10-19-2017, 07:28 PM
“So why don’t YOU have a girlfriend, Gunthypoo?” The question was cooed with the slightest hint of delight. Why? Because the tentacle girl had one of her … appendages… speared right through Stein’s shoulder. This had become almost common practice.
After slurping down a mouthful of noodles, the hero sighed. “Lately, I guess I just seem unapproachable. Case and point,” he pointed his fork at the tentacle causing his left shoulder to go numb. “And to be honest, it’s getting to the point where women don’t see me anymore, they see just the Hero. Fame isn’t what it cut out to be.”
“Oh?” A dark brow rises. “Well you’ve got a heart of gold, Gunthy. I should know, I felt it earlier.” The tentacle girl winked playfully. They had been talking on and off for a solid hour now. The situation from before had been defused, and as it turns out... Stein had flawed her first attempt at villainy. She had introduced herself as Ursula, and she was a Chimera of sorts.
The hero grunted in response. “Chicks just find it kind of gross when you can literally yank out your own heart and give it to them, you know? I mean really, it’s weird.”
“I kinda like it. I always thought I’d end up alone too, but -- OooOOHH!”
“Oh god!” Stein’s bowl fell off his lap as the tentacled Ursula swiftly scooted the distance between them and wrapped all eighteen tentacles around his body in a vice like grip. It didn’t hurt, but… breathing was something that he liked to do. Not necessarily needed, but lax of oxygen left his lungs burning and his head spinning, like too much alcohol.
“I’m gonna stay here forever and EVER! I can play as rough as I want with you and you don’t die!” It took creating a Blink Shield to push the tentacles away long enough to breath. “Mmm, you know what? Ursula and Gunther, Tentacles and the Turtle… Crime fighting duo and… lovers…” Her brow wiggled suggestively, a tentacle strokes his jawline.
Stein laughs. “YOU want to be a hero? Not saying you don’t have the skills, but I’m not sure you fit the bill personality wise.” Ursula’s brow furrowed and she attempted to retort, but he shushed her with a finger over her lips. “You literally showed up to tentacle rape anyone you could find.”
Was she blushing? Her deep violet skin tainted a few shades darker. “Hey now… A girl can’t help when she’s ovulating, can she? Had I known someone like you existed…” Back to this topic. Ursula had explained earlier that her tentacles were extremely sensitive, both as pleasure and pain receptors and a means to gauge compatibility and power. This is exactly why she was here… Stein was compatible… and apparently registered as powerful. It also explains why one of the tentacles was still speared through his shoulder.
The Hero sighs. “So let me get this straight… You just get REALLY horny when you ovulate, so your first instinct is to stab people?”
“Nnnoooo! I stabbed you because I thought you were going to try and kill me. Totally self-defense!”
“It’s just a bonus that it felt good.” He countered, brow cocked.
“Well,” busted. “I mean, yes, that was a very delightful bonus…” She huffed, slowly withdrawing all but the embedded tentacle to herself. They wrap around her, flattening out till they could wrap around humanoid legs like a second layer of quivering, sleek black flesh. The one in Stein’s shoulder remains.
With a sigh, he began pointing out a few of the issues he had. “So, I was looking up things on Octopi reproduction… First thing I noticed, you’re probably a hermaphrodite, right? Female human bits, but I’m betting a few of these tentacles are like the octopus’ mating arm…” It would explain the reason they feel pleasure, considering they might have inherited some of their human counterpart’s physiology.
The hard tip yanked free of Stein’s arm to join the other tentacles and Ursula’s flush deepened. “I mean… I guess you could say that…” Nail on the head. “Is that a turn off?” It did not exactly turn him on, considering that meant she had just been shoulder-fucking him the whole time.
“Tell you what… You and me can grab a coffee in the morning… and see where it goes. You can sleep in my bed, I’ll take the couch.” Why not give it a try?
A wicked smirk played across Ursula’s violet lips. “Or… We could share the bed, and I can properly apologize for poking you so many times.” She leans in again, this time just to rest her head on his shoulder, milky eyes peering up at him. “I could let you poke me instead…”
The Hero knew he should deny, for the sake of modesty… but hell, why not? “You know what? … That sounds pretty hot… Fair warning, you’re not the only one with a kinky mind.” She giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck. He wiggles an arm beneath her, lifts, and carries her to the bedroom. As the wound in his shoulder sealed, he planned to get her back for the countless holes she’d made in his body that day…
2PM the next day.
The sun shining in on Steins face finally woke him up. No alarms rang, which meant no danger had been sighted nearby, and he had forgotten to set his wake up alarm. No doubt because of Ursula keeping him distracted. A smirk formed as he reached across the bed to wake her as well. As he felt nothing but emptiness his eyes opened and he sat upright.
Ursula was gone and upon the nightstand laid a note. Of course… He should have expected this.
“Dear Gunthy!
Thanks for such a lovely time, I honestly never expected my first ovulation to be so exhilarating! I’ll make sure in five or six years to send the squidlings your way for father’s day! Don’t worry, I’ll teach them all about people like you, and the porn industry.
Thanks for being my hero!
Ursula”
He just groaned. He may have subverted a crisis decades before it happened, what with a dozen, if not a dozen-dozen of “squidlings” seeking out mates… but that did not really make him feel any better. It just meant another failed romance.
After slurping down a mouthful of noodles, the hero sighed. “Lately, I guess I just seem unapproachable. Case and point,” he pointed his fork at the tentacle causing his left shoulder to go numb. “And to be honest, it’s getting to the point where women don’t see me anymore, they see just the Hero. Fame isn’t what it cut out to be.”
“Oh?” A dark brow rises. “Well you’ve got a heart of gold, Gunthy. I should know, I felt it earlier.” The tentacle girl winked playfully. They had been talking on and off for a solid hour now. The situation from before had been defused, and as it turns out... Stein had flawed her first attempt at villainy. She had introduced herself as Ursula, and she was a Chimera of sorts.
The hero grunted in response. “Chicks just find it kind of gross when you can literally yank out your own heart and give it to them, you know? I mean really, it’s weird.”
“I kinda like it. I always thought I’d end up alone too, but -- OooOOHH!”
“Oh god!” Stein’s bowl fell off his lap as the tentacled Ursula swiftly scooted the distance between them and wrapped all eighteen tentacles around his body in a vice like grip. It didn’t hurt, but… breathing was something that he liked to do. Not necessarily needed, but lax of oxygen left his lungs burning and his head spinning, like too much alcohol.
“I’m gonna stay here forever and EVER! I can play as rough as I want with you and you don’t die!” It took creating a Blink Shield to push the tentacles away long enough to breath. “Mmm, you know what? Ursula and Gunther, Tentacles and the Turtle… Crime fighting duo and… lovers…” Her brow wiggled suggestively, a tentacle strokes his jawline.
Stein laughs. “YOU want to be a hero? Not saying you don’t have the skills, but I’m not sure you fit the bill personality wise.” Ursula’s brow furrowed and she attempted to retort, but he shushed her with a finger over her lips. “You literally showed up to tentacle rape anyone you could find.”
Was she blushing? Her deep violet skin tainted a few shades darker. “Hey now… A girl can’t help when she’s ovulating, can she? Had I known someone like you existed…” Back to this topic. Ursula had explained earlier that her tentacles were extremely sensitive, both as pleasure and pain receptors and a means to gauge compatibility and power. This is exactly why she was here… Stein was compatible… and apparently registered as powerful. It also explains why one of the tentacles was still speared through his shoulder.
The Hero sighs. “So let me get this straight… You just get REALLY horny when you ovulate, so your first instinct is to stab people?”
“Nnnoooo! I stabbed you because I thought you were going to try and kill me. Totally self-defense!”
“It’s just a bonus that it felt good.” He countered, brow cocked.
“Well,” busted. “I mean, yes, that was a very delightful bonus…” She huffed, slowly withdrawing all but the embedded tentacle to herself. They wrap around her, flattening out till they could wrap around humanoid legs like a second layer of quivering, sleek black flesh. The one in Stein’s shoulder remains.
With a sigh, he began pointing out a few of the issues he had. “So, I was looking up things on Octopi reproduction… First thing I noticed, you’re probably a hermaphrodite, right? Female human bits, but I’m betting a few of these tentacles are like the octopus’ mating arm…” It would explain the reason they feel pleasure, considering they might have inherited some of their human counterpart’s physiology.
The hard tip yanked free of Stein’s arm to join the other tentacles and Ursula’s flush deepened. “I mean… I guess you could say that…” Nail on the head. “Is that a turn off?” It did not exactly turn him on, considering that meant she had just been shoulder-fucking him the whole time.
“Tell you what… You and me can grab a coffee in the morning… and see where it goes. You can sleep in my bed, I’ll take the couch.” Why not give it a try?
A wicked smirk played across Ursula’s violet lips. “Or… We could share the bed, and I can properly apologize for poking you so many times.” She leans in again, this time just to rest her head on his shoulder, milky eyes peering up at him. “I could let you poke me instead…”
The Hero knew he should deny, for the sake of modesty… but hell, why not? “You know what? … That sounds pretty hot… Fair warning, you’re not the only one with a kinky mind.” She giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck. He wiggles an arm beneath her, lifts, and carries her to the bedroom. As the wound in his shoulder sealed, he planned to get her back for the countless holes she’d made in his body that day…
2PM the next day.
The sun shining in on Steins face finally woke him up. No alarms rang, which meant no danger had been sighted nearby, and he had forgotten to set his wake up alarm. No doubt because of Ursula keeping him distracted. A smirk formed as he reached across the bed to wake her as well. As he felt nothing but emptiness his eyes opened and he sat upright.
Ursula was gone and upon the nightstand laid a note. Of course… He should have expected this.
“Dear Gunthy!
Thanks for such a lovely time, I honestly never expected my first ovulation to be so exhilarating! I’ll make sure in five or six years to send the squidlings your way for father’s day! Don’t worry, I’ll teach them all about people like you, and the porn industry.
Thanks for being my hero!
Ursula”
He just groaned. He may have subverted a crisis decades before it happened, what with a dozen, if not a dozen-dozen of “squidlings” seeking out mates… but that did not really make him feel any better. It just meant another failed romance.