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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.

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Eh? He was trying to reach up to meet her, but she keeps pushing him down. Boxer peeks his eyes out from the water, keeping the rest beneath the water.

Do you have some sort of plan, Sybil?

Her plan is simple, keep him where he's most comfortable. Unless he's going to tell her he'd rather be above water. She's never done this before, okay? It's not like you can find kraken boys just washed up on the shore.

She sure didn't.

But to test a theory, she gives the golden length an experimental squeeze. Not too much, but enough to see the reaction.

It reacts in a way that is hard to read as either pleasurably surprised or hurt by the way it tenses shortly at her squeeze. Afterword, it squirms out of her grip--as does the one around her wrist--and he rights himself to swim over to the end of the ramp, climbing up on it just enough so he can keep his respiratory system underwater.

In the end, most of his upper body and the first three feet of his tentacles are comfortably resting on the surface of the ramp. He lets out an obviously comforted sigh, then reaches out of the water with his hand to beckon Sybil closer.

She's about to explore more when he moves, and she leans back enough and observes him as he adjusts himself. This was, honestly, a good sign. If he was getting comfortable, that meant that he was in it until the end. Good.

When he beckons her closer, the grin returns to her features and she moves over to be beside him. She pays little mind to the water, not caring much at all if it gets her remaining clothing soaked. It's not like he'll notice anything unless he takes anything off of her.

But she's focused on him again, her hands setting on his tentacles once more. At first, only gentle rubs along the ones closest to her... but it's clear she's after the gold one, and the moment she spots it she gives it another squeeze before rubbing over it.

"I hope you'll guide me along." She comments. "You're new to me."

Always the eyes on the prize, this one. He's not really that surprised.

But he can feel her body heat in the water, and it's honestly very soothing. She can do what she wants with his gold tentacle, but the others languidly wrap around whatever part of her they can touch, clinging to her as if she were an anchor and pulling her in closer. The gold one in particular lifts out of the water to wrap itself around the back of her neck like a feather boa.

How fashionable!

What can she say? It's in her blood.

But when he starts wrapping around her, she rubs a few more times and then just grins at him. The feeling was really close and really... intimate. She's curious what he's thinking about, and idly runs her free hand along one of his closest tentacles.

"Having fun?"

In a way. It's satisfying his need for contact so far, but there could be...more.

In an unexpected assertive shove, he pulls her in so that she'll be laying on his chest, wading in the shallow water. He holds his hand against the back of her shoulder, and while the other tentacles stay put and wrapped around various parts of her, the gold tentacle squirms and worms all over her body, exploring those curious parts of hers she always keeps hidden, the tip of it leaving an abundant trail of clear precum. After a while, it decides to tangle around her tail, careful of her spikes.

By touch alone he finds the hole cut out of her panties for her tail, and he plucks at it with the tip of his tentacle-penis, quickly making a sticky mess of them before slipping in, through the hole at the base of her tail, and trying to bury itself between her ass cheeks.

This, of course, is exactly the sort of thing she'd hoped for. She can't help a little laugh as he pulls her atop him, and the grin on her face only gets wider when she looks into his eyes. Look at what you've done, Boxer, look at your latest catch.

Of course, she knows that he'll be feeling around. She welcomes the touch, welcomes the exploration, and is all too eager to see how he reacts when he finds the surprise she still has.

What she doesn't expect, though, is the sticky mess he leaves over her skin with that tentacle of his. When it starts writhing around and, after a moment or two, succeeds in slipping under her panties and between her ass cheeks she gives another little laugh. The tip of his tentacle rubs against the hidden tip of her own member, enough to send a slight flush over her cheeks.

It wouldn't be long before it would come free. The tape over it was designed for everyday wear, movement and maybe some sweat. It wasn't designed to hold up to tentacles or precum or... really any erotic activity of any kind. Oh well, guess it was time for him to find out.

What is that?

It's inevitable that he'd want to explore things, expected or not, and his tentacles are very tactile. Needless to say, as soon as he finds her tip, he's instantly investigating it to figure out what he's run across. After slathering his precum all over her and rubbing around to inquire, the tape comes off and he can wrap around her flaccid length.

Under the water, he lazily grins. Ah, so that's why her dresses are so big. She has so many secrets to hide. He wasn't planning on working with something like this, but if she's big enough when hard...this erection problem will get solved a lot faster than he expected.

Of course it was inevitable, and that's why she's pleased about the developments. Another secret down, which meant it was time to put it to use and have some fun.

She's not particularly long, but with the attention of his tentacle that's rapidly changing. She hums to herself, letting her legs slip further apart as she goes from flaccid to hard slowly. Almost agonizingly slowly, honestly, but it's quite the show as it rises up and doubles in size. Grower, not a shower, as they say.

"Surprised?" She still has some of the amused hum in her voice when she speaks. It's all so very pleasing that he's not put off by what he's found, especially when he could never have known any of it.

She idly reaches a hand out under the water, playfully poking out at his nose with a smile.

Oh, good, she's pretty big...it's a shame he can't really see it in respect to her body right now, because it probably looks incredible against her slight frame.

Later.

Boxer tries to wave her offending poking finger with his missing arm, obviously missing. His tentacles release their grip on her extremities, including the gold one, instead using them to help to turn himself over so that he lays on his stomach, exposing his expansive back to her. Though it's not likely to be gathering as much attention as he really pulls back his tentacles and the membranes between them, exposing the underside beneath. The lines of thick suckers all lead to a central point, of which the gold tentacle stems out of, looking as if its girth distends the neighboring flesh as if it were a tight fit.

The thickest part of his penis wraps around her midsection a few times, before sliding between her ass and wrapping around her dick from behind. Like this, he can guide her erection directly at his dangerously slick cloaca.

Talk about taking the lead!

Not that she's complaining, of course, she's been denied her little bit of playfulness for now... in exchange for better things, far better things. She gets a good look at nothing but tentacles for a few long moments as he adjusts, but then when he fully reveals himself? Well.

Well.

Things had taken a turn that she wasn't expecting, once again. She grips some of his tentacles so she has some control of her own as he pulls her closer. He's going to take what he wants, but that doesn't mean she won't get in some good movements herself. She gives her length a twitch in the grasp of his tentacle, but doesn't make any moves just yet. Not until he's helped her slip inside.

Maybe he'll need a moment to stretch, after all. But she'll only give him a moment once she slips in before she jerks her hips and gives a thrust into him.

God, yes. His back arches slightly at being filled, his tentacles curling up on themselves in delight. It's been a while since he's been treated to something like this. His body absorbs the force of her thrust like a drop of water in the ocean.

Once she's nice and buried inside of him, he lets go of his grip around her dick, and two tentacles come in to latch their suckers onto her ass and spread her cheeks, allowing ample space to bring in the tip of his penis to smear that abundant precum on her entrance and start to needle his way in.

Ever been fucked while fucking, Sybil?

She hasn't, and she's not going to complain. But she's not going to make it easy either. Grinning at him, she can't help the amusement in her voice.

"Just look at you, all needy for me." She lets out a little laugh. "I'm glad you like me after all. You should savor..."

She presses herself back, against his teasing dick. If he's going to tease, she can too. She may be a little more limited with how she's being held but she's still got enough movement for this. The moment she feels his tip start to slide in, though, she suddenly forces her hips forward again to bury herself inside of him again.

"...the experience!" She finally finishes, eager to make what she can of the control she has at the moment. Once he's inside of her, she knows she'll have much less freedom to move. But the limited time isn't going to stop her for now.

He really doesn't mean to tease, really! He's just so out of it that he moves languidly to begin with. But now that he's in, he can start muscling his way in deeper. It's kind of a shame that he can't communicate like this, so it'll be harder to gauge when she's taken all she can handle, but he figures she'll let him know...or he'll eventually end up hitting a wall he can't get past. Whatever comes first.

With her thrusts, he inches deeper, getting thicker by the second at a deliciously slow pace and expanding her ass with ease.

She's having her fun, okay. She doesn't often get to use her length for anything... honestly she doesn't even really get to have sex much at all. Too many risks, too high of a chance of being found out. She had her ways of getting off, her ways of seeking out pleasure... but typically they weren't with others.

Especially not like this.

It's a good thing she's taken things before, otherwise she would be having some issues with how deep and thick he was inside of her. She's not going to stop him, though, she's taken thicker... though he'll probably push her limits with depth. She won't stop him, though, she welcomes him as deep as he can get.

Especially with how the slow movements are sending waves of pleasure through her. Every inch deeper makes her muscles clench and her body shiver, he's picked a truly good weak spot. Of course, the feeling of how slick he was on the inside only added to how good she was feeling. He was tight in every way, and surrounding every inch of her. She tries getting in more thrusts, but she doesn't have the control she did before.

Honestly, it's way more soothing than it has any right to be. But he was holding on to his erection for such a fruitless amount of time that the stimulation brings him relief more than excitement, and it's way too fun to have her dick pushing in and just barely reaching his internal testicles. He'd be in trouble if she could get to his prostate, but like this? He can just relax while he drills in deeper, stretching her further and further and feeling her flesh stretch eagerly to accommodate him...like this is always where it was meant to be.

Far enough inside of her, the bulk of his tentacle actually starts to show as a lump on her lower stomach, where the squirming movement it does to pull itself in deeper can be observed.

Maybe she could reach if she could pin him down and thrust fast and hard into him, but as it stands she's basically being used by him. Used to pleasure him and be used at the same time. It was pretty damn good, honestly.

...though when she starts to feel him getting deeper and deeper, her breathing grows heavier by the second. Her muscles tense, her body twitching slightly from the deep fucking she's receiving. She glances down to see the shape of his tentacle moving beneath her skin and... lets her head fall back while she moans. He's using her deeper than she's ever been used, and she can feel herself building rather rapidly towards her peak. If she comes while he's buried this deep in her, well... she won't be satisfied with just one time.

He's nowhere close like she is. After all, he hasn't found that 'wall' yet, so he's just happily crawling about inside of her without abandon, filling her up with abundant precum as he goes, taking up all the space in her belly and then some. The bulge now grows by the second as the equivalent of at least four cocks stretches her asshole open--all he knows is that she can take more, and that's exactly what he's going to give her, no matter how close she is to orgasm.

It's a good thing she's usually not satisfied after just once, because at the rate he's stretching her she's not going to be done with one. But he's getting close to how wide she can stretch to accommodate him... he'll start having quite a bit more difficulty from here on, though she would hardly complain if he tried stretching her further. He probably won't hit a limit depth-wise, with girth she's trained for depth... to an extent. But he would have to get at least another six inches in to hit her usual limit.

Her hands come up to rub at the bulge he's made in her belly, impressed and amazed at him. Feeling him squirming inside of her like that... well, that's all it really takes to push her over for the first time. Her muscles tense and she lets out a long, trailing moan as her cock starts pulsing inside of him and filling him.

Ah, yes, that's exactly what he needed--a load of hot dragonkin cum directly poured into his hungry cloaca. It honestly does feel like he was starved for it, and now that he's finally got some he can finally reach his own climax.

But not quite yet.

Even while she's busy filling him up, he's still unrepentantly drilling his tentacle farther inside of her as if he had no regard to his own orgasm. Because, let's face it, he really doesn't. He's gotten so far up her ass that he can't stop until he can find out if she really can take it all--or find out where her limit is. And soon enough, he'll find it, and during her post-orgasm phase she'll get to enjoy the sensation of being comfortably stretched to her limit.

Impressive, he thinks to himself, and sees even more potential in her--he'd love nothing more than to train her ass even further, given a lot more lube and a hell of a lot more patience than he has right now, but they'll just have to make plans for that later.

Instead, he continues to push upward--not necessarily into her, though it would have been if she still had more room for him--lifting her body up out of the water. And, provided she doesn't try to squirm, she'll balance naturally on nothing but his fat tentacle while it undulates and squirms underneath her flesh, looking like some kind of creature frantically nesting in her belly.

Her orgasm was intense enough, but feeling him specifically seeking out every last inch inside of her only amplified it further. Every new movement he makes inside of her milks another pulse of cum out of her cock and into him. It was a particularly effective way of milking her dry, that was for sure.

At the very least, being filled to her current limits gave her a moment of peace. Despite the haze from her orgasm still clouding her thoughts, and her cock still pumping the last bits of cum into him, she dares to bring her head back up and... then down again to look at how he's stretched her out. She'd been able to stretch with toys, but he'd stretched her fuller than she ever had.

...and then he shifts the position and she watches it happen, eyes widening as he almost effortlessly moves her. The feeling of being supported only by him and the tentacle inside of her sent more waves through her, already pushing her towards a second climax. She'd only just finished cumming, and here he was working her body up again. This was the kind of treatment she craved, pushing her limits and using her body.

"Yes." She manages out between ragged breaths, her voice heavy with lust and desire. She wanted more, but her voice trails off into nothing more than a moan as he continues.

She can't come just yet!

Sybil's held up out of the water for just long enough for him to change position under the water and bring her back down into it, getting her neglected panties wet as he brings her down just far enough into the water so that he can suck off any remnant fluids from her dick--because, yes, there's still enough tentacle to hold her in front of him.

One tentacle wraps around an ankle and pushes her knee tightly upward, exposing her under the water and pushing her thigh up against her stuffed belly. He takes her dick into his mouth, and despite its size he can contain it all in his mouth, providing a consistent vacuum while he traces the stretched flesh of her asshole with a finger, giving it an affectionate gesture for all the hard work it's doing. Come on, give him another delicious load...

Well it's a good thing he's in control because he's the one who can make her come almost instantly right now. She's so close when he starts adjusting her that pretty much any sensation is going to put her over the edge. But then he starts controlling how she's positioned and he brings her leg up to press against her overly full belly and... well, he was certainly proving to be the best at pulling the most filthy sounds from her lips. She could hardly call herself dignified if she were ever heard like this.

But then his mouth settles over her dick again and, well... that's about it. He wanted another delicious load and he's certainly going to milk her for all she's got. Almost immediately she orgasms again and fills his mouth, desperately gasping for breath as her whole body twitches and spasms in his grasp.

Way to go, Boxer.

That's a record, he thinks to himself as he swallows down her hot, goopy mess. The sensation of it thickly sliding down his throat like a fresh catch does wonders to his progress, every swallow bringing him closer to his own climax.

By the time she's drained, he starts to fill her up. His tentacle pulses as huge globs of cum pulse through it, like an undone hose more than a spurt. Within seconds, her belly starts to balloon out with the sheer mass of it all, and it doesn't seem like it's going to stop any time soon--but still he keeps her dick in his mouth, trying to suck out every last drop.

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