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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.

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See, now I'm beginning to think this is an incredibly elaborate dream I'm having, like that one where I went out with a really nice robot. [She's a woman of many desires, no judging.] How often does one get sex and ribs in the same night? It's the prom night I always wanted.

[... Should she go home with him, though? If he wanted to be a creep and kill her or something he's had a bunch of opportunities, and it's not like she won't know the city well enough to get herself home if she has to leave suddenly.

For as easygoing as she's been this whole time the possibility does take some thought.]

I hope you have a nice couch I can drape myself over.

[So, yeah, let's do it. Whenever she can actually move on her own.]

Hope I've kicked that robot's ass by now.

[If mostly because, you know, Boxer is real. All ten limbs of him. And yet he's still feeling competitive over what is just a figment of Noriko's imagination.

Still, he's quiet and patient while she thinks it over. He doesn't want to pressure her into anything she's not comfortable with...and everyone has a different idea of what's comfortable.

But he's secretly delighted to hear that she's decided to come home with him. His grin is wide.]

Of course. Even have a bed with your name on it, if you want it.

[But in the meantime, there's the issue of...dislodging from her. Yikes. Well, one step at a time, one tentacle at a time...slowly. Starting with the ones in her ass. He follows it up with his golden tentacle, which retracts fully back into his body, and then the last two.

He lowers her legs back down, gently, and doesn't release her ankles until they're safely on the ground.]

I really have a whole lot of you on me, don't I...?

[Aaand now he's licking off the fluids off the end of a tentacle. It really does not stop with him.]

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[Is he really jealous of a robot. Because that'd be so damn cute, but she just laughs.] Well, you did just offer to let me use your bed, so I'll say you've got a strong lead.

[The whole dislodging thing has always been a little awkward but it feels even worse like this. She winces and tries to bear through it but the exit is a considerably harder to deal with than the entrance was. Go figure.]

Ah - you know, I think we might almost be even.

[She's still practically smothered in pre- and normal cum! She should stop worrying about his bed and ask about using the shower. Nariko blinks at him though, trying to really take in and what he's doing and, wow. She doesn't even think to stop herself from asking:]

So exactly how interesting were your teenage years?

[Because he could definitely reach that far now, so ...]

[A dream robot, thank you very much. The competition is tough! Who knows what that guy (girl) bot is capable of doing! Vibrators, electricity, temperature control, the options are endless when you're talking about the robot of Noriko's dreams.]

Sorry, sorry... [He whispers it softly as her discomfort makes itself apparent on her face. He's trying to be gentle as possible, promise, but there's only so much he can do.]

What do you mean?

[To him, asking about his teenage years is coming out of nowhere. He's not following where her train of thought is going.]

It's okay. [She knows it's not on purpose and, in truth, it's actually really sweet that he worries he at all! Usually she gets a guilty look or, worse, some weirdly sadistic prideful look. This isn't anything she can't recover from.

But upon realizing that he doesn't quite get her angle:]

I mean, those things are pretty long. And your dick is incredibly long too, so, I mean. I guess it's definitely better if someone else is doing it but ...

[Maybe it wasn't always that long, though? All Nariko is saying is that if she had such an active thing she'd have probably tried to suck it on her own, too. If you need relief then you're gonna do what you can do, man.]

[No, he had his little power trip when he made her belly bulge. There's no pride in making her hurt.]

Oh. Yeah, it's better. More importantly, easier.

[Once she's all set, he'll go ahead and start packing up her stuff for her. They didn't get through a lot of this beer, did they? Had better things to do.]

It's an awful lot of penis for one person to deal with. [It kinda sucks to be so frequently horny and masturbating is kind of a pain, which heavily contributes to the reason why he has sex so frequently and with so many people.]

The most effective technique...might not be what you're expecting. I can show you, if you want, once my refractory is over.

[She's still pretty damn cum-covered so she debates rolling into the ocean for a little while, just to, y'know, maybe not smell like sex and fluids? It's a good idea, definitely a responsible one ... But she's got a nice bikini coverup that can pass for a lazy excuse of a dress. The worst anyone will see is her legs, and those are pretty clean so it's fine.

She tugs it out from her bag before he gets the beer back in there.]

Sure, if you really don't mind. [He's a lot more open about her idle curiosities than she would expect of any monsterkind.

Her green coverup is shoved over her head and laid out over her body. It's not the most sexy thing in the world but it'll do for moving around.]

And to be fair, an 'awful lot' can easily translate to 'an awful lot of fun', just saying.]

I agree.

[He looks over his shoulder as she puts her coverup on and chokes on a laugh.]

You're not gonna rinse--[well, he supposes she never did get wet in the first place.] Got a thing for bein' out in public...?

[Sure, her legs are clean for now, but gravity is a thing and he knows she's still holding a lot of spunk both on and inside her. Not to mention she's going to be very conscious of it sticking to her during the short walk it takes to get to his apartment complex...]

Yes, actually.

[Although it's more like she has a thing for messing around in public, rather than being very obviously stained, for lack of a better word.] ... It can't be that bad, right? I can make it.

[Nariko is so prideful that she's essentially trying to purport that gravity isn't going to win. She's wrong, of course, but pride and denial are great buddies.

... She's kind of eyeing the waves now. Better safe than sorry, maybe? But she does, uh, kind of want to keep it in there too. Shit.]

[God forbid him influencing her decisions, especially in the name of getting her rocks off!]

Well, if it helps you make your decision, I won't be able to walk with you. I have to swim there.

[If that factors in at all, of course.]

Unless you can carry a quarter-ton of kraken blubber for half a mile. [Right, as if any cell on him is blubber.]

I can carry a lot, but probably not you. [She's a little stronger than she looks, but remains perfectly human. It'd be kind of cool to be able to pick him up, though. He gets a look about the 'blubber' comment though. Dude's all gorgeous muscle and she hasn't put her tongue on nearly enough of it.

But the night is young.]

If it's just me then I don't care. I was going to need to use your bathroom either way. [Might as well go all in on that.] Where am I meeting you, though? [Since they're taking completely different routes.]

It was worth asking. [You honestly never know. He gives her a shit-eating grin when she gives him that look.

Boxer points in the direction she came from.]

Super easy. Just get to the sidewalk and follow it south until you get to Junonia Suites. Can't miss it. Entrance has a bunch of greek pillars in front of it. Call for room 152.

[Yeah, that Junonia Suites. The one where a bunch of richy-rich celebrities like to claim their 'summer homes'.]

[Seriously? Well, shit, now she really does have to try and look presentable before she gets there.]

Yeah, I know it. [It's hard not to since she isn't currently blind, nor does she possess frugal taste.] You'd better hope they don't think I'm some question drifter.

[It's mostly a joke.] Guess I'll see you in a bit.

[She's got her directions, after all!]

Nah, you'll be fine. I can buzz you in.

[He gives her a little wave, making sure that she can...you know, at least walk, before he backs up to throw himself into the sea. Boxer will make it home a lot faster than she does, which means that he has more than enough time to draw her a warm bath and dig out the menu for the barbeque delivery place.]

[She's okay! A little wobbly at times but she gets herself up and powers through!

Not only does it take her a while longer to get there but he ends up being right. Gravity does it's thing and she can't fight the volume of it any, which leads to a mildly embarrassing accident halfway there. It pretty much gushes which feels - always has felt - weirdly pleasant, would be better if a few people hadn't given her some knowing looks.

Whatever. At least there's an alley, and she ends up testing the durability of her towel, and then she has to debate between keeping it with her or throwing it out ... The whole affair builds up to an extra ten minutes, so if he's surprised at the buzzing then no one would blame him.]

Hey.

[There's eerily fresh streaks along her thighs now - a bath would be great.]

Hey.

[He'll greet her at his front door, still damp, but sitting...on a wheelchair. These condos have a reputation for being a little on the conservative side with size, but everything in here--the hallways, the rooms, the bathroom and everything in it--is plus-sized. The original idea was to make it disability-accessible, but like this it's the bare minimum of space he needs to survive. Boxer moves aside for her to enter.

The air inside is fresh, something along the lines of sweet orchid, yet slightly briny like the water. Clean, comfortably dimly lit, cool and humid. All not surprising given its tenant.

He glances down at her legs as she enters and gives her a similarly knowing look, but with a trace of disappointment--a little sad that he couldn't have been there when she had her little accident...not only to witness it but to help with the aftermath. With a gesture, he points to the bathroom.]

I made up a hot bath for you.

[Now that's another surprise for the night! She does stare at it, head tilted, but then moves on easily. Guy's got to get around the city somehow when he needs to, right? But she does kind of wonder if he might benefit from something a little higher, and is that thing really supporting his back? Give her a week and she could design and build something better for him. But that's the engineer in her, and there's no better way to say 'you're cool and we should hang out a lot' than to build something.

There's also stepping inside his apartment, which doesn't feel at all unlike being at the beach again.] Oh, wow. Nice digs.

[As far as her legs, she laughs a little nervously, more embarrassed by it than anything else. And then:]

If you're trying to convince me that you're perfect, it's working, Boxer. Seriously.

[How do nice people like him even exist. She really has to stop banging assholes.]

[He notices the way she takes note of his wheelchair, but there's no way for him to tell what she's really thinking. He kind of figured she'd give it a second take, given that he hadn't really mentioned it before.]

Thanks.

[The city kinda gave him the pick of the litter when it came to housing arrangements. Believe it or not, he didn't pick this place because it's the Ritz (though that was a factor) but because he can literally hop into the bay from his balcony. Shortest commute in the history of New Cloudbank.]

I'm not perfect, promise. Just generous.

[She's gonna have a spa day in there, too. Super soothing moisturizing body washes, energizing exfoliants, repairing creams infused with lavender and chamomile. You'd think this bathroom either belongs to a woman...or a sea-dwelling monsterkind trying his hardest to make the best out of life on land.

As if it does any favors for his argument, he takes her bag from her so he can clean off the sand and put what's left of the beer in his fridge.]

Want your cover-up and bikini washed?

Right about now they're the same thing.

[She's already pulled the cover up, up and off of herself, and the bikini comes off just as immediately. There's no use in being shy when Boxer's already seen everything there and then some. That she'd probably be as immodest even without that is not important at all, of course.]

Oh, yeah, that's probably a good idea. Walking home naked wouldn't work out too well.

[But running around without anything on in his apartment will probably be just fine. After handing it all off to Boxer she slinks into the bath, groans freely. For a moment she's surprisingly quiet, just enjoying the water and the complete loss of tension. It would be a good moment to reflect on how vaguely stupid it is to go home with someone she hadn't even known for a few hours but mostly she's just grateful, and weirdly happy.]

So, gonna go out on a limb and say no girlfriend?

[Because while there's lots of moisturizing stuff, definitely things a woman would use, there's no ... Feminine personality to them. A stereotypical woman would probably have a theme to all those items, like Moonlight Walks scented stuff or whatever. Nariko herself is sort of on a Pretty as a Peach binge, because what's life without fun scents? Boring, that's what.]

[The closest he has to a theme is "environmentalist". Organic, fair trade, decomposable or recyclable containers. Does that count?]

No, just me.

[He opts to clean her clothes by hand (or more accurately, by tentacle) in his kitchen sink, since he doesn't have a washer and dryer, despite having the hookups for it. What little clothes he has are formal, which means they get dry-cleaned anyway.]

Not for lack of trying. It's complicated...those that are compatible sexually aren't always compatible intellectually, and vise versa. At least I've learned how to weed out the people in it for their fetish in under an hour.

[Definitely counts, but it might still lean more towards 'guy' than anything. Definitely suits him, though.

While it's a relief to know that she didn't accidentally home-wreck - it's happened before, unfortunately - she can't help feeling kind of sympathetic. Dating is bullshit, and for as pretty as she is even Nariko had gotten tired of it after a certain point, and the idea of returning to all that wasn't endearing, either.]

I feel like you should tell me who those people are so I can find and punch them for being gross pieces of shit. [... Except that sounds a certain, so she over explains,] I mean, there's definitely nothing wrong with being into it, I'm not sure I would want to go for someone that didn't like my boobs or something. [What a terrible comparison.]

Still, that's a special kind of asshole. [And apparently if he's going to be competitive against dream robots, she's going to be protective.]

They never meant to antagonize me. As far as I'm aware, I'm not facing any unusual treatment--apparently people use dating sites for one night stands all the time...but I'm sure you could attest that I don't need a dating profile to score companionship for the night.

[He puts it so gingerly.]

On the opposite end, the prudes...well, calling them prude is kind of mean, but they expect me to reign in my libido...as if I could. Believe me, I've tried, and I quickly found out why my kind have such violent streaks.

I tried negotiating. You know--if they weren't willing to have sex that frequently, I could still find others. If they didn't want me sleeping around, they could actively help me out. It's just...

[He inhales sharply through his teeth.]

Sexual incompatibility. That's all. No one's fault.

[One long, self-conscious beat later...]

Sorry about the rant. It's...just frustrating.

[While she listens Nariko sinks further into the bath, up to the height of her chin, just before her ears.] Don't apologize, it kind of sounds like you needed to get it out, and there's nothing wrong with that.

[He really does seem like a nice guy, blessedly sane and grounded, so she doesn't mind lending an ear, it's the least she can do for what he's given her. But she does reach around to find his exfoliant and put it to good use.] No one gets to pick and choose what they like about a person, I can't think of any relationship that exists without compromise, that's just - [She makes a gesture, but he's still at the sink, right? So he probably doesn't see.] It's bullshit. People are allowed to be different, and they're supposed to be adult enough to find common ground! Especially with someone they might want to make an actual life with, sex included.

[Judging by the slightly heated tone of her voice she has some feelings about the subject as well.]

People are just ridiculous, and even if it's no one's fault that doesn't make it any less painful to go through.

I think the way the market's designed--like shopping for the best auction listing--people think they can be picky buyers and not compromisers. Less work involved in a single failed date, I guess, than trying to work things out.

[He rolls into the bathroom shortly after, with her wet laundry on what is basically his lap. It's a little bit of a stretch from sitting, but he ties up a rope between a hook on the door and towel rod.]

Sounds like you've got a story of your own.

You only become stronger by working things out. [She sighs.] At least, that's what I always thought.

[But maybe she was wrong. Who could say. By the time he's made his way towards her she's mostly done, now she's just a little too lazy to force herself out.]

Everyone's got a story, that's part of the fun. [She notes what he's doing and then feels a little bad - of course a guy who lives in the sea won't have a washer and dryer. Oops.]

Mine's just boring. Chick meets guy, stays with him for nearly four years, chick gets dumped! The end.

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