that she makes his kiss even more assertive than he was originally going for absolutely tickles him. He chuckles lowly, still breathing in her aura.]

I don't know about everyone...

Might not be able to save the latest victim of Kraken's Bay from the fate she walked into.

[And with that, he initiates an even more aggressive kiss, bowing his head down to suck on her bottom lip.]

[She manages to get a laugh in there before she submits to that briefly, letting him do as he pleases before she pulls away enough to say:]

I think she's pretty happy with her fate, just saying.

[Very, very happy with it because he's warm and as comforting as he is attractive, and it's all too easy to fall into.]

Don't need much saving. [That comes somewhere between another little peck of a kiss, and then her tongue slipping into his mouth so long as Boxer let's that fly. Even though she's ... Considerably smaller than him it doesn't stop her from being aggressive! Better to go after what you want than expect it to idle on by, right?]

[Just because he's so much larger than her doesn't mean that he's not receptive to her progressions, returning them in kind. He has to hold himself back from trying to overwhelm her--it'd be all too easy to just overtake his mouth with his own--but with his practiced experience, it doesn't feel like he's holding back at all.

Boxer allows her to explore his mouth--and there is a lot of it to explore, especially with the various configurations of sharp teeth--but he delights in trying to "fight her off" so she has a little bit of a challenge actually getting to the goods.

He only backs off when he gets the sense that she needs to get some air into her lungs. But while she does, he's moving southward, leaving kisses down her neck and chest until he gets to the strap holding her bikini top together. With an unceremonious flick of his thumbs against her sides, the bikini top slips upward and reveals her round, ample breasts, both of which he gives a long, broad-tongued lick that pushes them with the force of it, dragging across her nipples.]

[No, she doesn't get the sense that he's holding back but when he plays at it, presents her with any kind of a challenge she can't exactly stop herself from rising to it. Her sense of control falls pretty easily, she nips with her teeth, works to know as many of those teeth as she can safely explore. She's just not one for restraint, so when he pulls away she verges on huffing because, even breathless, she doesn't really want to give up, he's not nearly as taxed as her and that isn't okay.

But it'll have to wait since she's kind of panting and when he pulls her top up she reaches back to just go ahead and undo it entirely, tossing it off to somewhere that's not immediately near either of them. She has just enough time to really taken in and appreciate that tongue of his, and she ends up moaning a whole lot louder than originally intended. Her pride can take the hit, though, it's very worth it.]

My, my, what an unfairly good tongue you have. [She can barely get through that quip without her voice wobbling a bit, because now she's well and truly excited. Still trying to restore some order to her breathe, both sets of fingers go into his hair, messing it up a bit.] Not there isn't much of you that isn't unfair.

[Aside from the attraction itself he's got the better advantage here, he probably knows the general layout of her better than she can know his. Obviously she can kiss wherever is feasible, but she'd like to give as good as she's given, but apparently it's going to take a little thinking on her part. She settles for touching where she can, dragging her nails gently along his shoulder blades and spine.]

[Boxer immediately drops what he's doing as soon as she calls his aspects unfair, looking at her with a deeply hurt expression...

...as he pushes her breasts up with the heels of his thumbs, his chin nestled in the valley between them. He hopes it's a cute enough picture for her to make it clear he's not actually offended.]

I'm not unfair!

[Ah, the gentle back-scratch is so sweet...he'd call that very fair himself, but if she thinks so, then it must be! He tweaks her nipples between thumbs and forefingers. For how massive his hands are, they're quite dexterous.]

That's no good...what should we do about it?

[It's a weirdly cute image, yes, that it manages to be appealing enough that she doesn't make a fuss about the fact that he's stopped really says a lot in Boxer's favor. But at least she gets the gist, if she hadn't this might have become so unnecessarily awkward.She ends up kind of huffing and groaning in the same instant because while saying he isn't unfair he continues to be, thanks to all that teasing.]

It's not right if I'm the only one enjoying myself. [She's trying to focus but if he keeps on, it's going to become difficult.] I should get to be unfair, and I can't really pull that off if I'm just lying here moaning.

[Which, y'know, isn't a bad plan, necessarily, but sue her she wants to make a good impression on the random guy whose beach she sort of crashed. But this is her first time in this situation so a little direction might be good. He doesn't seem to have the part she'd usually get to teasing right about now - or at the very least she can't see the D so. It might be kind of weird to go rooting around for it??]

You can sit there and moan if it feels right.

[Meanwhile, a tentacle is fishing out another bottle of beer out of her cooler, popping it open and holding it out for her to take.]

Enjoy the ride if it suits your fancy, but don't be afraid to rock the boat when you want to.

[That's the last bit of advice he gives her before he continues his trail of kisses down her stomach, over her navel and lingering there for a while before he hooks the waistline of her bikini bottom with his upper teeth, dragging it downwards as he pulls his back into a slow, graceful arch, as his hands encircle her waist and hips, the latter of which fill his hands in a satisfying way. What he wouldn't give to dig his fingers in the flesh of her huge ass...]

[That she possesses the correct motor skills to get a hold of that beer, and to think that it'd be a waste to let it spill, arousing situation or not, is frankly a miracle. She ends up holding it a little awkwardly, but her other hand remains on his shoulders, alternating between gripping him and drawing little designs.]

That was incredibly vague.

[But she gets the idea, and she will look out for opportunities to slather him in as much attention as he's giving her. And, hey, he's the one with the control for the moment, he can do whatever he likes with her ass! Hell, he can do anything with just about every part of her.]

By the way, that's a whole new form of dropping a girls panties. [For as thin as the bottom part was they could pull double duty, so the definition sticks.]

[He gets it down to her knees before he lets go of it, choosing to wind the ends of his tentacles around the fabric to pull it the rest of the way down as other tentacles hold her legs up, sliding it past her ankles and feet, only go hang limply off his limb.]

Vague for a reason. I like learning what it means to different people...how to explore a kind of body you've never seen before.

[Her legs aren't let free from his grasp, however. Instead, his tentacles twist around them even more, bringing them together and slightly tilting them to the side. It gives him a decent vantage to lean in and give her ass cheek the same lick he'd given her breasts earlier. But this time, he opens his mouth widely and grazes his teeth against her skin, then leaves a kiss.]

Pick up a few tactics as you go...

[Wait...he had eight tentacles before, right? At some point a ninth has joined the fray, but it's different than the rest--it's gold, like the undersides of his other tentacles, but it's smooth and suckerless. It mingles with the others, the same intimidating length and girth as the rest, and rests unobtrusively on the ground below her.]

[It's a little strange to have her body kind of suspended and guided around in ways that are far from every day, but she's not as bothered or even concerned as she should be. Then again Nariko's also pretty busy trying to keep still, there's enough excited energy in her frame to power a third of the city itself. The scrape of his teeth calms her down into a manageable shudder but that's only temporary.]

That's incredibly thoughtful, way more than I'm capable of emulating right now.

[Okay, no, in truth she completely agreed with him, and there was something a little special in knowing that they shared an appreciation for the idea. Half the fun of this kind of thing, whether spontaneous or at the start of something far more serious, was getting to know the other person. Nariko was usually the type to catalogue every little detail that she could manage to find so even if her vantage point is a little unique it's no wonder that she catches sigh of the ninth tentacles - which is interesting because while she hadn't set out to count, she'd have guessed he had seven or either total.

Also it's gold so how can she not want to touch it?

Flexibility is the savior here, because while she might be short she can sort of twist her midsection without interrupting what he's doing to graze her fingers over it - or maybe she gets a regular tentacle, but whatever she actually gets to touch is massaged just like earlier. Gold bro deserves some lovin', too.]

[She instanty gets a Reaction. As if reacting to unexpected stimuli, his tentacle jumps out of the way of her touch, and at the same time his upper body jolts upward, his dark features laced with red. Even though the new limb pulls away from her, a small amount of clear liquid dribbles out of the end of it and onto her wrist.

He looks down at the offending tentacle and sighs, in a lighthearted albeit flustered way, then looks back at her.]

Can't believe it's already come out...so much for the surprise.

[And it's not like she's really been teasing him, either. It's just that her body pushes all the right buttons...he's been holding himself back so he won't (figuratively) suffocate her with his tentacles, but his body is clearly way more impatient than he is.

After he (quickly) gets over his slight disappointment and embarrassment, another tentacle teases at her labia, rubbing its suckered side up against her folds to attempt to gently attach to whatever flesh it can get a hold of, only to let go and repeat the process over as he draws down then back up again.]

I mean, it's a good thing, right? [Mostly he just seems embarrassed so right about now it may be an incredibly subjective question. In the meantime, though, she pulls her hand back not because she's too worried about what all that might have meant - Boxer seems like a reasonable guy, he'd tell her if she crossed a boundary - but what's on her hand is kind of like ... Oh.

Ohhh!

Well alright then! Now that she's kind of on the same page she goes ahead and licks it off because, more than anything, she's sort of curious to know what it tastes like. If it's an equivalent to pre-cum or something then it may or may not be different from a purely human man's.] I'd hope it wasn't too much of a surprise, I can at least look pretty while you've got me in the palm of your hand?

[Since he's still doing most of the work. But for all of her playful attitude it's her turn to startle a little because there's no one way or another about it - she's wet, so there's more than enough arousal for those suckers to clamp onto and then sensation of it is something else. There's a brief period of oddness, where her brain scrambles to understand what's happening but it passes easily enough and she shudders.]

Holy shit, that's cool. [And it feels good enough that she can devote some of her pent up energy to wiggle her hips down a little more, as if that might help it along.]

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she's a little ridiculous I am sorry friend

never, ever apologize. i love noriko so much.

I'm so glad ♥

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