We'll have to get the real deal. [He could look a less smirky about this whole thing! Pervy little kraken.] It's not like either of us are hard up for money.
Oh, a stethoscope! [So she can listen to all of his hearts.] And...hm, what else would Nurse Lunae have?
[Could she have ever met a man who would not only match but exceed her own level of sexual perversion? Probably not. That they've met and will probably become the kinkiest people within history is just a pure miracle.]
My professional opinion as an almost-nurse [And oh so valuable thing.] is that I should also have chocolate.
[Any diagnosis she might come up with will be cured by it.] Can't conduct a full on, tongue-oriented examination without it.
[Okay but the idea of Boxer interrupting kinky sex because he wants to keep eating one of his favorite sweets is really adorable! She'd be okay with that, and he'd have to be okay with remaining tied up and halfway to an orgasm while she left the apartment to get more!]
Mm. That might need a little bit of research, I wouldn't want to hurt them.
[Maybe silk would be okay? It's strong and a little softer, it might have enough tension without digging into his tentacles the wrong way and harming them.] But it's got to be more than doable.
[There's some kind of irony in the idea of tying up a kraken. Delicious irony.]
[No, he'd really be into it. Just have to make sure that his penis was locked up too, because otherwise the temptation to fuck himself would be too great. For health reasons, he might have to be left in his tank while she's gone.]
[She has more than a few pictures on her computer, but there are some on her phone! That, and she's mostly done with getting all squeaky clean anyway.]
[The unfortunate thing is that his penis will be the hardest to wrangle, since it doesn't have any suckers and is pretty much friction-free and perfectly tapered. Maybe they'll figure out how to knot it up or something, who knows.]
Oh, absolutely. --No, wait, I want it to be a surprise.
[Maybe he'll make a "call" to the "doctor" and he'll "send a nurse over to give him an exam" and he'll be totally "surprised" at who shows up at his doorstep!
[How - it can be knotted?? She's seen him curve it and all that lovely stuff but none of that actually involved tightly coiling it! Maybe the only thing that will really hurt his member is biting it or something. Which she isn't going to do but man is that thing durable. Maybe kraken women were difficult or something.]
Damn, I don't get to excite you with hot pictures!
[But she can understand why he'd want it to be a surprise, so it's no big deal.] There was a cat girl at the last halloween party I went to,and she was cute.
[And she can just let his mind go wild with that.]
[Well, it gets plenty of exercise. It's unlikely to cramp and there's no bones so it'll always be as flexible as the muscle will allow. In other words, they'll never know until they try.
Unconsensual, honestly, is probably the more likely scenario. Not that he knows that. He thinks he has a fun dick for the hell of it.]
Oh, that does sound cute. [And certainly deserving a collar so he could claim that little buxom kitty as his own!] Hey, we should do a couples' costume for this coming Halloween.
[His anatomy is such an adventure unto itself, and they're a good amount of months into their relationship! She shouldn't still be amazed by it! And yet here she is.
But so much more important than that? He mentions costumes. Matching costumes!!!!]
You mean it? [She turns around to face him very suddenly, hands on his shoulders and leaning in closer, closer ...] No one ever wants to match with me!
Absolutely. I've been to a ton of Halloween parties, but I've never been invested enough to have a costume made for me. People tell me I get a pass because I'm already a monster.
[He shrugs.]
But if we do it together, I have no choice.
[When is Halloween in comparison to what time it is right now?]
[So everyone who came up with that lame response can screw off, because they get to be a pair!!! Boxer should accept that he might end up being something utterly terrible, like the jelly to her peanut butter or something. But they can cross that bridge when they come to it ...
... A few months from where they are now? Or something like that. Time is relative.]
[It is a little anti-monster, but he's experienced worse aggressions.
You know, he'd be really okay with being jelly. As long as he's not, like, the bottle. If they dressed him up in just straight up jelly or made a suit that looked like jelly, that'd be cool. As long as it's not awkward and bulky. Remember that he doesn't wear clothes a whole lot!]
[He doesn't get to wear uncomfortable suits with her around, it's just flat out illegal. Everything he wears should be well suited to his gorgeous, perfect body. A jelly suit would be perfect.]
Absolutely. [Now she takes advantage of said perfect body, leaning against his chest. The water really does feel nice.]
Boxer, [She snerks a little.] I love you and I'm kind of horny, but I think if I came right now I'd fall asleep right after.
[And she can't wear anything cumbersome either, because he won't let anything get between him and inappropriate touching, which would be peanut butter and jelly melding in costume-metaphor.]
Well!
[Horny, sleepy girlfriends are no laughing matter!
You have two options. Either I can make you come in here and carry you to bed, or I can carry you to bed now and make you come in there.
[His vague (and probably not at all faked) outrage is just kind of adorable, so maybe it's not a laughing matter but she ends up trying to suppress a giggle all the same. IS it really that bad if she goes to bed with an orgasm in the proverbial bank?]
I can't help noticing that both of those options involve you carrying me.
[And how is she supposed to pick, anyway?] Dealer's choice.
[So he puts an arm around her waist and thinks about it for a moment.]
Well, I think I'd like to eat you out...
[The question is, where would the most comfortable place be for that? He plays with her hair as he thinks about possible solutions while she gets to get excited about cunnilingus.]
Ooh. I know.
[He lets her go so he can crawl out of the tub and towel himself off. After that, he grabs a second towel and holds it out to receive Nariko in it.]
[So he gets to be both at once! But, man, she really is tired if the mention of being eaten out only tugs out a low, almost whiny little moan, like she wants it but worries about being unable to take in any more happiness. What would she even do with such an unbridled form of joy? Goodness! It's easier to make little contented sounds while he plays with her hair.
But Boxer catches an idea which means she has to shift around a little and then eventually crawl out of the bath entirely. Boo.]
Sweetheart. [Fpr the very necessary towel. Getting cold after a nice bath was the worst.]
[Both at once sounds good. She'll be treated to a gentle towelling off before he carries her to his wheelchair and crawls into it, a smooth albeit slow ride for Nariko. From there, he wheels the two of them into his bedroom, but instead of sitting her on his bed he raises himself up a few feet on his tentacles so he can lift Nariko up and place her in his tank. The fish swim up to her curiously, but avoid contact with her.]
Don't get too comfortable yet.
[Afterwards, he pulls himself up into his tank and submerges entirely, letting out his last breath of air so he can breathe underwater. When he's settled against the bottom of the tank, a hand comes up of the water and curls his index finger to beckon her hither. If she sits on his face, all she has to do is settle on her knees to keep most of her upper body above the cool water...]
[Despite her curiosity she's tried to leave his tank alone, it's his space after all, so being put into it so suddenly is a bit of a shock. For the most part she hugs the rim, watching him curiously and then a little strangely when he just goes ahead and goes right down there. If he was going to sleep she didn't really need to be in here with him, right? It wouldn't end well.
Except he's ... He's not serious, right?]
Boxer.
[Can he even hear her while he's in the water? Probably not. But it's not like her water boyfriend isn't sturdy, if he thought he couldn't handle making his face her new, temporary throne then he wouldn't be offering it in the first place. So it's a careful process, and she's definitely not letting go of anything that can brace her above the water but she does lower her hips, spread her legs ... It, uh, actually feels a little shameless. Go figure.]
[He can hear her, actually! But he can't talk. When she gets into position he gives her a gentle thumbs-up, only the vaguest idea that she feels a little shameless in this position. Most of his consideration is spent placing his hands on her thighs and dipping his tongue between her folds.
[It really would have been just fine to let her go to sleep, they could have had morning sex or something! But frankly any sense of guilt flies out the window once he gets started. It was a bit insane to believe that once upon a time she'd tried to downplay the importance of a good eating out session. It hadn't lasted very long with Boxer around, thank goodness.]
You'd better know I'm going to return the favor in the very near future.
[As if she didn't possess the biggest oral fixation in the world, now he's given her a proper excuse for it!]
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[Yeah, latex, the word just hasn't come to her, it will in the relatively near future. And because they're apparently of the same mind here:]
... I still have my nurse outfit from Halloween!
[It was such a nice getup, too! He might end up seeing pictures later on.]
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Oh. Now we're talking.
[What color is it? White? Pink? Black?]
You think...you think we could get our hands on some tools? Like...a speculum?
[One of these days they're gonna drown from jumping in the deep end so much.]
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And while it can't ever be said that she isn't adventurous she's ... What would he want a speculum for? Except to maybe -
Oh.]
I don't think it'd be that difficult. There's the internet and medical stores, so ...
[So they're going to drown and have a lot of fun along the way.]
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Oh, a stethoscope! [So she can listen to all of his hearts.] And...hm, what else would Nurse Lunae have?
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My professional opinion as an almost-nurse [And oh so valuable thing.] is that I should also have chocolate.
[Any diagnosis she might come up with will be cured by it.] Can't conduct a full on, tongue-oriented examination without it.
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Chopped up into tiny doses!
[That way he can't eat it all in one go.]
We should figure out a way to restrain all my tentacles...so they don't get in the nurse's way.
[Or basically force him into a position of spread-kraken.]
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Mm. That might need a little bit of research, I wouldn't want to hurt them.
[Maybe silk would be okay? It's strong and a little softer, it might have enough tension without digging into his tentacles the wrong way and harming them.] But it's got to be more than doable.
[There's some kind of irony in the idea of tying up a kraken. Delicious irony.]
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[No, he'd really be into it. Just have to make sure that his penis was locked up too, because otherwise the temptation to fuck himself would be too great. For health reasons, he might have to be left in his tank while she's gone.]
We can experiment.
[Totally into it.]
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Wanna see the outfit?
[She has more than a few pictures on her computer, but there are some on her phone! That, and she's mostly done with getting all squeaky clean anyway.]
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Oh, absolutely. --No, wait, I want it to be a surprise.
[Maybe he'll make a "call" to the "doctor" and he'll "send a nurse over to give him an exam" and he'll be totally "surprised" at who shows up at his doorstep!
Wow this is a corny fantasy.]
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Damn, I don't get to excite you with hot pictures!
[But she can understand why he'd want it to be a surprise, so it's no big deal.] There was a cat girl at the last halloween party I went to,and she was cute.
[And she can just let his mind go wild with that.]
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[Well, it gets plenty of exercise. It's unlikely to cramp and there's no bones so it'll always be as flexible as the muscle will allow. In other words, they'll never know until they try.
Unconsensual, honestly, is probably the more likely scenario. Not that he knows that. He thinks he has a fun dick for the hell of it.]
Oh, that does sound cute. [And certainly deserving a collar so he could claim that little buxom kitty as his own!] Hey, we should do a couples' costume for this coming Halloween.
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But so much more important than that? He mentions costumes. Matching costumes!!!!]
You mean it? [She turns around to face him very suddenly, hands on his shoulders and leaning in closer, closer ...] No one ever wants to match with me!
[You're making her year, Boxer.]
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[He shrugs.]
But if we do it together, I have no choice.
[When is Halloween in comparison to what time it is right now?]
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[So everyone who came up with that lame response can screw off, because they get to be a pair!!! Boxer should accept that he might end up being something utterly terrible, like the jelly to her peanut butter or something. But they can cross that bridge when they come to it ...
... A few months from where they are now? Or something like that. Time is relative.]
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You know, he'd be really okay with being jelly. As long as he's not, like, the bottle. If they dressed him up in just straight up jelly or made a suit that looked like jelly, that'd be cool. As long as it's not awkward and bulky. Remember that he doesn't wear clothes a whole lot!]
I'm obligated now!
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Absolutely. [Now she takes advantage of said perfect body, leaning against his chest. The water really does feel nice.]
Boxer, [She snerks a little.] I love you and I'm kind of horny, but I think if I came right now I'd fall asleep right after.
[And that's just weirdly hilarious right now.]
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Well!
[Horny, sleepy girlfriends are no laughing matter!
You have two options. Either I can make you come in here and carry you to bed, or I can carry you to bed now and make you come in there.
[Going to sleep horny is not an option, missy.]
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I can't help noticing that both of those options involve you carrying me.
[And how is she supposed to pick, anyway?] Dealer's choice.
[Don't make her think about stuff, basically.]
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[So he puts an arm around her waist and thinks about it for a moment.]
Well, I think I'd like to eat you out...
[The question is, where would the most comfortable place be for that? He plays with her hair as he thinks about possible solutions while she gets to get excited about cunnilingus.]
Ooh. I know.
[He lets her go so he can crawl out of the tub and towel himself off. After that, he grabs a second towel and holds it out to receive Nariko in it.]
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[So he gets to be both at once! But, man, she really is tired if the mention of being eaten out only tugs out a low, almost whiny little moan, like she wants it but worries about being unable to take in any more happiness. What would she even do with such an unbridled form of joy? Goodness! It's easier to make little contented sounds while he plays with her hair.
But Boxer catches an idea which means she has to shift around a little and then eventually crawl out of the bath entirely. Boo.]
Sweetheart. [Fpr the very necessary towel. Getting cold after a nice bath was the worst.]
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Don't get too comfortable yet.
[Afterwards, he pulls himself up into his tank and submerges entirely, letting out his last breath of air so he can breathe underwater. When he's settled against the bottom of the tank, a hand comes up of the water and curls his index finger to beckon her hither. If she sits on his face, all she has to do is settle on her knees to keep most of her upper body above the cool water...]
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Except he's ... He's not serious, right?]
Boxer.
[Can he even hear her while he's in the water? Probably not. But it's not like her water boyfriend isn't sturdy, if he thought he couldn't handle making his face her new, temporary throne then he wouldn't be offering it in the first place. So it's a careful process, and she's definitely not letting go of anything that can brace her above the water but she does lower her hips, spread her legs ... It, uh, actually feels a little shameless. Go figure.]
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The advantage of this position?
He can breathe just fine.]
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[It really would have been just fine to let her go to sleep, they could have had morning sex or something! But frankly any sense of guilt flies out the window once he gets started. It was a bit insane to believe that once upon a time she'd tried to downplay the importance of a good eating out session. It hadn't lasted very long with Boxer around, thank goodness.]
You'd better know I'm going to return the favor in the very near future.
[As if she didn't possess the biggest oral fixation in the world, now he's given her a proper excuse for it!]
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