consentacle fun, etc.

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The following prompts can be BYOM (bring your own monster) if you so desire! Anything goes. Literally anything.

"Monsters" are common around here. They always have been. While many societies choose to revere them as gods or use them to instill fear into ill-behaved children, the monsters of New Cloudbank are one with the people and have been able to hold jobs, own property and self, and vote; freedoms gained from a civil movement some decades ago. While societal integration has gone somewhat smoothly, there is some resistance held by conservative individuals that look down on monster-human relations and hold the untrue belief that some of the less humanshape monsters are a threat to people.

Boxer is an example of one such creature. His upper body is proportionally larger than any human; that if he stood on human legs he would easily reach thirteen feet tall, cut like someone who exercises on a needlessly regular schedule. However, he does not stand on human legs at all, but rather a numerous set of tentacles, rich cocoa-brown like the rest of his skin, decorated with stark yellow stripes at their base and a line of dots along their topsides, lined with dark golden suction cups on the opposite side, and delicate membranes between them. His yellow accents, including his eyes, glow under dark enough conditions to see them.

He's never harmed a human in his life, much rather the opposite if anything, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have a reputation for it...

Errands.

A monster's gotta eat.

Of course, he doesn't have to drop by for meat, as the only thing he puts on his table are things he caught with his own hands swimming in the depths outside of the bay. But frying fish in its own juices does not a meal plan make, so regular supermarket trips are the solution to well-rounded meals.

But he can't quite get around like everyone else, on account of boneless tentacles being designed more for underwater agility than, well, walking. So he has to opt for a wheelchair, one custom-built to accommodate his bulk and allows him to comfortably use his extra appendages for his wheel-based mobility while keeping his hands free.

Although being just shy of wheelchair-bound on land, he's at less disadvantage than one might think, using his long tentacles to snatch things off of the topmost shelf with length to spare. Otherwise, he tries to keep them hidden under a soft, knitted blanket, for the comfort of strangers, who tend to stare anyway. (Oh well.) He likes to joke that it's not his form, but the fact that he chooses to dress somewhat formally even for his mundane outings, even though he knows that's not the case.

Maybe you're the one struggling to reach that favorite item of yours so conveniently stashed just beyond finger's grasp on the top shelf.

"Here. I'll get that for you," he says, with an easy smile.

Bet you weren't prepared for a tentacle to hand you something when you went out today.

Shore.

This quiet little section of the beach is usually deserted, rumored to be the place where feral monsters hunt for humans. Now this, this is a rumor that is entirely Boxer's fault, purposely spread to his few visitors so he could have this little piece of heaven all to himself.

Maybe you're a regular here. Maybe you're a brave new first-time visitor, hopefully to catch sight of the man-eating monster for yourself. Either way, the sight is hardly as intimidating as the legend: he's sprawled out naked on the warm sand, basking in the sunlight that beats against his bare, chiseled back as he naps.

Scary.

Water.

New Cloudbank is a large city-state with bustling seaside commerce, full of fishery companies, international trade, and tourism. A water-dweller like Boxer is almost never without work, since many companies are chomping at the bit to commission an strong, amphibious monster to survey the deep for the next best catch, keeping the water safe, or mounting rescues for wayward tourists.

He loves what he does for a living.

Maybe you, too, are of similar business, using your nonhuman physiology to your advantage in the outer bay waters, catching Boxer in the middle of what he does best. Or maybe you're simply a patron of these companies--for Boxer, as brazen as he is to get a free drink, will gladly suction-cup climb his way into boats and schmooze with locals and tourists alike.

Wildcard!

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His goal isn't to milk her dry--and by now the description seems quite contrary to her actual state--but to achieve a level of contentedness he'd been struggling to obtain for the last few hours. Once he gets out the last drops of her orgasm, he finally lets her go. The tentacles in and around her loosen their grip, and they slowly, gently fall from her body as Boxer slowly tumbles from the ramp and into the depth of his tank, quickly falling into a blissful slumber at the bottom of it.

It means two things: one, Boxer will now have a really efficient healing session now that he's hopped up on meds and rubbed out his anxieties, and two, Sybil now has ample time to experiment and play around with her newfound...buoyancy.

[lovespeople]

She doesn't actually expect him to pull out. Honestly she was expecting him to have his way with her for much longer, but honestly her pleasure-addled thoughts were conveniently forgetting his injuries. She likely would get exactly what she expected once he was in better health, assuming he was still interested in her. But she intended to keep him around, so she'd have the chance to seduce him as time went on.

Time, though, is something she's happy she has here and now. Because when he pulls free of her, her body doesn't immediately recover from the ordeal. To say that she's messy is a massive understatement. Every bit of her skin is coated at least a little and her thighs are even more of a mess. She floats freely in the water until enough of her senses come back, and she slowly pulls herself back to the ramp. Even as her body does its best to recover, the large swell of her belly is a tell-tale sign of how full she was earlier. She'll be a mess for the next few hours as his spunk finishes draining drom her, but she's not going to complain honestly.

When he wakes up again, he'll find her sprawled out naked, reclined against several cushions. Most important to notice is the bit of plastic below her thighs and the carefully placed glass which is about half full of spunk. Plus, of course, the four other full glasses off to the side. She's keeping them for some reason or purpose, and from the much smaller roundness of her belly it's clear she's almost done this time.

Hopefully he's proud of himself.

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Kind of.

He wakes up several hours later. He's had such an effective sleep that he's actually grown about a half inch on his missing limbs, which sounds impressive until you compare it to his size at large.

He sits up, drowsily, quickly realizing that what brought him awake was his empty stomach. It takes him a minute to get his bearings, and eventually settles on staring at Sybil through the glass in a half-asleep stare, slowly taking in what's going on with her.

Oh, God.

He wrecked her, didn't he? And he didn't even ask for permission, and now she's--having to spend her time draining it all out when she probably has a bunch of stuff to work on!!

He actually feels terrible, and it's clear even though he splays his hand over his face in wide-eyed shame.

[lovespeople]

She's a tough woman, she can take it. He's the first one in a long time to ever be able to push her limits and drive her past the point of reason. That alone was worth another go, even if he could put her at his mercy with little effort. She'd had quite a bit of time to consider their recent... interaction. She'd come to a very simple decision about it, though: It couldn't end after just one time.

Which was why she'd decided to stay in the same room, reclined on the couch so she could keep an eye on him while he rested. It was easy enough to get work done, and even easier to cite being under the weather as cause to not leave her home. She rarely took time to herself, so her disappearance would inevitably cause gossip... though she'd have to deal with the rumor mill later regarding the timing of her "illness" so soon after a total destruction of a pirate gang.

Oh well. Sacrifices had to be made to get what you wanted, didn't they?

She notices his movement and that little pose he takes up. There's no way it could mean what she thinks it means, so she dances around the issue. She does, however, decide to get up and stride over to the side of the tank. Hopefully he won't mind that she's practically naked, the only bit of clothing on her body is a near-transparent nightgown that ends quite a bit too short. It's the sort of lingerie meant to tease by covering almost nothing, and also the only thing she can wear that wouldn't get stained while she waited for him to wake up.

"What, don't tell me you had a bad dream after all of that." She muses aloud, locking her eyes on his. "After all, you made sure I'm going to have great dreams for months to come. You should, too."

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He stares at her as she approaches, eyes trained on her face, as if trying to analyze it for anything that might be...off. Finding nothing, his eyes drift elsewhere, to see if she looks injured anywhere, or...

Huh.

Her dick is really cute when it's flaccid.

It's hard to use sign when you only have one and a half arms, but not impossible. He just uses his tentacle to supplement if he really needs to.

Are you okay?

[lovespeople]

Sorry Boxer, nothing going on here except the obvious. Though it's not obvious how she'd react if he called her dick cute to her face, honestly she'd rather have many of her other features called out as cute. Her dick was supposed to be a secret, a giant unsightly secret... At least in the eyes of the public. But in private it was a fun thing. As evidenced by the night before.

But for now he's asked a question, and she answers back in two ways. She gives him a deadpan look as she motions at her body before signing simply "yes". Then she speaks again, she knows he can hear her. Though she'll come up and in if needed.

"Is there something that would've made me not okay?" She shrugs, pausing before letting a grin come across her face as she adds: "You're going to have to try harder next time. You weren't nearly rough enough for me to be in any danger you know."

Then she shakes her head. "Unless that was all you had to offer."

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Boxer glares at her through the glass. Don't. He hesitates. Patronize me.

Sorry, Sybil. If you're going to make him think you know sign, he's going to use slang. With a tentacle. It's hard mode time, baby.

Don't brush off my concern. I've seriously hurt people doing far less than that.

God...what's the point. Lazily, he signs Nevermind, before laying back down in the bottom of his tank.When did Sybil ever care about his concerns? Like, really care, in a way that wasn't just weaving contract agreements?

--So hungry. Where's his caretaker? She should be showing up with food soon...

[lovespeople]

He's not wrong that her cares are for mostly unusual reasons, and also not wrong that signing is not her strongest suit. But she knows enough to get by and knows she needs to play him just right if she wants to keep him around. Or, perhaps, she needs to rethink her relationship with him. If she wants to keep him, she might need to approach this a different way.

"Okay, less teasing." She pauses, before adding. "I apologize."

But more importantly was that last bit. She gives a second that seems like it's for his benefit, but really she's trying to pick her words here. "Would you trust if I said I would stop you from going too far?" She considers it for a moment. "Its easy for me to tease when I'm tough, but I had a good time."

Also that caretaker he's after? She's arriving now with that food, pretty much exactly on schedule. Convenient!

[n_ll]

If that's the case, Sybil should make herself presentable!

Boxer heaves out what looks like a sigh, even though it works a little differently than if he was breathing air.

Without hurting either one of us? He throws out some signs that don't translate to anything cohesive, until: I'm okay most of the time, but I don't know what I'll do when I'm on drugs.

man i need to think about that, i'm so glad you catch the little details; sorry i miss them

[lovespeople]

Lucky she has robes, but honestly she pays a lot for silence and discreteness. She only allows those she trusts in her home, and this is no exception. However she does slip on her robe anyway, she doesn't want anyone being uncomfortable.

She gets where he's coming from. He's a big scary sea monster, she's a big scary dragon, they're both big scary beasts who could do a lot of damage. She contemplates his signs for a few moments afterward, amused that he straight up said he was on drugs rather than being more creative and saying he wasn't in a normal state of mind. She'd have to inquire about his language choices later, she wasn't as familiar with sign as she'd like and... honestly? She barely got the chance to use it with anyone, so most of her knowledge was book knowledge anyway. Not perfect.

Now with her robe around her and herself a little more presentable, though certainly not presentable enough for the public eye, she moves closer to the glass and grins.

"We could always wrestle." She says it with such amusement. "To get an idea of our strengths and how we may stop each other."

She's at a disadvantage because she has less limbs, but with her strength maybe they might be closer to an even match than she thinks. Against his hometown advantage in the water though, she's not confident she can stop him. But the only way to know would be to try.

it's ok i love you anyway <3

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He watches idly as she gets a little more presentable. As soon as his caretaker shows up with a wheeled dolly with a large bucket, his attention drifts from Sybil to watch as his lunch approaches. After she greets Boxer and starts rigging up the bucket to be lifted into the tank, he turns to Sybil.

A fine idea in theory, but I won't be well enough to do something like that for a while.

The implication being that there's probably something else that needs to be done to quell his concerns if she's planning to take advantage of his libido again any time soon.

scre

[lovespeople]

Well, at least she's inclined to be honest with him. Better than the attitude she'd taken before when she was planning to collect him. I mean, she was still trying to collect him but now she had him healing in a tank and the waters outside were safe so he had no particular rush to get back out there.

At his words, she gives a little nod. He was right, after all. He was also right about seeing through her intentions. Even if it was only 1% of her total plans, she still planned on putting that libido of his to the test, it would be lying to deny she had it in mind. Though the percentage was certainly above 1%, honestly.

"You will, sooner than you know, but for now..." She eyes his lunch as it gets lifted up, heading towards its final destination. If she's being honest, she'd like to hear from him. "What can I do, for you, to put you at ease?"

See? Now who said dragons were totally selfish? Gosh.

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Boxer holds up a finger to put the conversation on hold for the time being while his food descends into his tank. Once it's firmly on the bottom, Boxer unscrews the top of the bucket with his tentacles and digs his hand in to pull out some whole fish--too big for a human to eat without cleaning it properly, but Boxer just swallows it whole, face first.

His caretaker says that she'll be back to check on him later after her rounds with everyone else. Boxer is subtly watching her and waiting for her to leave so he can pause between fish so he can sign at Sybil.

If I didn't hurt you earlier, I probably won't while I'm like this.

Chances are, anyway. The worst he could do is to rend flesh with his suckers, and as long as she doesn't try to escape or try to fight his holds, there's no risk of that.

if you're still up for this thread!

[lovespeople]

That's a sight, for sure, and a reassurance. She had a large appetite to go along with her draconic needs so buying in bulk was a necessity. Buying more just meant more money saved, so it wasn't going to be a big deal to make sure his caretaker could get enough food for him. She wasn't ever going to consider that he could probably eat freely if he was out at sea, though, he wasn't well enough for that.

She considers signing back to him, but she hasn't had the practice to be anything near smooth. She's more articulate with her words, so she prefers them. But maybe with all the time they're going to spend together, he could change that? She wants to work on trust, and proving she wants to help, so she decides to try to sign at him.

You'll be strong again later. I'm tough, and so are you.

It's not the prettiest, but at least she gets her message across. She doesn't fumble any vocabulary, but she could do with some fluidity practice. Time to add some honesty, too, to this whole situation. She wants him more comfortable, and more open. Why would he be open if she wasn't? It's rare she gets to be so honest, though, so it's a foreign feeling.

Having you model here for me wasn't the only reason I was interested in you.

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It turns out that Boxer is exceptionally expressive sometimes. He actually glares at her for that last comment. He knows she had ulterior motives--and now she wants to be honest about it? Now that they've had sex?

Still, he doesn't call her out on it. He just keeps feeding fish into his mouth and looking at her, waiting for her to continue to sign. Just how much of it is she going to bear to him?