No, no...I want whatever on their menu has the most, richest chocolate. Get the whole cake.
[Ignoring the fact that chocolate is a huge personal aphrodisiac for him...but come on. Rum and chocolate! He has a sweet tooth tonight.
And no, he's not planning to eat the whole cake in one sitting. But by the time he orders enough slices to get his fill, he might as well buy the whole thing and keep the rest for leftovers. Cost effectiveness.]
He nods and picks up his controller to play his game while she orders the food. The volume will be almost-muted while she talks, of course, and he comfortably folds his tentacles over her lap and legs like enveloping her in a toasty blanket.]
[She holds the phone with her shoulder while her hands skate over his tentacles to show them some love. Man, if she had the moisturizer with her she'd massage them! Well, she can kind of do that even without moisturizer, just a bit gentler. And a few minutes later ... ]
Twenty minutes!
[It'll be midnight by then, but Boxer doesn't seem ready to sleep just yet and she's not ready for it either.]
[Well, if she wants to give him some proper moisturizer treatment, there's a big variety of bottles in the glass cabinet under the couch-side table that his rum lands on when his hands are too busy. All sorts of different scents and textures for her to choose from!
The selection also includes a few different lubes, too. You know, since she suggested it.
She leans over to said cabinet to grab ... Moisturizer for now, but the lube will come later. They've gone through quite a few moods and events tonight, so a little bit of sexual healing is certainly in order. But she very selfishly wants to enjoy the cheesecake first, which means that she can pull a few tentacles to the forefront, and after she spreads a generous amount into her palms and warms it up, it's time to feel up his parts!
Come to think of it, why didn't she bring over sexier pajamas? Or the big sleep shirt so that she wouldn't be wearing shorts. Oh well.]
[She's welcome to crawl all over him to get to the moisturizer cabinet while he continues to play, and he catches sight of what she's picked out of the corner of his eye.]
Ooh. Should I lay down?
[Honestly, he loves these PJ's too. They're real snug around her butt. So hot. The oversized tee is super hot too, though, especially when she doesn't wear a bra and the shirt drapes over her tits. Just. The. Right. Way.
...
He's apparently easy to please for a kinkster. Or maybe that's why he's easy to please. Hard to say.]
Up to you, cuddlefish! [So there's a new nickname for you, Boxer!
The added benefit of lying out is that she'll probably get his 'hips' and his lower back, too, it'll turn into an all out massage, whereas just sitting will probably result in tentacles, and then his chest, as she's likely to turn around and get that, too. She's so damn short that she won't interrupt his view of the television!
They are incredibly snug bottoms! So snug that if one of the little friends tries to get in there it's going to be a little bit of a strain, but then that might not be much of a coincidence. Especially since her ass looks great in these shorts.
Hey, you've got to enjoy the little things just as much as the little ones! It helps maintain perspective.]
Cuddlefish! [Oh, he loves it. Cuttlefish are awesome and that's a great play on words, even if he can't change color.
But he'll help himself to pausing his game--massages are totally worth putting the controller down, and rolling onto his belly. Nariko's on her own nimble feet to avoid getting tossed, but at least he does it slowly.
In those shorts, he's more likely to rub on her from the outside...and force her to make a mess of them from the inside.]
[By now she's pretty used to his shifts in movement so once he starts moving a direction she's up and waiting until he's settled, and she can join him back on the couch. She still goes back to his tentacles but now the slide of her palms works up much farther, to include the enter length, to his mantle, back again, she's very rhythmic about it now. For however much or little sense it may make this is as soothing for her as she hopes it is for him.
Getting her to cream her own shorts is definitely a way to get her pants off so he can get in them, and she wouldn't necessarily object.
Anyway, go ahead and play your game, Boxer, she's just gonna hum and kiss here and there.]
[No way. Nooooo way, this is way too good to ignore it in favor of a game. He...doesn't necessarily need the moisture, since he was in his tank before Nariko came over, so he's going to do his Boyfriend Duty and enjoy every stroke of her fingers and hands, every kiss, as he sits still and closes his eyes and...
probably relaxes for the first time ever since shit hit the fan. In fact, he reaches for his remote and changes it to a channel that plays soothing, harp and flute based music over the sounds of waves, waterfalls, or rain. Apparently it's a channel he has memorized, because he inputs it by number instead of the menu.]
[She's a little impressed that he had it memorized, and from today on she'll probably remember it herself.
Back to massaging, though! She takes her time with it and when she feels that all appendages have received a proper amount of attention she goes lower, because the endless row of suckers underneath need attention, too! There's just, y'know, a lot, so she does tend to leave them for second just because she likes to get every inch, and he's a big guy, it takes time!
More than anything it's good to know that he's relaxing, he deserves that and a whole hell of a lot more. Especially after all he's been through, and everything he's listened to and done tonight. So is it really any surprise that once she's down far enough ... Well, he won't mind if her slicked up fingers just tease there a tiny bit, right? But only that.
[He really loves her attention to detail. It's almost euphoric when she manages to get her thin fingers between his suckers, a feat he can't pull off himself, and it feels so pleasurable--not like sex, but an awful lot like getting scratched where you can't reach. It's so delightful!
But that's not between his suckers! Boxer bolts upward the second she touches near it.]
Woah!
[He looks back at her with a mildly exasperated smile.]
[Both hands come up!! And she really is apologetic, to be honest.] Back to the regularly scheduled touching.
[Which, since she really hadn't intended on starting anything, is very easy to do! That area goes unbothered as she continues to get into his little nooks and crannies, there are slight pauses when she has to put a little more on her hands, but that's about it.
[Boxer rolls his eyes over an amicable smirk as he lays back down.]
Naughty kitten, [he murmurs under his breath, juuuuust loud enough for her to hear it. Yeahh, go back to the massage and amuse yourself by how his suckers stretch out to allow her fingers more room to get in deeper between them.]
[Since they're making it so easy she's even more thorough! She moves her fingers all long the sides, up into the curves and then the cups themselves, swirling her fingers over them and applying a very gentle pressure. A few of them get little kisses before she has to move on.
Fortunately or unfortunately she finishes up under the hood entirely, and has gone back to his tentacles when there's a gentle knock on his door.]
Break time! [For cheesecake!!!! Which means it's completely worth it. Excuse her while she exits the sex couch in order to get the food.]
[He's completely mellowed out. He's so mellowed out that when she declares it's break time, all he has to say for himself is:]
Mmnh.
[She's welcome to go to the door and pick up the cheesecake but if she wants him to get off the couch she's going to have to find some way to prod his blubber off of it.
Or she could just leave him there and spoon feed cheesecake into his fat face...]
[Nah, he can keep himself on the couch! She can go and get their food and deal with the tip and all that. It takes a few minutes but soon enough she's back with a plate full of cheesecake! More slices of his chocolate than her strawberry. And speaking of his - Boxer wanted chocolate so that's what he's got! It's a light, but rich cheesecake with a smooth ganache, and a firm, just-right crust. There are little fun swirls of white chocolate on top of that dark ganache - it's basically chocolate lover's heaven.]
Such a happy cuddlefish. [It makes her so happy to see him relaxed after all the bullshit that's gone on.] Open up.
[They're on the same wavelength because she has every intention of feeding him.]
[She's! Gonna! Do it! Boxer finds it in himself to get enough motivation to at least turn belly-up, moving his arm over so she has enough room to comfortably sit on the edge of the couch. He won't take his bite until she's settled, but when he does...]
Mmh! Are you an angel? 'Cause you're serving me a piece of heaven.
[Spoken with a lazy slur to his voice. It's never too late in a relationship for cheesy pick-up lines.]
I've secretly been the cheesecake angel this whole time, gifting the citizens of New Cloudbank with delicious treats that heal their souls and bring joy back to their lives.
[In other words ... No, never too late for cheesy pick-up lines, especially when they make her laugh.] I figured you'd love it.
[The only other dessert she can think of that's even more chocolate stuffed than this one is in a restaurant near her apartment - it's a seven layer chocolate tower cake, and even Nariko can't quite get through it. Which means it'd probably be perfect for Boxer.
But so is the cheesecake, a second bite arrives! Feeding him is actually kind of fun! Just don't ask her to explain why.]
I knew it. You were monsterkin all this time. A valkyrie of cheesecake...
[Not that Boxer fantasizes about Nariko being anything else than what she already is. Can't improve on perfection.]
You made a good call. This is exactly what I was craving.
[And to think she's got something even better hidden up her figurative sleeve. What, does she want to turn him into a writhing pile of tentacled horniness?
[Hey, if she was going to be a monsterkin, that'd be one badass fucking option! But Nariko, despite how much she worries about how Boxer feels about it, does enjoy being human.]
I like to think I know you pretty well, handsome.
[Well enough to let the chocolate do its thing! And if he gets particularly horny then he's got a very, very willing partner within his vicinity! What could be better than a hot lady and dessert? Nothing. Well, maybe like eating one off the other or something, but.]
[One of these days, Boxer will get around to expressing to her how much he cherishes her human-ness. He likes being in love with a human more than anything else--if he was given the chance to change her into anything, he'd pass.
Not to say that he'd turn down the offer to have her dress up as a cat- or bunnygirl, despite the slight implication of erotica minstrel in this society, but...petplay without the animal bits just isn't the same.
Besides, Nariko has more of a libido than any bunny monsterkin he's ever met. And that's saying something. Speaking of which...]
So you know what you're getting into, feeding me this...
[But the problem is that he's feeling so relaxed and lazy thanks to her awesome massage...and one wonders how he's going to make those two desires work out. It also means that Nariko eating her cheesecake off of him is the more likely scenario.]
[Maybe if she met one they'd make her an honorary bunny based on sex drive!
Either way, she laughs, and sneaks a kiss to the very edge of his lips.] I love you, Boxer, but I don't think I'm getting into anything just yet. You're as docile as a fat cat in the sun. A handsome cat.
[And while in truth he's about as harmless as, y'know, a one kraken machine, she kind of gets that duality going on there. It's nice to be that calm, but you still kind of want to go for it at the same time. It's probably better to let the former instinct win out, it's not as if she's going anywhere.]
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True, but who knows how long it'll take to get back to it...
[He never said the dirt couldn't be in a pot!]
No, no...I want whatever on their menu has the most, richest chocolate. Get the whole cake.
[Ignoring the fact that chocolate is a huge personal aphrodisiac for him...but come on. Rum and chocolate! He has a sweet tooth tonight.
And no, he's not planning to eat the whole cake in one sitting. But by the time he orders enough slices to get his fill, he might as well buy the whole thing and keep the rest for leftovers. Cost effectiveness.]
Because of your trip?
Also, wow @ these two. Chocolate and strawberry.]
I know exactly what to order, give me one second.
[And then she dials their number!! There's no ordering online, unfortunately.]
yeah, 1hr+ drive to closest service shop from current location
He nods and picks up his controller to play his game while she orders the food. The volume will be almost-muted while she talks, of course, and he comfortably folds his tentacles over her lap and legs like enveloping her in a toasty blanket.]
holy shit
Twenty minutes!
[It'll be midnight by then, but Boxer doesn't seem ready to sleep just yet and she's not ready for it either.]
LOL IT CAME BACK TO LIFE GG
[Well, if she wants to give him some proper moisturizer treatment, there's a big variety of bottles in the glass cabinet under the couch-side table that his rum lands on when his hands are too busy. All sorts of different scents and textures for her to choose from!
The selection also includes a few different lubes, too. You know, since she suggested it.
~Sex couch.~]
PRAISE
She leans over to said cabinet to grab ... Moisturizer for now, but the lube will come later. They've gone through quite a few moods and events tonight, so a little bit of sexual healing is certainly in order. But she very selfishly wants to enjoy the cheesecake first, which means that she can pull a few tentacles to the forefront, and after she spreads a generous amount into her palms and warms it up, it's time to feel up his parts!
Come to think of it, why didn't she bring over sexier pajamas? Or the big sleep shirt so that she wouldn't be wearing shorts. Oh well.]
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Ooh. Should I lay down?
[Honestly, he loves these PJ's too. They're real snug around her butt. So hot. The oversized tee is super hot too, though, especially when she doesn't wear a bra and the shirt drapes over her tits. Just. The. Right. Way.
...
He's apparently easy to please for a kinkster. Or maybe that's why he's easy to please. Hard to say.]
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The added benefit of lying out is that she'll probably get his 'hips' and his lower back, too, it'll turn into an all out massage, whereas just sitting will probably result in tentacles, and then his chest, as she's likely to turn around and get that, too. She's so damn short that she won't interrupt his view of the television!
They are incredibly snug bottoms! So snug that if one of the little friends tries to get in there it's going to be a little bit of a strain, but then that might not be much of a coincidence. Especially since her ass looks great in these shorts.
Hey, you've got to enjoy the little things just as much as the little ones! It helps maintain perspective.]
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But he'll help himself to pausing his game--massages are totally worth putting the controller down, and rolling onto his belly. Nariko's on her own nimble feet to avoid getting tossed, but at least he does it slowly.
In those shorts, he's more likely to rub on her from the outside...and force her to make a mess of them from the inside.]
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Getting her to cream her own shorts is definitely a way to get her pants off so he can get in them, and she wouldn't necessarily object.
Anyway, go ahead and play your game, Boxer, she's just gonna hum and kiss here and there.]
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probably relaxes for the first time ever since shit hit the fan. In fact, he reaches for his remote and changes it to a channel that plays soothing, harp and flute based music over the sounds of waves, waterfalls, or rain. Apparently it's a channel he has memorized, because he inputs it by number instead of the menu.]
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Back to massaging, though! She takes her time with it and when she feels that all appendages have received a proper amount of attention she goes lower, because the endless row of suckers underneath need attention, too! There's just, y'know, a lot, so she does tend to leave them for second just because she likes to get every inch, and he's a big guy, it takes time!
More than anything it's good to know that he's relaxing, he deserves that and a whole hell of a lot more. Especially after all he's been through, and everything he's listened to and done tonight. So is it really any surprise that once she's down far enough ... Well, he won't mind if her slicked up fingers just tease there a tiny bit, right? But only that.
Still waiting on that cheesecake.]
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But that's not between his suckers! Boxer bolts upward the second she touches near it.]
Woah!
[He looks back at her with a mildly exasperated smile.]
Hi.
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Sorry, sorry!
[Both hands come up!! And she really is apologetic, to be honest.] Back to the regularly scheduled touching.
[Which, since she really hadn't intended on starting anything, is very easy to do! That area goes unbothered as she continues to get into his little nooks and crannies, there are slight pauses when she has to put a little more on her hands, but that's about it.
Go back to relaxing, cuddlefish.]
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Naughty kitten, [he murmurs under his breath, juuuuust loud enough for her to hear it. Yeahh, go back to the massage and amuse yourself by how his suckers stretch out to allow her fingers more room to get in deeper between them.]
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[Since they're making it so easy she's even more thorough! She moves her fingers all long the sides, up into the curves and then the cups themselves, swirling her fingers over them and applying a very gentle pressure. A few of them get little kisses before she has to move on.
Fortunately or unfortunately she finishes up under the hood entirely, and has gone back to his tentacles when there's a gentle knock on his door.]
Break time! [For cheesecake!!!! Which means it's completely worth it. Excuse her while she exits the sex couch in order to get the food.]
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Mmnh.
[She's welcome to go to the door and pick up the cheesecake but if she wants him to get off the couch she's going to have to find some way to prod his blubber off of it.
Or she could just leave him there and spoon feed cheesecake into his fat face...]
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Such a happy cuddlefish. [It makes her so happy to see him relaxed after all the bullshit that's gone on.] Open up.
[They're on the same wavelength because she has every intention of feeding him.]
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[She's! Gonna! Do it! Boxer finds it in himself to get enough motivation to at least turn belly-up, moving his arm over so she has enough room to comfortably sit on the edge of the couch. He won't take his bite until she's settled, but when he does...]
Mmh! Are you an angel? 'Cause you're serving me a piece of heaven.
[Spoken with a lazy slur to his voice. It's never too late in a relationship for cheesy pick-up lines.]
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[In other words ... No, never too late for cheesy pick-up lines, especially when they make her laugh.] I figured you'd love it.
[The only other dessert she can think of that's even more chocolate stuffed than this one is in a restaurant near her apartment - it's a seven layer chocolate tower cake, and even Nariko can't quite get through it. Which means it'd probably be perfect for Boxer.
But so is the cheesecake, a second bite arrives! Feeding him is actually kind of fun! Just don't ask her to explain why.]
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[Not that Boxer fantasizes about Nariko being anything else than what she already is. Can't improve on perfection.]
You made a good call. This is exactly what I was craving.
[And to think she's got something even better hidden up her figurative sleeve. What, does she want to turn him into a writhing pile of tentacled horniness?
...Why even ask. Of course she does.]
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[Hey, if she was going to be a monsterkin, that'd be one badass fucking option! But Nariko, despite how much she worries about how Boxer feels about it, does enjoy being human.]
I like to think I know you pretty well, handsome.
[Well enough to let the chocolate do its thing! And if he gets particularly horny then he's got a very, very willing partner within his vicinity! What could be better than a hot lady and dessert? Nothing. Well, maybe like eating one off the other or something, but.]
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Not to say that he'd turn down the offer to have her dress up as a cat- or bunnygirl, despite the slight implication of erotica minstrel in this society, but...petplay without the animal bits just isn't the same.
Besides, Nariko has more of a libido than any bunny monsterkin he's ever met. And that's saying something. Speaking of which...]
So you know what you're getting into, feeding me this...
[But the problem is that he's feeling so relaxed and lazy thanks to her awesome massage...and one wonders how he's going to make those two desires work out. It also means that Nariko eating her cheesecake off of him is the more likely scenario.]
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Either way, she laughs, and sneaks a kiss to the very edge of his lips.] I love you, Boxer, but I don't think I'm getting into anything just yet. You're as docile as a fat cat in the sun. A handsome cat.
[And while in truth he's about as harmless as, y'know, a one kraken machine, she kind of gets that duality going on there. It's nice to be that calm, but you still kind of want to go for it at the same time. It's probably better to let the former instinct win out, it's not as if she's going anywhere.]
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[Om nom nom. A sunbath sounds awesome too, but it's too late to do something like that.]
Was hoping I could talk you into 'driving'.
[Docile, lazy ass.]
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