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Summer had a steady hold over the Naval Base; the sweltering heat that languished over much of the land relieved by the cool sea breeze, leaving the air just cool enough to be relaxing but warm enough to make walking around in a thin shirt – or even less – pleasant.

Arizona wouldn't know, as she was currently hidden away within the confines of Akashi's workshop, getting her rigging fixed after an overzealous spar against Ise. The Battleship didn't hold it against her Sakura counterpart naturally; she understood it was just overexcitement that caused one of her turrets to be smashed by Ise's naginata. Small mercies Ise hadn't hit her directly, otherwise Penny might have blown her top.

Though last she saw of the two, Ise was chuckling sheepishly and backing away from a smiling Penny, so perhaps the wolf-girl had already met her end.

''Haah...'' Arizona sighed at the thought. She made a mental note to bring some chocolates over to Ise as an apology for whatever Penny did. ''How much longer, Akashi?''

''Nyat long.'' The cat-girl responded, whacking her rigging turret with a wrench. ''Hm... she cut through a lot of the machinery... how she missed the ammo though, nya...''

''Guess I'm a little lucky today.'' Arizona just smiled lightly.

Akashi hummed ambivalently, hopping off the stool she was stood on. ''Hn. Either way I'll have to go down to the docks to get some spare parts, nya.''

''Um, I could come with-''

''Nyo!'' The cat-girl immediately shut down. ''I can't leave my store unattended, nya!''

''Oh, um, okay...'' Arizona was a little surprised at how fast Akashi retorted.

The cat in question huffed, meandering over to one of her work tables and rummaging around – soon pulling out a key card and throwing it over at her. ''Take this and wait in the other room. Don't touch anything and make sure nobody else enters, got it?''

Arizona looked at the simple white key-card dubiously. ''Okay... what's in the room?''

''Something I'm working on.'' The cat-girl dismissively waved. ''Just don't touch anything.''

Arizona opened her mouth to speak but Akashi was already on her way out, muttering a list of things to grab before pressing the handprint scanner next to the entrance, the door opening with a sharp hiss and allowing Akashi to depart, the door thudding shut behind her.

Without the cat-girl's presence Arizona found herself squirming slightly, looking around. Akashi's workshop was far from pleasant, with greyish walls and tables full of mechanical objects, tools, and electrical outlets. Cables hung from the ceiling and wove through the walls in makeshift holes, only the bare-minimum safety precautions taken to stop everything from catching ablaze from a single stray spark.

Doing as asked Arizona shuffled past the tables, de-summoning her rigging in the process and shyly glancing about, unnerved by the darkness. A metal door laid at the other end of the room, beeping open with a swipe of her key card and revealing the wide room beyond, clearly a renovated storage room of some kind. The walls were the same dull hue and the concrete floor made her heels click with each step, but it was the middle of the room that drew Arizona's gaze the most.

''Huh...?''

A platform. Or of a sorts, at least. The platform raised just a mere foot above the rest of the floor, made entirely of metal and with a strangely-unthreatening metal box in the middle. With a single bright light overhead it illuminated the mysterious container perfectly, some spare tools left around near it. And even though she was told not to touch anything... Arizona was nothing if not curious.

''What... is that...?'' The Battleship crept closer, curious as she climbed onto the platform, her heels clanking against the metal.

The metal box looked so simple, so elegantly plain that she couldn't begin to fathom what dangers might be within it. Thus, with only a slight ounce of hesitation Arizona reached out and touched it.

It felt surprisingly warm beneath her fingers.

''Huh... maybe it's a heater of some k- ind?!''

A shriek of surprise escaped Arizona as the lid of the box burst open, unleashing a squirming, squelching tirade of dark green tentacles. They surged out, flailing wildly under the bright light – and one latched onto Arizona, curling around her left arm with the speed of a snapped whip. Naturally the Battleship panicked, stumbling back, but the box was welded to the platform and the tentacle's grip was shockingly firm, refusing to let her go.

Instead they pulled her forwards. The sudden strength made Arizona stumble forth, a panicked scream escaping the black-haired Battleship as she fell onto the roiling tide of wet, sticky tentacles, their lengths sliding over her flesh and clothes. Arizona fought them, struggling, but she couldn't find anything to grab onto. In contrast the tentacles quite easily found something to grab onto themselves; tentacles curling around her other arm and both her legs, raising her up into the air even as others slithering around her stomach and up her back.

''A-Ah, w-what is- eep!'' Arizona's panicked words cut off into a short, startled squeak, her eyes wide as she felt one tentacle prod her breasts. ''W-What are you doing?!''

The dark green tentacle naturally didn't reply, instead slithering over the top of her breasts and over her collarbone, teasing her neck as it slid past it. A surprised groan escaped Arizona however as she felt more tentacles slither up her legs, said limbs stuck no matter how hard she tried to kick them; barely able to bend her knees and wriggle in the air, the squirming mass of tentacles beneath her.

''A-Ahh... no, what are you doing...?'' Arizona whimpered – feeling more than seeing the tentacles crawl over her body, one slithering up to her chest; and a cute gasp fled her lips as the tentacle slithered between her cleavage.

The feeling was a strange one, sending shivers through Arizona's body as the sticky tentacle wiggled and squirmed between her boobs, coaxing a confused moan out of Arizona. Her lips pursed together a moment later when the tentacle curled down under her breast, slowly tightening around her tit and almost squeezing it. The other tentacles weren't idle either, the one on her collarbone curving around from behind and slithering over her mouth, the tentacle's surface cool against her pursed lips.

And her eyes widened as she felt a tentacle snake up her skirt. She gasped, kicking her legs stronger, but the sticky tentacle travelled up her inner-thigh all the same – soon pressing against her underwear. Just feeling it press against her most delicate place made her shudder, whimpering as the tentacle pushed and squirmed, almost seemed to rub her off. The other tentacles too crept up her legs, one snaking into her shirt as well, fighting the other one to fit in her cleavage, pushing her boobs apart with their combined size.

''Ah, no... stop...'' Arizona whimpered. ''Why are- Mmph?!''

A muffled yelp escaped the Battleship as the tentacle covering her mouth suddenly turned, pushing into her mouth. The suddenness of the intrusion rendered her helpless to resist it, feeling it slither over her tongue and teeth, smearing its sticky fluid where it went and making her cringe at the salty taste of it, but when she feebly bit down she found it squishy like gel; too thick for her to bite through.

At the same time the tentacle rubbing her panty-clad pussy was joined by a second and third tentacle, all three sticky appendages pushing and rubbing in unison in long strokes. She gasped at the feeling, buckling her knees inwards and curling her toes, but the tentacles wrapped around her legs kept they open – leaving her at its mercy, their wet lengths rubbing with slow but forceful strokes.

Until one of them managed to get around her underwear, squirming under the edge of her panties and pushing it aside, sliding over her pussy lips.

''Mmph!'' Arizona shook her head in alarm, moaning at the weirdly-good sensation – the sound muffled by the tentacle that pushed itself into her throat.

Said tentacle greedily went deeper. It slid down her throat, choking her, before squirming around in a slight circle, burying itself further down her throat. She convulsed, her torso lurching and her head shaking, futilely struggling as the tentacle worked its way down her throat – before it reared back, and then plunged down again, molesting her throat.

'Ah... they're touching me there...' Arizona thought with a shiver, her folds spread slightly as the tentacle slithered over them – and her eyes widened as one changed its angle, and found its way into her womanhood. 'Oh god...!'

It slid in easily, the slight slickness coating the tentacle allowing it to pry her walls apart and wriggle into her pussy. It slithered in deeper, stretching her apart until at last it touched her cervix, pushing and rubbing its slippery length against her innermost parts, the lack of pain from its penetration leaving Arizona groaning in confused pleasure, her pussy squeezing the squishy tentacle.

And then a second tentacle pushed in. It slid in under the first one, stretching her inner walls apart more to accommodate its slick length, the two tentacle thrusting and squirming within her - coaxing out muffled moans from Arizona, her head lolling back. The tentacle in her mouth took the chance to thrust faster, her throat muscles clenching around it as it slithered and squirmed about.

''Ah... guh... guh... no...'' Arizona slurred around the tentacle in her throat, tasting her own saliva on it as it pistoned down her throat. ''Oh guhd...''

Arizona buckled as the tentacles in her cleavage squirmed about more, her tight-fitting bra straining as her boobs were pushed and nudged about by the two probing tentacles. One continued to heft her breast about within the cup whilst the other went down and sneaked out from under her bra, working its way down her belly and slithering over her belly button, coaxing a confused moan out of Arizona, the sensation pleasurable to the point her resistance waned.

Her attention however went between her legs against a third tentacle probed her folds, making her tense up, eyes widening – and Arizona jerked as the tentacle somehow managed to wriggle its way into her sex. It pushed against the other two tentacles in her pussy, corkscrewing around them and binding the three tentacles together into one big mass that squirmed and pumped into her womanhood, the ticklish tips rubbing and prodding her cervix.

''Agh... ugh... guh...'' Arizona slurred around the tentacle in her mouth, her eyelashes fluttering. ''Oh... Aka... shi... help... me...''

Akashi wasn't there however; leaving her at the mercy of the tentacles assaulting her. The three within her began thrusting faster, stretching her walls and battering her cervix with their slippery lengths, the tip of the tentacles rounded and bulbous. Had she been in the right mind she would've noticed the fluid the tentacles secreted, the substance cool against her cervix and loosening her inner muscles up.

Something that soon allowed the corkscrewing tentacle to prod her cervix, and then slither in.

''Mmph!'' Arizona arched her back involuntarily, pleasure written across her wide-eyed visage as the tentacle entered her womb.

It squirmed about, prodding and exploring her innermost depths – before it was joined by the second tentacle that also invited itself into her womb. The third one struggled to get in, her cervix unable to dilate any further; yet with some force it managed to squeeze itself into her, all three tentacles tangling over each other within her womb, smearing more relaxing fluid against her tight depths and pushing in even deeper.

''Ah... ahh.... ahh...!'' Arizona's legs spasmed and twitched within their bindings, her legs unconsciously spread apart to allow the tentacles into her easier; wet squelching sounds escaping her sex as they had their way with her.

The tentacle in her mouth moved faster too, pumping in-and-out and causing Arizona to gag lightly, choking on the slippery appendage. At the same time the Battleship felt more tentacles tease her thighs, and her pupils dilated as one slithered between her cheeks, sliding over her asshole before moving back down, aiming – and then pushing in, worming its way into her ass.

''Mmph!'' The double-penetration was almost too much for Arizona, her legs spasming and her head shaking in blind desperation, unfamiliar with the hot sensations simmering up her lithe body.

The tentacles however had only one purpose, a purpose that Arizona found herself becoming acquainted with as they hammered her womb and plunged into her tight ass – a shrill, muffled squeal escaping her when a second tentacle corkscrewed around the first, two tentacles burying themselves in her asshole for a total of seven tentacles in her pussy, mouth and ass.

''Guh... gaah...'' Arizona slurred, eyelashes fluttering. ''Too... much...''

The tentacles didn't seem to think so and eagerly continued to violate her, pumping into her and scraping her inner walls with their slick lengths. They moved faster, squelching into her holes and smearing their stickiness over her breasts, the tips pulsing dangerously.

Until then at last, the tentacles came. Thick dollops of greyish cum flooded her womb, all three tentacles shooting their sticky mess into her, possibly impregnating her. Cum filled her ass as the other two corkscrewed tentacles throbbed and pulsed in her rear, whilst her throat summarily found itself getting clogged with sticky spurts of grey cum, forcing Arizona to hastily swallow it between laboured gasps and gags. The tentacles between her breasts came also, spurting streams of cum over, between and beneath her breasts, so much shooting out that much of it filled her bra cups and dribbled down her stomach – the tentacle currently rubbing her stomach spraying its cum down her front, soaking her clothes.

As did the surrounding tentacles. Literal gushes of cum sprayed over her face, splattering grey cum across her cheeks and brow, her collar and breasts, her legs and even her feet. Arizona noticed none of it, convulsing as she rode out her own orgasm, the overwhelming amount of hot cum pushing her over the edge and nearly breaking her mind with the unwanted pleasure.

Nearly a full minute passed before the tentacles ceased, the sprays of cum slowing – and then at last the tentacles unhanded Arizona, dropping the Battleship down onto the metal platform with a dull groan. Unheeding of the sound the tentacles slithered back down into the box they came from, leaving just one outside to reach up and grasp the lid, pulling it down and politely sealing themselves away, giving a little wave with the tip of one tentacle.

Arizona noticed none of it; sitting in a puddle of grey cum with matching grey seed spilling from her pussy and ass, her clothes soaked through. ''Ohh...''

Akashi would return ten minutes later, bewildered and startled... not solely because of her state, but of the request Arizona made to her.

''Can you make one for me, please?''

[END]

Chapter Text

''So... this is the thing?''

''Mm! He lives inside the box from what Akashi told me, something about liking snug spaces. Kind of like a cat, hehe~''

Ise hummed curiously, leading Arizona into her bedroom, Hyuuga having gone out with Zuikaku and Shoukaku drinking. Unbothered by the quiet Ise sat down on her futon and eyed Arizona's mysterious box curiously, watching as the Eagle Union woman sat it down on the bed next to her. It looked remarkably... well, unremarkable. Despite that the eagerness on Arizona's face told her that this wasn't a prank of some kind, easing any such worries, not that she doubted Arizona given how honest she was.

It was just a couple days since the little accident during the spar. Naturally she was quite surprised when the timid Battleship caught up with her after dinner and offered to make amends, no hard feelings and all, and even though Ise was the one at fault Arizona insisted on giving her a... 'gift', of sorts. One that could help her relax after going through so many missions lately and to ease the stress of having to deal with an evil-eye-giving Pennsylvania.

Arizona leaned down, giggling and kissing the top of the box. ''Be gentle with Ise, okay~?''

The Battleship looked up at her. ''He might be a bit rough, but he won't harm you.''

''Got it. And uh... thanks, Arizona.'' Ise sheepishly thanked the other woman. Getting offered a sentient sex toy wasn't exactly the gift she expected, but if Arizona's words were honest, she was in for a night to remember.

Bidding her goodbye Arizona left the room, her footsteps disappearing down the hall. Ise waited until her footsteps were out of earshot before turning her attention onto the box, then down at herself – before with an embarrassed sort of chuckle she unbuckled the metal band just under her bust, loosening her white kimono top a bit. She removed her armour and the ties around her shoulders, causing her kimono top to flutter open, the sarashi underneath pushing her breasts together and emphasising her cleavage.

''Hey, you in there?'' Ise poked the box. ''Do you uh... speak? Understand language?''

As if in response the lid of the box lifted open – and multiple dark green tentacles slithered out. The roiling mass of tentacles within the box were slower to creep out but Ise's surprised gaze was on the three tentacles that slithered over to her, touching her exposed belly. She shivered at the feeling, eyes half-lidded as they slithered over her belly and up her front-

-before in a rush one slithered up under her sarashi, eliciting a gasp from Ise as it went between her plump breasts and wiggled up out between them, pushing its slightly-sticky length against both of her boobs. It slithered further up, stroking her chin before sliding over it and up to her lips, prodding her lips with the rounded tip. It poked and prodded her lips several times before it occurred to Ise what the tentacle was trying to do, and thus with some hesitation she parted her lips, letting the tentacle slither inside.

''Mmph...'' Ise shuddered as it went over her tongue, pushing around and exploring her mouth.

The other two tentacles weren't idle either, something Ise realised as they also crept up under her sarashi. The combined girth of all three tentacles was uncomfortable, pushing her breasts apart – before they then pushed against her sarashi, earning a muffled gasp from Ise as they tore through it, sending ribbons of white cloth falling to the floor around her and leaving her breasts bare.

''Mm?!'' The two tentacles didn't hesitate, lunging up and curling around one of her breasts each, squeezing them tight. ''H-Haah!''

Their grip was rough and tight, squishing her boobs and hefting them about. One tentacle lifted her left tit and the other one tugged it slightly to the side, molesting her breasts in ways that left Ise groaning – the sound muffled by the tentacle currently exploring her mouth, the bulbous tip soon pushing against the back of her throat, causing her to reflexively gag.

The tentacle solved that by plunging down her throat. Ise choked briefly on it, her throat convulsing around the slick tentacle that pushed itself down it, pumping back-and-forth – fucking her throat. She tried to swallow the spit it in her mouth but the tentacle didn't stop thrusting, causing it to get slick with her spit as it worked her throat; but Ise's attention was fast leaving the tentacle fucking her mouth, and to the new tentacle that sneaked between her slightly-spread knees and went up her skirt.

''Mm!'' Ise shivered as it touched her panty-clad pussy, rubbing against her clothed entrance.

The pleasure that came with it soon elicited a muffled moan from Ise, her tail waggling with arousal – another moan soon tumbling up out of Ise's stuffed throat when the tentacles pushed her boobs together. The tentacles released her breasts a moment later, eliciting a soft grunt from Ise as they were left to bounce for a moment. Her attention however went to the twin tentacles and they slithered upwards, past her forehead and to her wolf ears.

And then pushed against her ears. Ise couldn't hope to contain the moan of pure bliss that escaped her, shudders travelling down her spine as the two tentacles played with her ears – pushing against them, pressing down on them, rubbing just behind them, it felt downright heavenly and melted her mind into delightfully putty. Even when the tentacle between her legs wriggled its way around her underwear and started rubbing her sex she couldn't begin to care; all her concerns melting away in a daze of pleasant ear-rubbing.

Though she was nudged back to reality by the tentacle finally inserting itself into her; pushing past her folds and wriggling inside. The discomfort was only slight, though was fast to fade as the pleasant ear-rubbing took her mind off of it – and to Ise's embarrassed she realised she was already wet. Perhaps because of that the tentacle eagerly pushed itself into her, wriggling about and coaxing a wet grunt out of Ise, her inner walls clamping around the squirming tendril within her.

''Mmph... guh... hah...'' The Battleship slurred around it, her eyes widening in slight surprise when it was joined by a second tentacle, one that nudged and pushed just underneath the first – before it took managed to wriggle into her sex. ''Ohh...''

The combination of both tentacles made for a very thick combined girth, stretching her walls and making Ise arch her back, moaning. Seeing no reason to resist sat back on her ass and put her arms behind herself, leaning back into a more comfortable position as the two tentacles fucked her; pushing and squirming around her clenching insides whilst two others played with her ears, and another pleased itself with her throat.

Ise responded to the latter by raising her hand, grabbing the tentacle in her mouth – and started to stroke it like it was a dick. Judging by the way the tentacle twitched it enjoyed it, bringing a lazy smirk to Ise's lips as she continued jerking the tentacle off, her other hand going down and teasing her clit - two delicate fingers rubbing circles around the little nub, coaxing no small numbers of muffled groans out of Ise.

''Guh... ghk~'' She groaned, sucking on the tentacle as best she could. ''Guhd...''

As if in response the two tentacles within her pussy began to thrust more, pumping their slick, sticky lengths into her and pushing against her cervix, battering against it like a fleshy ram. The feeling alone made her toes curl, her tail standing on end as the tentacles rubbed against her deepest parts – and a choked groan of bliss escaped Ise as the tentacles then corkscrewed around each other, forming ridges and bumps that rubbed against her smothering wet walls, heightening her pleasure.

Then she felt a tentacle slither around behind her – and Ise squeaked girlishly as it curled around her tail, squeezing it. It held onto her tail firmly but gently, curling further around it and slithering up her tail more; the hypersensitive nerves within her tail sending a rush of pure sensation down and up into her spine, making Ise reflexively arch her back, emphasising her plump breasts to the tentacle onslaught.

Tentacles that then went for her breasts – two new tentacles lunging out, their heads tampering off into a cone-like shape rather than a bulbous tip. The reason why became obvious as the cone tentacle opened up like a flower, revealing a mouthful of tiny squirming tentacles and a small mouth. And then without missing a beat the tentacles lunged for her breasts and attached themselves to her nipples, sucking on them and tickling them with thousands of tiny tentacles.

''Mmph~!'' Ise seized up from the intense feeling. ''O-Ohh fuck!''

The tentacles in her pussy pumped into her faster all of a sudden, pushing back against the wet walls that clamped down around them. The intensity made her stomach lift up and her knees to buckle inwards – only for two more tentacles to arrive and curl around her knees, forcibly spreading her legs open and giving the tentacles unhindered access to her quivering, tightening sex, her walls spread apart as the tentacle pistoned into her with wet squelches.

Ise couldn't handle it. The buzzing warmth on her head, the thick shaft in her throat, the sucking mouths on her breasts and the tentacles fucking her pussy raw, not to mention the one teasing her tail - all of it was becoming too much. Sensations overwhelmed and overloaded her, a knot forming within her stomach; one that rapidly grew tighter and tighter, her toes curling and eyes screwing shut as she was relentless molested.

Until at last she found release. ''Mmph~!''

With a muffled cry Ise orgasmed – hard. She convulsed, shoulders curling inwards and head jerking itself back, nearly collapsing onto her back as she came so powerfully; squirting around the two tentacles fucking her. As if in response all the of the tentacles binding her throbbed, suddenly quivering and convulsing... before they too came in response to her own orgasm.

Cum shot down her throat in thick, salty ropes - before the tentacle withdrew itself from her mouth, spewing its grey cum all over Ise's face, hitting everything from her slim cheek to her pinkish lips to her forehead to her chin, some of it missing and landing down on her breasts. The tentacle holding her tail spewed cum across her fur whilst the ones binding her knees sprayed it blindly, some of it landing on her thighs and stomach whilst some of it just made a mess on the bed under her, in contrast to the ones playing with her ears that angled up at the last moment, shooting their cum right onto her head and getting it in her hair.

All of that was secondary to the cum that absolutely flooded her sex; thick, gushing ropes shooting into her womanhood and making a sticky mess between her walls - the sensation heightened several times over when one tentacle pushed right up against her cervix, pumping its greyish load right into her womb, making sure she could feels its lewd heat spurt within her birth canal.

All whilst she orgasmed herself, her spasms gradually slowing until she shuddered to a stop, moaning stupidly. She tasted cum on her lips and licked them clean, swallowing the rather tasteless seed, only the faintest bitterness to it. Dimly she wondered if Akashi could change the taste as needed. She wouldn't mind swallowing sake-flavoured cum.

''Mn...'' Ise shivered as the tentacles withdrew from her pussy, her lower lips wet as they slithered out - their departure preluding the slow trickle of grey cum that oozed out of her womanhood. ''Hah, man... that felt good...''

The wolf-girl looked down at herself, blushing a little when she saw how utterly covered in cum she was; quite literally head to toe. Still she couldn't bring herself to mind, her mind and body still abuzz with tingling bliss, her skin afire in the best way possible and her pussy quivering from the attention it got, her clit in particular nearly sore with how good it had felt.

However... she was still kinda in the mood for more.

Thus with a low groan Ise sat up on her knees, her thighs weak and trembling slightly under her own weight. The tentacles all backed off, hovering just above the box – the ones on her breasts the last to leave, popping off and leaving her shivering. Ise didn't stop them however, instead turning around and bending herself over, head down against her pillow and her ass up in the air, yanking her skirt down and kicking it off alongside her panties, leaving her bottomless before the mass of tentacles.

''C'mon.'' Ise purred, wiggling her butt. ''Do it again.''

The tentacles obliged. Ise didn't have to wait more than a few seconds before a tentacle slithered up behind her, pushed against her folds – and then plunged right into her. The new angle it went in at made Ise gasp, her gasp swiftly melting down into a hot moan as her nerves were ignited in the best way possible, pleasure rushing up her stomach. Still sensitive from her orgasm just having one tentacle in her was mind-melting, but she knew it was far from the last.

A fact confirmed when a second tentacle pushed just above the first, and wriggled its way into her pussy, stretching her quivering walls – and Ise tensed up and gasped as a third tentacle suddenly rammed itself into her pussy. All three tentacles pushed and squirmed around her vagina, stretching her walls apart with their combined girths and starting to thrust right off the back, stirring up the grey cum still within her.

And because of how thick all three tentacles were there was little room for the cum still inside her. Wet squelches and squishes escaped her pussy as the cum was forcibly pushed out, oozing down her inner-thighs or dripping down between her legs, eliciting a low moan from Ise as she was stuffed so utterly by the trio of tentacles.

''Mm?'' Ise's tail twitched to attention as she felt a tentacle near it... only for it to go lower, and prod her asshole. ''Ah, wai- kya!''

Ise let out a girlish squeak as the tentacle pushed into her asshole, squirming around slightly before pushing itself in deeper. The cum that covered its length made it slightly slick and eased it into her ass that little bit easier, pushing and throbbing back against her walls as it worked its way deeper and deeper.

''O-Ohh god~'' Ise's moan was a stuttering one, her body jerking forwards slightly each time the trio of tentacle in her pussy hit her deepest parts. ''Can ya... go up through my stomach or somethin'? That'd be... kinda hot...''

As if to answer that question the tentacle in her ass went deeper... and then deeper still. Even with the three tentacles making a mess of her pussy Ise could feel the tentacle worming its way deeper into her ass, squirming around - before it eventually reached her stomach. The feeling was a weird one but not one she was entirely against, the butterflies in her stomach stirred about as the tentacle wiggled up her belly and went up her throat, causing her to rasp into the pillow, feeling it climb further.

'Oh god it's actually doing it...' Ise thought, shuddering. It felt so wrong, so lewd, so utterly... utterly hot she couldn't help but go along with it.

And soon she felt the tentacle push up her throat. She gagged a little, gripping the sheets, before soon it went over her tongue and the wolf-girl was forced to open her mouth – shivering as she watched the dark green tentacle slither out past her lips, raising up and curling around so the bulbous tip was looking her in the eye. She tried to chuckle but it came out gargled, soon melting into a sloppy groan as the tentacle started to see-saw back-and-forth, pistoning not just into her ass, but into her stomach and throat as well; all whilst the three tentacles in her pussy continued thrusting in-and-out, her walls growing almost numb from the constant friction rubbing against them.

''Guh... ghk... guhh... Mmph...'' Ise slurred around the tentacle – and then let out an explosive moan when a new tentacle came up, stroking her clit; causing her to raise her ass higher, begging for it.

The cone-shaped tentacle opened its flowery head – and Ise cried out around the tentacle as the flower tentacle attached itself to her clit, sucking on it. The pleasure was borderline indescribable; jolts of hot warmth racing through her pelvis and up her spine, moans tumbling out of her ceaselessly as the thousands of tiny tentacles toyed with her sensitive bundle of nerves; tickling, pushing, stroking, probing in ways that no human ever could.

''Mm! M-Mmph~!'' She shook her hips and rocked them as if trying to encourage the tentacles.

It must've worked, as they all started to thrust into her more vigorously. Wet squelches became louder, cum squirting out of her sex a little as it was so violently displaced by the trio in her pussy. The one going all the way through her on the other hand went down, slithering around her right breast and constricting it, allowing its bulbous head to push and poke at her other nipple, teasing her relentlessly.

It was too much. Her clit, her throat, her mouth, her stomach, her asshole, her pussy – all of it was stimulated with cock rubs and strokes and thrusts, giving her no time to relax or catch her breath; under a constant attack in spots that only the tentacles would ever be able to reach. Thus Ise submitted to them, moaning throatily as she was so utterly molested by the tentacles, her wet pussy squeezing them tight and her asshole clenching like a vice, all of her muscles tensing up as if a coiled spring.

Until at last that spring came loose, and Ise came a second time. ''MMPH~!''

Her orgasm was just as intense as the first – if not more so. She lost her mind momentarily, unable to think as she rode out her high, convulsing and tightening around the tentacles. She barely regained the ability to think in time to feel the tentacles themselves cum; intimately feeling even more grey cum splatter and gush into her womanhood, filling her womb or gushing out around the trio of tentacles, dripping down onto her futon with wet splats.

The one teasing her clit shot its load over her pussy and pelvis, spraying it in thick ropes that ultimately dripped down or dribbled further down her stomach, reaching her already-messy breasts. The one in her ass however took longer to cum; several slight bulges travelling all the way up through her ass, stomach, and throat – before the tentacle aimed at her face and sprayed its grey cum load all over her face for a second time, drenching her with it and causing some to go back into her mouth.

''Ugh...'' Ise shuddered in unadulterated pleasure, eyes half-lidded and body trembling, overwhelmed.

The tentacles mercifully retreated, the trio slipping out of her sloppy pussy and allowing a thick amount of cum to seep out, forming a puddle beneath her raised waist. The one in her ass took more time to leave; snaking back down her throat, through her stomach and then at least out her asshole, leaving her insides feeling all tingling, remembering what it felt like.

And then without prompting, almost as if they sensed she was satisfied, the tentacles all retreated back into the magic box they came from, one waiting long enough to give a gesture almost like a salute, before they politely shut the lid of the box over them, disappearing within.

''Guhh...'' Ise slurred into her pillow, twitching, and utterly drenched in cum. ''S-Sho good...''

It was nothing short of a miracle that she cleaned up both herself and her bed before Hyuuga's return.

And safe to say, Ise was more than de-stressed.

[END]

Chapter Text

''Hmph... so you contain the... tentacles, do you now?''

Brooklyn murmured the words as she stepped into her personal quarters, shutting the door behind her with an elbow before balancing the heavy box on one arm, using her now-free limb to lock the door shut with her key. Of all things to expect when she complained to Arizona about being wound up from work, the last thing she expected was for the demure Battleship to cheerily lean in and suggest using her 'friend'. A friend who, apparently, turned out to be a literal box of tentacles the Battleship used to get off with.

Quite bizarre coming from Arizona of all people, but a nearby Ise had attested to its usefulness, and judging by how she started to shiver in memory of it, it was apparently quite the memorable experience. Thus, Brooklyn opted to agree to try it out. No harm in it, after all.

Shaking her head Brooklyn dismissed the thought, leaving her key in the lock as she meandered over to her bed, about to set the carried box down.

Only to pause just before that, chancing a look at her bathroom door. ''Hm... I suppose if I'm going to unwind, I may as well have a shower first.''

Nodding in agreement with herself Brooklyn readjusted her grip on the heavy metal box, carrying it towards her bathroom door. Said door opened with just a nudge, allowing the cruiser to meander inside, her heeled shoes tapping against the hard tile floor before she eventually set the box down just next to the sink, petting the top of the box with an amused glint in her eyes, playfully treating it like the pet Arizona so fondly said it was like. A very lewd pet, admittedly, but a pet all the same.

Why and how it survived on eating nothing but macadamia nuts and pineapple, she didn't quite know, but certainly wasn't going to question Akashi's chaotic genius.

Dismissing the thought Brooklyn stood up, loosening her arm-length black gloves and slipping them off with a sigh, tossing them into her hamper. Once her caramel-coloured arms were bared she started unbuttoning her dress, loosening the double-breasted outfit until she could unwrap it from her body, the small white crop-top she wore over it to cover her chest soon finding itself deposited in the hamper alongside her dress. Her collar followed it as did the ribbon in her hair, soon leaving Brooklyn clad in naught but lacy black underwear with garter-belts and thigh-highs and heels.

''Hah...'' The cruiser sighed, kicking said heels off – bending down at the waist and unclipping her garter-belt, allowing her to peel her thigh-highs down and off her feet.

Last to leave her body was her underwear; her strapless black bra coming off with a click and her panties hissing against her flesh as they came down her waist, thumping as they fell around her ankles. Brooklyn stepped out of them, the now-nude blonde plucking them up and tossing them into the hamper, running a hand through her sandy-blonde hair and meandering over to her shower.

Her bathroom wasn't the biggest in the world, but more than suited to her needs; the usual amenities included, with cream-tiled walls and a paler grey floor. The shower itself was located at the far end of the room, built into the wall and with a sliding glass door; said glass door sliding open and the shower's spray hissing down on her arm at the twist of a knob.

''C'mon...'' Brooklyn let out a low sigh as she waited, bending over so she could stick her arm under the shower's spray, waiting for it to warm up.

Unbeknownst to the naked beauty the tentacle box shifted, the lid lifting slightly and the tentacles peering out from under its top but not doing anything yet.

Thus Brooklyn waited another minute, tapping her fingers rhythmically against the glass before at last the water was hot, allowing her to step under its spray with a low, satisfied groan, hands raising up and pushing her blonde hair out of her face, about to tie it into a ponytail only to groan when she realised she forgot to bring a hair-tie. She gave up bothering, simply stepping under the hot spray and feeling it bounce against her caramel skin, water droplets running down over her breasts or along her stomach, her hands coming to slide over herself idly.

It was then, as her back was turned to the open glass door, that the tentacles sneaked out of their containment. A plethora of tentacles, ranging in both size and usage escaped, slithering low across the hard grey floor and up over the rim of the shower's shallow basin, slithering up behind the completely unaware Brooklyn... before in a heartbeat one tentacle lunged, wrapping itself around her slim waist and squeezing, holding her tightly.

''H-Huh?!'' Brooklyn stumbled in shock, gazing back with wide eyes.

A moan of surprised pleasure tumbled out of Brooklyn's lips a moment later as she felt a tentacle nuzzle her womanhood; sneaking between her thighs to push and prod against her folds. She attempted to move but two tentacles snaked themselves around her ankles, leaving her facing the wall with the shower spraying its hot water all over her, gasping when the tentacle between her thighs nuzzled her sex more insistently, joined by a second tentacle that rubbed her entrance playfully.

''Ah, hey, you...'' Brooklyn shivered as she murmured the words out. ''Stop that, I wasn't ready for this... you bad boy...''

The tentacles didn't seem to put-off by her mumbled protests, and Brooklyn let out a low moan when two tentacles snaked up her sides and curled themselves around her plump breasts, squeezing just hard enough for it to feel good. Biting her bottom lip Brooklyn laid her head against the tile wall, letting out a low moan when the tentacles between her legs pushed more insistently, fighting each other to be the one to claim her first, their slick lengths pushing against her inner-thighs.

Until soon one won, and Brooklyn let out a throaty moan as its length squirmed into her, prying her tense walls apart and wiggling within her pussy. The feeling was a new one, almost like a dildo but far more slippery and flexible, sending powerful shudders lancing through her curvaceous body as it pushed against the walls that tried to clamp down on it. Her hips buckled a moment later as a second tentacle wormed its way into her sex, pulling a low moan out of her as her nerves were ignited with pleasure.

''O-Ohh~!'' Brooklyn shuddered, mewling as the tentacles around her boobs squeezed again. ''Oh fuck... I can see why Arizona likes you...''

As if to thank her for the compliment the tentacles in her pussy began to move – and not in sync. One pulled out whilst the other pushed up against her cervix, the see-sawing motion making her cry out, her voice bouncing off the tile walls. She bit her bottom lip hard as a result, groaning sexily as she restrained her screams, not wanting to alarm anyone who might hear through the walls.

''Oh god...!'' That became harder when a third tentacle teased her pussy, rubbing its bulbous head against her clit. ''Mn... yeah, like that...''

A moan tumbled out of her mouth when it obeyed, rubbing itself against her clit – leaving it up to the other two tentacles to piston in-and-out of her pussy, the stimulation rendering her knees weak and her body hot. Though she couldn't move her feet much without risking falling she most certainly dared to push her ass back, impaling herself upon the incoming tentacles and relishing how they speared into her, rubbing against all her good spots and unwinding her tense muscles, the work exhaustion practically vanishing from the internal massage.

''Ah... oh...'' Planting her hands on the wall more firmly Brooklyn bowed her head, sucking in laboured gulps of air as she took it from behind. ''Y-You're good at- this!''

Her voice reached a more shrill, almost girlish octave as a tentacle prodded her asshole – and then pushed in. She'd never had anything in that hole and it showed with how tightly she clenched around the intruding tentacle, said tightness only making it easier for her to feel it squirm and writhe around her rear. Her sweet sounds of pleasure only encouraged the twin tentacles in her pussy to fuck her faster; plunging their sticky lengths into her folds and pushing against her cervix, trying to wriggle their way into her deepest parts.

Brooklyn didn't care; moaning in open pleasure as they moved. She could feel every little movement intimately, from how they pushed and prodded against her innermost parts or tried to wiggle a little more, pushing against her inner walls and making the caramel-skinned beauty arch her back in bliss. Said sensation was only amplified by the shower water that ran down her back, tickling down her shoulder blades and over her perfectly-shaped ass, her blonde hair getting wet and sticking to her forehead.

''Mm, Mn, ah, ah, fuck, yes, ah, ah~'' Brooklyn unashamedly moaned the words out in low, whispering breaths, her teeth frequently biting her bottom lip in a vague attempt to keep herself quiet – failing more often than not. ''Ohh god yes, harder, I'm getting clos- hah!''

Brooklyn released a sharp exhale as a second tentacle penetrate her asshole, corkscrewing around the first; both tentacles pumping in-and-out repeatedly. The vigour in which they moved at amplified her pleasure threefold, her muscles afire and her pussy and asshole clenched ever-tighter around the tentacles violating them, the sheer thought that it was a tentacle monster doing it propelling her arousal to orgasmic heights.

''Oh, shit...!'' Brooklyn cursed heated, biting her knuckles. ''Yes, harder, I'm nearly there, oh god yes I'm- ah- oh, Mmph~!''

With a bubbling, throaty moan that escalated to a yelp, Brooklyn climaxed; a rush of pleasure searing her nerves and simultaneously tensing and relaxing her muscles, whitening her mind with the good feeling. And as her walls tensed around the tentacles pumping into her holes she felt them throb, little bulges travelling up them – before as one they came, spewing hot cum into her pussy and asshole, adding the icing to her orgasm. The tentacles around her breasts too came, spurting grey cum all over her tits and up her collarbone, one wild rope of cum splatting against her cheek and getting in her mouth a little, but she felt more the dozen ropes of cum that splattered all across her back and ass, the shower soon to wash it away, but not before she felt the lewd fluid against her flesh.

''Ohh...'' Brooklyn moaned as she came down from her high, twitching a little and tightening around the tentacles in her pussy. ''Mn... didn't know you boys could cum as well, hah... phew...''

A shiver traversed through her curvy body as the tentacles all pulled out; the two in her pussy wriggling out whilst the duo in her ass took a little longer thanks to how tight her rear was, retreating along with the ones formerly around her breasts and ankles, allowing Brooklyn to stand on shaky knees under the showers spray. She took a moment to just catch her breath, panting from the force of her orgasm – one she'd sorely needed after her hectic work week. However she wanted more than just one quick climax before handing the box back to Arizona.

Thus with a low groan Brooklyn lowered herself down onto the floor of the shower, the water spraying over her legs but not reaching her body as she put her back to the wall, the spray not angling down enough to hit her. Dozens of tentacles loomed about but Brooklyn held no fear; giving the tentacles a breathy smile as she sat up on her knees and grabbed the bottle of shower gel next to her on the shelf, squirting some into her hand.

''Come here.'' Brooklyn purred.

The tentacles obliged, half a dozen ball-tipped tentacles slithering over to her. Cooing Brooklyn lathered them up, rubbing the white shower gel into their slick, sticky lengths until they were soapy – and then at her command began to wash her. It was less a true wash and more a massage but Brooklyn moaned all the same, loving how the tentacles slid over her stomach or between her breasts, rubbing the soapy substance into her skin and cleaning her a little.

And of course she lathered not too but three tentacles up, and with a sensual smile guided them between her legs. With her sat up on her knees they had plenty of room to poke and prod her sex, fighting to get in her until Brooklyn picked one at random and guided it in – moaning softly as it spread her walls apart; walls that were still sticky with the other tentacle's grey cum, making her insides extra slick and easing the appendage inside her. The other two soon followed, her back tensing as she endured all three noodle tentacles entering her womanhood, moaning as they went in deeper and deeper, soon pushing against her cervix.

''Ah... come on then...'' Brooklyn breathed with a sexy, inviting smile. ''Make me feel good... and when you're ready, cum all over me, understood~?''

The tentacles not occupied with molesting her body with soap all dutifully bobbed their tips in a manner vaguely like a nod – before then they were upon her. Giggles escaped Brooklyn as over a dozen tentacles ravished her body, sliding over her tits, across her collarbone and down her back, over her stuffed sex and around her thighs, they touched whatever flesh they could get their sticky lengths on, making sure to massage the spots that made her moan in satisfaction.

Two tentacles cheekily slipped around behind her, angling up – and Brooklyn flinched a little as they plunged into her still-sensitive asshole, coaxing a low moan out of her a moment later. Her insides gripped the twin tentacles like a vice but that did little to stop them from weaselling into her rear, the duo eagerly pumping in-and-out of her tight hole just as the trio in her pussy started to fuck that hole too, the onslaught of friction making her thighs buckle, a moan tumbling out of Brooklyn's lips.

''Mm...?'' Brooklyn cracked her screwed-shut eyes open as she felt something prod her lips, smiling as a non-soapy tentacle hovered there. ''Ah~''

The tentacle eagerly plunged itself into her open mouth, eliciting a muffled moan from Brooklyn as it started plunging in-and-out of her, the sensation almost like having a dick in her mouth, albeit more floppy and sticky. She didn't mind the novel sensation, sucking upon the tentacle and getting off on the five fucking her other two holes – a smile spreading across her lips when soap-laden tentacles rubbed themselves over her back and shoulder blades, massaging away the tension and leaving her mind relaxed as she got stuffed with tentacle.

So when the tentacle in her mouth pushed deeper Brooklyn didn't resist; moaning around the tentacle as it went down her throat. She gagged a little but mostly restrained the urge, taking the tentacle down her throat with a wet grunt. It eagerly started to thrust, pistoning itself back-and-forth in her throat and wiggling against her tight throat muscles, the feeling oddly pleasurable in a weird way. Two tentacles came up on either side of her, and quite contently Brooklyn grabbed them, jerking them off like they were cocks and she was being gangbanged.

'Mm... maybe I should try that...' The caramel-skinned cruiser mused in the back of her mind. 'If it feels anything like this then... hehe~'

Private lewd thought shelved for the time being Brooklyn continued sucking on the tentacle fucking her throat, moaning as she rocked her hips – tightening her muscles around the five tentacles fucking her pussy and ass. A lilted moan however arose from her throat as one tentacle pushed into her pussy a little more; and she gasped as it pushed past her cervix. The slight jab of pain that came with it was overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through her, leaving Brooklyn moaning in surprised bliss as it pushed into her birth canal, the tentacle pushing against her womb with every vigorous thrust.

It was soon joined by the other two tentacles in with it, sending powerful shudders rocking through her body as they worked in unison to fuck her womb, pushing and squirming in as deep as they could go. The two in her asshole weren't slowing down either, pumping and pushing in deeply, making sure she felt them pleasuring her rear. Her bouncing breasts too were left vulnerable to a pair of flower-tipped tentacles, said tentacles opening their mouths like a flower – and then promptly attaching themselves to her nipples, unleashing thousands of tiny, ticklish tentacles upon the sensitive nubs.

''Mm!'' Brooklyn buckled, panting. ''Ah... ahh~''

It was hard to moan with a tentacle fucking her throat but Brooklyn didn't care; letting her voice out as she pleased as she was utterly molested by the tentacles in the most pleasurable way possible. The ones vigorously fucking her holes or toying with her tits was contrasted by those that rubbed her body clean with soap or massaged her tense muscles, leaving her between relaxation and tension, her body tensing as she was fucked only to relax by their soothing motions.

''Ah... ah...!'' Grabbing the tentacle in her mouth Brooklyn pulled it out with a low groan, panting out the words. ''I'm close... oh god yes...!''

It felt so good she could barely think, grabbing the other tentacle she had previously been jerking off and going back to stroking its length, squeezing their slick lengths tight as she was fucked to climax, her walls pressing down upon the trio of tentacles pounding up into her womb, ready to shoot their gloopy loads right into her innermost parts.

''Mmph, yes...!'' Brooklyn gasped out as the tentacles on her breasts popped their mouths off, retreating and leaving her to tense up-

-before with an explosive, womanly cry, Brooklyn orgasmed; a sharp jerk travelling through her body as she came. Her pussy and asshole tightened around the tentacles fucking them, squirting around the trio fucking her womanhood from the force of her orgasm.

The tentacles came with her. The trio in her pussy throbbed, and in a heartbeat unloaded thick gushes of cum into her womb, spraying it up her birth canal – knocking her up had such a thing been possible. The twin tentacles in her ass splattered their grey cum load into her rear with vigour, spurting it in deep and making her arch her back with a gasp, convulsing mid-orgasm from the feeling; leaving plenty of her body on display. Something the tentacles took advantage of; the dark green tentacles squirming against her body as they unloaded their grey cum over her caramel flesh.

Cum sprayed over her front, landing all over her breasts and stomach. A tentacle pushed itself under her boobs and shot it up, leaving her underboobs sticky. One went between her tits and shot its load up onto her collarbone, contrasting the others that sprayed their grey cum across her toned and taut back or curvy ass, their seed hot against her flesh. Her thighs weren't spared and were splattered with cum as was her neck, a tentacle above her making a mess in her sandy-blonde hair whilst another spurted its sticky load into her belly button, much of it drooling out of the small hole and running down her stomach and pelvis in a thick, magma-like stream.

Though most of her attention was on the six in her face that gave her a facial. Ropes upon ropes upon ropes of cum splattered across her face, streaking across her cheeks and over her forehead, forcing Brooklyn to shut her eyes with a throaty moan; her mouth open and tongue out as their cum landed over her face, coming in waves. So much cum landed on her that it layered on top of itself, dribbling down her chin and brow in thick, messy streams.

By the end of it, the tentacles had completely soaked her in cum.

''Oh...'' Brooklyn moaned, closing her mouth and swallowing the cum that had landed in it.

A shiver travelled through her as all the tentacles began to slide out of her pussy and ass, eliciting a trembling moan from Brooklyn as she was soon left empty, cum profusely dripping out of her holes after being cummed in twice. Biting her bottom lip Brooklyn rubbed her pussy, mewling at how sensitive she was down there; her other hand coming up to wipe her eyes clean as she leaned more into the shower's spray, letting the cum get washed off her face but not her body.

She was a little aroused by the feeling, sue her.

''Ahh...'' At last she could open her eyes, fixating the tentacles with a look. ''Good boys... you go back into your box now and let me rest a bit. We'll continue on the bed later~''

The tentacles obliged, slithering out of the shower and back into their box, one closing the lid behind them – leaving it up to Brooklyn to clean herself up.

After a little finger-action, admittedly. She wanted to enjoy her high for a little bit longer.

[END]

Chapter Text

Brooklyn had a problem.

Namely the tentacle-containing box in her hands. Though it'd be quite... enjoyable having him in her custody, he was still Arizona's property and, more importantly, needed to be returned to her. Therein laid the problem; she'd just been mustered for a sortie out that would last days at least, but didn't have the time to go running about searching for Arizona.

Naturally she didn't want to just drop the tentacle box on anyone either, both in case the tentacles molest them, but also because they might get scared and attack Arizona's pet without realising it was hers. However that option seemed increasingly likely as Brooklyn hurriedly marched down the halls of the dorms with the box in her arms, hurriedly looking about for Arizona even as she started making her way towards the docks.

Luckily, a mercy came in the form of Juneau – the mousy blonde jogging inside the dormitory, a little tired but still upbeat.

Not the best person, but she knew that if the tentacles within were discovered, at least Juneau would be unlikely to attack them and would probably just run.

''Juneau.'' Brooklyn hurriedly called out, marching over. ''Sorry for this being so sudden, but could you do me a favour and take this to Arizona? Just got called out on a sortie ASAP. I've already checked her and Penny's room.''

''H-Huh? Oh, um, I-I guess?''

Brooklyn smiled and hurriedly handed the box over, giving the shorter girl a quick hug. ''Thanks, I owe you one. Sorry for dropping this on you!''

The cruiser's words grew a little faint as she hurriedly exited the building, hands adjusting her clothes slightly as she rushed down to the docks. Juneau stood and watched her go for but a moment before continuing into the dorms, picking her pace back up to a jog as she searched for the errant Battleship. As swift as her feet could carry her she scanned the bottom floor, then the second floor, swerving to avoid running into the occasional person.

However it was by the time she reached the third floor that she felt the telltale wave of fatigue, preluding her world tilting on its axis slightly – forewarning of an incoming dizzy spell. Thankfully her room was on the third floor, and thus it took just a short few moments for Juneau to get herself back to her own room, living just a few doors down from where Brooklyn herself lived.

At a good time as well, as Juneau soon felt a wave of fatigue overcome her – eliciting a pitiable whine from the cruiser as she stumbled into her room, shutting her bedroom door behind her with a foot and depositing the mysterious box next to her bed, sitting her butt down on the bed in question; flopping onto her back with a weak sound.

''Haah...'' She put a hand on her head. She wasn't having a temperature or anything. ''Maybe I just overworked myself... I've been running around a lot today, haven't I...''

The cruiser mumbled the words to herself, gazing at the ceiling aimlessly, waiting for the fatigue to fade. It did so slowly, and Juneau gradually started to feel better... until she felt something wet touch her ankle.

Quite naturally she squeaked, pulling her foot away from whatever it was she touched – sitting upright hurriedly. The movement jostled her head and made her take an extra moment to refocus, her eyes flickering down... and her pupils dilated as she saw that the lid of the box was open. More specifically she saw the writhing mass of tentacles slowly sneaking out of the box, one dark green tentacle where her leg had previously been. And as Juneau opened her mouth to scream, that tentacle lunged.

''EE- Mmph!?''

Juneau's eyes widened as the tentacle wrapped itself around her face in an instant, muffling her scream into a muted sound. Panic took hold and she shook her head vigorously, pulling at the tentacle as she stumbled off the bed – only to trip over her own feet, squealing as she fell down onto her front, her carpet tickling her cheek. The sensation however was nothing compared to the wet, sticky tentacles to pushed against her perky butt, slithering over her creamy flesh and going between her thighs.

Shaking her head more Juneau scrambled back, prying the tentacle off of her mouth – but couldn't manage a scream, her throat closing up and leaving her whimpering in fear as she scrambled backwards. The tentacles crept out of the box, slithering after her slowly like a stalking monster. And soon Juneau ran out of room for her to put between them; her back hitting the wall next to her bed and leaving the tentacle monster between her and the door.

''A-Ah...'' Juneau screwed her eyes shut, quivering in fear. ''D-D-Don't hurt me...''

Naturally the monster didn't respond to her whimpering words... but it most certainly touched her. Something Juneau found out as a tentacle wound itself around both of her arms, foisting them up above her head and holding them there – leaving her unable to stop the tentacle that went between her legs. Her red skirt was too short to hide her innocent white panties, eliciting a soft gasp from Juneau as the tentacle pushed itself against her panty-clad pussy, the feeling strange given its slick, slightly-stick texture.

''Ah, no... w-where are you... Myn~'' Her words devolved into uneasy whimpers as the tentacle began to stroke her pussy; sliding its sticky length up-and-down in slow, smooth strokes.

Then the tentacle weaved around the side of her underwear, pressing its slick length against her inner-thigh and wriggling itself past her panties, pushing them to the side in the process and allowing it to nuzzle against her bare pussy lips. The feeling elicited a whimper from Juneau, the cruiser shaking her head no, but the tentacle was insistent; slowly rubbing itself against her delicate pussy before curving itself slightly, the smooth, bulbous head pushing her folds apart – letting just the tip in her. And then began to enter her, inch by inch.

The feeling was a new one for Juneau. The cruiser cried out softly, shaking her head more and pursing her lips together, twitching and gasping as her vaginal walls were pried apart by the slow-moving tentacle. It felt weird in her, worming about within her pussy in ways she hadn't thought possible – not helped by her complete and utter lack of experience, having done no more than finger herself, let alone imagine a tentacle being the first big thing in her pussy.

''Ah...'' Leaning forwards a tiny bit Juneau could see her lower lips be spread by the tentacle, the sight joined by the feeling of it inside her, moving in even deeper – unheeding of how tight she became around it. ''Stop... n-no...''

A gasp escaped the cruiser as it pressed itself against her deepest parts, pushing and nuzzling against it – electrifying her pelvis in ways wholly unfamiliar to the demure cruiser. She pursed her lips and shook her head more, sniffling whimpers escaping her and little tears gathering in the corners of her eyes, afraid of what was happening to her. It was then, as she kept her eyes screwed tightly shut, she felt another tentacle come up and rub at her cheek.

Juneau tentatively opened her eyes – and then realised what it was doing. It was wiping away her tears.

''H-Huh...?'' Juneau's brow dipped, fear briefly taking a back-seat as confusion took hold.

Another tentacle came up and touched her head, tapping itself against her head in way that felt oddly like a head-pat. Another rubbed her thigh and one curled itself around her hand, squeezing it... and it was only then Juneau realised that the tentacles were trying to comfort her. Tentacles, comforting her. It felt so ridiculous and silly she couldn't help but crack a smile, however fragile it might be.

The tentacles binding her arms loosened, doing it slowly in a way that she realised it was trying to convey trust – assuming she wouldn't try and escape now that it had assured her it wasn't mean. She nodded slightly, not sure if the tentacles could see her, but it seemed to take her lack of resistance as a yes regardless. Which left just one tentacle touching her; or rather, one tentacle in her.

''Mn!'' Juneau flinched a little as the tentacle slowly pulled back, scraping her inner walls on the way out – a whimper escaping her when it pushed back in.

It didn't really hurt all that much; more of a little sting, but even then it was muted to more of a general discomfort. However the uneasiness she felt didn't abate, still uncertain why this mysterious creature was molesting her with a tentacle. She tried to relax, to let the creature just do what it wanted and then go away again, her lips pursing as she felt the appendage worm around in her pussy, pressing against her clenching walls gently.

''Ah... hah...'' Juneau panted, leaning back against the wall with a quiet moan. ''It feels weird...''

A tentacle rose up to her face at that, nuzzling against her lips... and after a second, Juneau let the tentacle gently push itself past her lips and into her mouth. It felt thick, forcing her mouth to open wider to accommodate it as it probed around her mouth, the tentacle tasteless but still a bit sticky as it pushed against her tongue or rubbed the roof of her mouth, eliciting a muffled moan from Juneau.

The tentacle in her pussy on the other hand began to pump faster. It maintained its gentleness but it slid between her vice-like walls more vigorously, nuzzling her cervix almost eagerly – the friction within her delicate sex melting Juneau's mind, moans arising from her lips now that she was more relaxed. It actually felt quite good, the tentacle thick enough that it could rub all the spots her fingers could never quite reach, making it feel almost like an internal massage.

''Ah, ah~'' The tentacle in her mouth reared back, wet with her saliva and allowing her to breathe freely. ''It... feels good...?''

The tentacle in her pussy responded by twisting around a little, eliciting a high-pitched squeak from Juneau – preluding the low moan that tumbled off of her tongue as it kept fucking her, pistoning itself back-and-forth like its sole desire was to mate with her. Even if it was Juneau couldn't find it in her to resist, mewling as the creature gave her pleasure she never thought possible, her pelvis hot and muscles growing tight as the tentacle wormed its way about her womanhood, fucking her gently but passionately, moving as fast as it could without hurting, or even scaring her.

Perhaps because of that tenderness Juneau found herself relaxing more and more, succumbing to the pleasurable heat within her pussy; to the pleasure that rose up her body and made her tense, her vaginal walls slick as they gripped the squirming appendage.

And the the tentacle that had formerly been in her mouth slid down, rubbing her clit and pushing her over the edge.

''A-Ah~!'' Juneau cried out as she came, shoulders curling in and buckling as she climaxed.

It was a gentle orgasm, her spasms slight and her body convulsing more than it did jerk; her back pressed flush against the walls and her lips pursing together to muffle any further cries, muting them down into softer whimpers of bliss, her walls quivering around the tentacle that throbbed against her clenching walls. For a long minute it stayed like that, nuzzling her cervix and throbbing, before then slowly pulling back out.

''A-Ahh...'' Juneau shuddered a little when it left her empty; the sudden absence of the tentacle leaving her feeling strange. ''Mm... huh...?''

However as she gazed at the tentacle she noticed how much it was twitching and throbbing – and a closer inspection revealed some grey liquid slowly leaking out of the slit at the end of the bulbous tip. It didn't take much to compare the tentacle to a dick, and to contrast the greyish fluid to what the human equivalent might be; darkening Juneau's cheeks. However she didn't feel anything inside her pussy... meaning, it hadn't cum in her. Deliberately, it seems, from how much it was throbbing.

''You didn't finish?'' Juneau shyly asked, daring to sit up on her knees. ''Um... y-you don't have to hold back like that... it felt kind of good for me, s-so it's fine, isn't it...?''

The tentacle pushed itself against her cheek, rubbing it an almost-happy manner, bringing a light smile to Juneau's lips and coaxing a giggle out of them, feeling much more relaxed than before – and much healthier too, as if all she'd needed was quite tentacle-fuck to feel better. That or it had some healing properties, but she had a feeling she might've just been a little wound up.

Thus with only a bit of hesitation Juneau shifted forwards on her knees, nudging the tentacles aside until she was near the middle of the room. Then, with burning cheeks she got down on all fours, flipping her skirt up so the tentacles could see her butt - pulling her innocent white panties down and tugging them off her ankles, leaving her butt bare to the tentacles. She wiggled her small rear a little, cheeks darkening as she did something so scandalous, but the lewdness of it excited her a little in a naughty way.

''Do it again, please... you can finish in me too, if you want...'' Juneau offered herself to the tentacles.

The tentacles wiggled about happily, eliciting a shy giggle from Juneau, watching as the throbbing tentacle slithered around to her mouth. Her gaze however went around behind her as another tentacle arrived, her eyes widening a little as she saw its thickness; not quite twice the size, but definitely bigger than the one who was just pleasuring her pussy. She spared a glance at the other tentacle before belatedly realising they were probably all the same being. Thus she bit her bottom lip and nodded, widening her legs apart a little so it'd be gentler on her hips.

Slowly the thick tentacle slithered behind her, its bulbous head pushing and rubbing against her wet pussy lips, earning a soft moan from Juneau as it teased her. Then slowly the tentacle pushed itself in, coaxing a gasp out of her, eyes widening as her tender inner walls were pried apart by its sheer girth – inch after inch after inch worming its way into her pussy. It didn't hurt but it did feel uncomfortable, leaving Juneau moaning shamefully as she felt the tip soon rub against her cervix, filling her womanhood with its sticky length.

The other tentacle in front of her rubbed her lips a bit – only to then snake down, diving into her dress and going into her cleavage.

''Kya?!'' The feeling elicited a yelp out of Juneau, her cheeks darkening. ''H-Hey, what are you doing in there...?''

The tentacle replied by wiggling about, pushing against her small soft boobs and sending shivers travelling through Juneau, the feeling novel and lewd. Mercifully the tender tentacle pulled out of her cleavage a second later and instead curved around in front of her, pushing against her lips – and with a muted moan Juneau willingly let it into her mouth, feeling its sticky, slick length slide over her tongue, tasting herself on the wet appendage as it began to thrust back-and-forth into her mouth.

''Mmph, Mm, Mmph...'' The feeling was strange but a turn-on for the Ship-Girl; soft moans escaping her as she felt the other, thicker tentacle in her pussy pull back.

And she promptly yelped when it pushed back in. Mimicking the other tentacle it did so gently but firmly, pushing itself into her delicate pussy and reshaping her insides to fit it better, her prior orgasm leaving her wet enough that she barely felt any discomfort from the movement. If anything having something so amazingly thick in her only felt better, the tentacle pushing against her weak spots and sending sharp jolts through her waist, moans following the hot spark of pleasure.

Slowly the two tentacles fell into a rhythm, thrusting into her in one after the other, see-sawing Juneau between them. One pushed into her mouth and nudged her back before the other one buried itself into her tight, slick pussy and pushed her forth a little until the cycle repeated. Her lithe fingers curled and held onto the carpet and her sock-clad knees held firm, keeping herself steady as the tentacles pleasured her and themselves. To her private delight other tentacles arrived too; touching her all over. They rubbed her butt, they stroked her thighs, they tickled her feet and made her giggle, and they teased and snaked under her dress, rubbing at her tummy or squirming themselves into her demure cleavage.

''Ah... ah... ah...'' Juneau's moans became muffled as the tentacle went in deeper, and the cruiser moaned as the tentacle pushed itself down her throat.

So relaxed was she however that Juneau barely gagged as it went down, enduring the slight discomfort of having her throat widened to fit the slick appendage down. It fucked her throat gently, her throat muscles clenching around the tentacle, but it was thin enough that she could still breathe with it in her throat – the weird feeling leaving her quivering with suppressed bliss, her vaginal walls clamping around the thick tentacle pumping into her sex.

And then another tentacle arrived, rubbing her small butt comfortingly - and Juneau let out a muffled, wet moan as it pushed itself into her asshole. She'd never had anything in that hole and it felt weird, yet she couldn't bring herself to dislike it. The tentacle had some difficulty however thanks to how tight her ass was, worming about and wriggling its way into her rear inch by inch, pushing in deeper, deeper – and even deeper.

Juneau realised what it was doing a second later, moaning in surprise as the tentacle in her throat went deeper down too – and soon reached her stomach. At the same time she felt the other tentacle work its way up her asshole and up into her stomach, worming about in ways that left her shuddering, and then at last the two tentacles met, curling around each other and forming a literal knot in her stomach. Before then at once, they both started to thrust, pumping back-and-forth and fucking her mouth, throat, ass and stomach all at once, along with the thick tentacle stuffing her now-dripping pussy.

''Mmph! Mmph!'' The tentacles began to thrust into her faster, their lengths coiling tight before every strong thrust – the motion made intimately apparent to Juneau when they were woven through her body.

Though her attention was rapidly shifting to the thicker tentacle in her pussy, gasps and moans escaping her as it pounded her faster, plunging itself into her vagina with vigour and smearing its greyish pre-cum against her cervix, its intent to fill her womb with its seed all to apparent. Juneau didn't mind, moans tumbling out of her as she was gangbanged by tentacles – and loved every second of it.

''Ah, ahh... M-Mister Tentacle...'' Juneau had to slur the words out, her throat obstructed by the tentacle busy tying knots in her belly. ''Ah.... it's too much...! I-I'm going t-to- a-ah- AH~!''

Her voice raised, cracked – and with a sharp, blissful cry, Juneau had her second orgasm. It was much more intense, her body locking up and her muscles tensing sharply; her vaginal walls clamping tight around the thick, pulsating tentacle within her. The tightness proved too much for the tentacle, its thrusts rapidly escalating to a pounding pace before then at last it slammed against her cervix and gushed its grey cum into her, thick splatters shooting into her womb or splattering along her birth canal. Much more of it made a mess inside her pussy; every subsequent thrust making a wet squelching sound as it moved back-and-forth.

The tentacles in her stomach convulsed, little bulges travelling through Juneau's throat and ass, winding their way through her – before the tentacle in her mouth came first, gushing a spray of cum into her stomach. The other tentacle came a couple seconds later once the bulge travelled through her body, spraying its own load of cum all over her insides, the two remaining tied together as they came in her stomach.

''A-Ahh...'' The feeling made Juneau shudder, her cry trailing off into a softer, pleasure-filled whimper. ''Myn...''

The tentacles' orgasm rapidly waned, just a few more spurts filling her stomach and pussy before they ceased – and then pulled out. Juneau moaned as her pussy was gradually emptied, the thickness of the tentacle making its absence all the more apparent, and within moments she was left empty; shuddering as her inner walls tightened up again and unintentionally pushing out some of its grey cum, drooling it out of her pussy and dripping it onto the carpet. The one in her mouth and ass took longer to leave, unwinding themselves from each other and then from her insides – soon escaping both her holes and leaving the cruiser empty at last, and with a belly full of cum.

''Mn...'' Tentatively Juneau laid herself down, sighing. ''Ah... that felt good, Mister Tentacle...''

One tentacle came up to her and nudged her hair, eliciting a giggle from Juneau as she raised a hand, petting it.

Juneau made a new friend that day; one she dubbed 'Mister Tentacle'.

And it wouldn't be the last time she played with him, either.

[END]

Chapter Text

Helena was tired.

Part of that was due to a string of late nights followed by afternoon sorties or training sessions, part of that was just down to general fatigue. Thankfully she finally had some time off and didn't have anything planned for the next week, but she wasn't the type to just lay in bed and sleep, even when she was as exhausted as she was. More than that she was stressed out, something she knew fair well.

It was perhaps because of that fact that when she walked down the halls of the dormitory one early morning, Arizona – who was passing her by – stopped to chat.

''Are you okay Helena?''

''Mm. Just a little tired.'' Helena smiled up at the taller woman. ''You?''

Arizona smiled back. ''I'm doing okay. I'm not sure if you heard but I got a little... friend from Akashi. Apparently she's selling them to others too.''

Helena's curiosity was piqued. ''Little friend...?''

''It's a box of tentacles.'' Arizona explained shortly, her cheeks gaining some pinkness. ''It's for um... private uses. If you know what I mean.''

Helena didn't. Perhaps because of her fatigue it just didn't compute... not until a flustered Arizona looked around to make sure nobody was looking, then thrust her index finger through a hole made of her other index finger and thumb. ''O-Oh.''

''Mm.'' Arizona smiled bashfully, fidgeting. ''U-Um... if you want, you could borrow him, he's quite nice...? I-I've loaned him to some of the other girls before, so he's got experience...''

Helena's first instinct was to decline such an embarrassing offer, but the knowledge that others in the dorms had used him... it admittedly tempted her. She wasn't super active sexually, unlike some other ships who casually hooked up for flings whenever they felt like it, and she doubted she'd ever be that confident – if she was to be with a guy, she'd probably only do it if she had feelings for him, not for something casual. That said, a tentacle box wasn't a guy, and she was really pent up...

''...when can I borrow him?''

Arizona just smiled, ushering her back towards her room.

X-x-X

Morning came and went, and the hot summer afternoon inevitably followed.

''Hn... maybe this one? It looks a bit small though...''

Helena's soft murmurs could be heard clearly within the quiet comfort of her room, the cruiser's brow set into a soft frown and her lips pursed. She swapped her purple gaze between the two bikinis laid on the bed in front of her; one a deep blue and the other a more teal colour, both in similar designs that showed off lots of skin, though she was more troubled by the size of the tops; she wasn't keen on showing too much if possible, unlike St. Louis who didn't mind such things.

Given it was still summer the girls in the Eagle Union dormitory had decided to go to the beach in a big get-together sort of deal, and as such Helena had to pick out a swimsuit. Personally she would've preferred a one-piece swimsuit over a bikini, but St. Louis had gone through the effort of shopping for swimwear in both her size and preferred colours, and she didn't have the heart to tell her sister to go buy another one, just because she was picky.

''Hm... may as well try them on...'' Helena murmured to herself, sighing.

Reaching up Helena pinched the edges of her arm-length black gloves, tugging them down and peeling them off, tossing them onto the bed. Her dress came next, her lithe hands unfastening the straps behind her back before she reached down to the hem, tugging it up and over her head. The movement sent her blue hair fluttering and Helena ran a hand through it, idly pushing it down her back and leaving herself clad in her underwear. Her thigh-highs and garters went down only moments later, one foot at a time planted on the bed and allowing her to tug them off, soon leaving them neatly folded on the bed next to her two bikinis.

Unbeknownst to Helena the dormant box behind her wasn't so dormant after all; the lid opening a tiny bit and allowing the tentacles within to peek out, watching intently as Helena reached beneath her back and unclipped her white bra, shrugging it off. Bending forwards the curvaceous cruiser pulled her white panties down over her shapely ass, said underwear falling down her legs and ending around her feet, summarily stepped out of and leaving her naked.

''Hm... guess I'll try the blue one...'' Helena murmured to herself, picking up the blue bikini bottoms and stepping into them; tugging them up her waist and adjusting the pre-tied knots until it was a more comfortable fit.

Her bikini top came on next, taking a little longer as she tied the knot first and then turned her bikini top around, hefting her ample breasts into the cups. It took a little adjusting, tugging the cups a little to fit her boobs into them, and also forcing her to loosen the knot a little so it wasn't such so tight; but just barely she managed to make the bikini top fit. Though even then it was still quite snug, and left plenty of cleavage on display.

''Mn... St. Louis normally knows my measurements... maybe I grew again...?'' Helena mumbled to herself, adjusting her bikini top some more.

Unbeknownst to the cruiser the tentacles slowly began to emerge from the box, slithering through the air towards her. So busy fumbling with her top she didn't even realise until they were right behind her – and that was only because one tickled her waist, brushing against the side-tied knot.

Dubiously Helena tilted her head, turning to face the tentacles – and squeaked as she saw them.

A squeak that turned into a yelp when one tentacle went between her shoulder blades, stroking her flesh with its slick, sticky length – and then pulled on the back of her bikini top, easily forcing the loose knot undone just as another tentacle undid the one behind her neck, instantly causing her blue bikini top to go slack. Reacting swiftly Helena crossed her arms over her bust, holding her top to them and giving her some sense of modesty as she turned to face the tentacles.

''H-Hey! I didn't say you could come out ye- eek!'' Helena's attempt at scolding was cut short as two tentacles grabbed each of her arms, pulling them apart – causing her top to flutter onto the floor and make her bare her breasts to the dozen of tentacles hovering before her. ''A-Ah... wait, no, this is...''

A surprised moan tumbled out of her mouth as an eager tentacle went up between her breasts, two more pushing her tits together – allowing the lucky tentacle between her breasts to thrust itself up-and-down, practically giving itself a titfuck. The two tentacles pushing her breasts together soon curled around her plump chest, squeezing lightly and coaxing a soft whimper out of Helena, her cheeks darkening as she was molested by tentacles.

''Hey...'' Despite that the soft-spoken cruiser couldn't find it in her to resist. She was going to do this sort of thing this evening anyway, so she supposed she may as well go with it...

As if sensing that the tentacles grew more bold, one curling around her from behind – before it went between her legs. Helena gasped at the feeling, shivering as the sticky tentacle pressed itself flush against her ass and curled around, hugging her crotch snugly with the tip touching her belly-button. It rocked back-and-forth a little, rubbing itself against her clothed pussy, the fabric of her bikini bottoms shifting with the motions and rubbing against her pussy, the stimulation coaxing whimpers of arousal out of Helena.

The tentacle retreated after a moment, and the cruiser squeaked as it slithered up through the gap in her bikini bottoms, pushing and rubbing against her pussy. Helena squirmed at the feeling, anticipation quivering through her – and then at last the tentacle pushed forth, prying her folds apart and squirming itself into her womanhood. The feeling was novel and pulled a high-pitched mewl out of Helena, the cruiser tense as the sticky tentacle pushed itself in deeper and deeper, rubbing spots within her that a dildo never could.

Until soon it nuzzled against her cervix, the feeling making Helena arch her back with a shaky sigh. Getting penetrated so deeply whilst standing was definitely a new feeling though, a moan working its way out of her throat as the three tentacles toying with her breasts continued their lewd ministrations; squishing her plump breasts whilst one eagerly thrust itself up between them, the bulbous tip poking out from her cleavage and aimed at her face, the thought of getting a facial from a tentacle making her quiver.

''Ah... ah... ah...'' Helena panted as the tentacle in her pussy kept thrusting; making her subconsciously shift her legs open a little wider, making it easier for it to go in. ''Hey... hold on a sec, so I can move...''

The tentacles all paused, and then after a moment the one in her pussy withdrew – though the moment it escaped it pulled and tugged on her blue bikini bottoms, causing them to loosen and eventually fall off her hips, leaving her naked before the tentacles. Blushing a burning hue Helena twisted around, moaning as the tentacles playing with her chest retreated long enough for her to put her hands on the bed and bend herself over, presenting her ass to the tentacle mob.

Then with little hesitation one tentacle nuzzled her folds, and pushed back into her. Helena moaned at the suddenness of it, feeling no pain as the tentacle wormed its way into her womanhood and soon pushed against her cervix, rubbing up against it. She'd heard stories from Arizona about it penetrating cervix's; the thought a little scary, yet also shamefully arousing to the cruiser, her walls clamping tight around the tentacle as she grew tense with anticipation.

And then another tentacle came down, and whipped her ass.

''Ah~!'' Helena squeaked in surprise, cheeks burning as her butt stung. ''H-Hey, that- ah~!''

A loud smack echoed through her bedroom as the tentacle came back down against, slapping her curvy ass – any pain overwhelmed by the slick, sticky tentacle that pumped into her pussy, another one nuzzling her clit teasingly. Biting her bottom lip Helena endured the stimulation, but was unable to hold back the moans that bubbled up her throat. Doubly so when a tentacle slithered up her stomach and went back between her breasts, thrusting between her boobs as another two went back to groping and massaging her breasts.

Just as she was starting to get used to the sensation another curveball was thrown at her in the form of a tentacle curving around to her face, pushing against her lips. Mewling softly Helena parted her lips and accepted the tentacle into her mouth, sucking on the head and shivering as it wormed its way into her mouth, her tongue slapping and slithering over the bulbous tip before being pressed flat against the bottom of her mouth as it went in deeper, making her deep-throat it with a wet grunt.

''Mmph, ghk, ghk...'' Helena shut her eyes as she sucked on the tentacle, enjoying the one that was fucking her pussy at the same time.

Not to be left out the other tentacles smacked and slapped her ass with growing vigour, the whip-like strikes just hard enough to hurt and sting, but not enough to leave permanent marks. The mix of pleasure and pain wasn't one she thought she'd love, but with each successive smack Helena found herself sinking into shameful pleasure; moaning as she was spitroasted between the two tentacles.

The tentacles quickly began to pick up speed too. Thrusting back-and-forth they pistoned into her mouth and pussy with vigour, the latter being particularly vigorous in how it scraped her walls and pushed against her cervix. As if to reinforce that Helena felt another tentacle prod her folds – and she gasped as it pushed inside, the two tentacles stretching her insides apart as they fitted snugly within her, thrusting in sync. A third tentacle then teased her pussy lips before managing to wriggle itself in as well, sending powerful shudders through Helena's body as all three tentacles rammed into her womanhood, their combined girth far thicker than any cock.

''Mmph! Guh, Mmk!'' Helena moaned sluggishly around the tentacle in her mouth, feeling heat mount within her stomach. ''Mm...!''

As if sensing her rising pleasure the trio of tentacles plunged into her wet pussy faster, her arousal helping ease them into her and pound her cervix, hammering against it – until one inched deeper than it should have. It went deeper, wriggling, pushing; until soon it plunged into her womb, eliciting a muffled squeal from Helena as it penetrated her so very deeply. Her long legs buckled as the other two tentacles followed, all three of them thrusting and probing her birth canal, all whilst tentacles continued smacking her ass and fucking her breasts, the constant friction leaving her overloaded, and soon unable to hold back.

''Ah... guh, I, o-ohh...!'' Helena tensed, screwing her eyes shut. ''M-Mmph~!''

Pleasure hit her like a freight train, a powerful jerk flinching through her body and preluding the powerful muscle-weakening shudders that followed. Her walls pressed down tightly upon the three tentacles – triggering their own climax. The other tentacles also reached climax, bulges running down their dark green lengths until the one between her tits came first, shooting hot grey ropes of cum up her collarbone, her bent-over position meaning much of it fell short of hitting her and made a mess down on the bed beneath her. The tentacles squeezing her breasts fixed that by pushing her breasts together and aiming their heads into her cleavage; spewing their sticky load between her tits, making a mess between them.

The tentacle in her mouth pulled out just in time to spray its own cum across her face; ropes of grey cum hitting her cheeks, her forehead, across her nose and lips; it gave her a plentiful facial that left Helena moaning, flinching when she got some in her mouth. The tentacles spanking her reached their own orgasms; spraying ropes of cum across her bare back and ass, their hot cum streaking up her spine and between her shoulder blades, much of it getting on her butt.

Helena's attention was on the trio in her pussy, however; gasping as their cum flooded her womb. It was hot and sticky, splattering into her innermost parts in thick gushes, petering out... before the second tentacle came. Its delayed orgasm effectively gave her a second creampie; fresh cum spewing into her womb and coaxing a dumb moan out of Helena, her legs buckling.

And then the third tentacle came, pumping even more of its seed into her filled womb, so much cum filling her that it profusely seeped out of her sex, dribbling down her inner-thighs or dripping between her legs and hitting the hard wood floor with loud wet splats, the mere sound causing her knees to buckle with embarrassed bliss.

''A-Ah...'' Helena let her mouth hang over, panting. ''Hau...''

The tentacles all pulled out, eliciting a shiver from the cruiser, and she moaned as the ones between her breasts left too; causing plenty of cum to dribble down her stomach. Panting Helena leaned down and collapsed onto her side on the bed, uncaring that she felt some wetness beneath her sweaty body; she was going to clean up later anyway. However laid on her side she presented an ideal victim for the lascivious tentacles, a target they seized with vigour.

''M-Mm?'' Helena's cheeks burned as she felt a fresh tentacle nuzzle her pussy. ''Really...? You just came, but you're ready for more...?''

The tentacle eagerly nuzzled her folds, spreading them a little but putting no more than just the tip in. She was so sensitive however that even just the tip was enough to make Helena mewl, shivering as she debated whether to 'let' them. The tentacles did their best to convince her, one tentacle teasing her with just the tip whilst another rubbed her sore ass, coaxing her into going another round.

And with an embarrassed moan, Helena agreed, smiling shyly. ''Fine...''

Keeping her legs flush together she propped herself up on one hand, mewling as the tentacle teased her pussy lips – and then moaned as it pushed inside, claiming her. A second tentacle eagerly followed and corkscrewed around the first, both of the spiralling tentacles spearing into her womanhood and fucking a moan out of Helena, her slick insides seizing around the tendrils but failing to stop them from kissing her cervix once more, pushing and prodding against it.

Until with only a little trouble they wriggled their way through it, forcing a strained moan out of Helena – tempted, almost, to open her legs wide to make it a little easier. Yet there was something distinctly pleasurable about laying on her side and letting the two tentacles enter her like this, pumping their sticky, slippery lengths in-and-out of her tight hole. The other tentacles weren't willing to be left out either and one slithered up behind her, going not for her pussy but prodding her other hole-

-and Helena let out a hurriedly-stifled cry as it plunged into her asshole. It felt weird to have something in her ass and even more to feel it wriggle about inside her rear, the slick tentacle moving about and making her almost dizzy with the pleasure.

''Nn, ah, i-it feels good...'' Helena mewled out, unintentionally encouraging the tentacles.

Something she found out as two bud-tipped tentacles slithered through the air to her breasts, the buds opening up to reveal their inner petals to be covered in countless small tentacles – before they jerked forth and attached themselves to her nipples, eliciting a squeal of surprise from Helena as the hundreds of tiny tentacles licked and stroked at her sensitive tits, sending electric jolts rushing up and down her spine.

The tentacle fucking her ass wasn't alone though, a second, thicker one with ribbed bumps all along it prodding her hole too before forcing its way into her tight ass. Helena couldn't hope to hold back her stilted cry, a hand over her mouth the only thing stopping it from becoming a shriek as she felt all the little bumps along the tendril as it plunged into her asshole, her tensing muscles only enabling her to feel the little bumps all the more.

''Mn! Ah! Y-You're being a little roug- ooh~!''

Her loins ached pleasurably as the two tentacles in her pussy plunged up into her womb, thrusting back-and-forth rapidly and raking the walls of her baby chamber, making her see stars. Her breasts tingled and her ass ached as they too were assaulted by the tendrils, all of it happening so fast, so intensely that Helena couldn't even think straight, rapidly reducing to little more than a willing cum-dump for the tentacles. A fate they were happy to ensure.

''Mn! A-A-Ahh~! Y-Yes! Ye- hyaa~!''

Helena squealed as she finally reached her second orgasm, cumming from the intense, relentless sensations inside of her – and seconds later the two tentacles in her pussy came too, bulges travelling along their slender lengths and pouring their thick grey cum into her womb, replacing the cum inside it and causing all the excess to pour out around them. The tentacles in her ass came a few seconds later, the normal one shooting its grey load deep into her ass whilst the ribbed one swelled in size, intimately allowing her to feel the bumps rub against her insides, before it exploded its load into her depths; thick, profuse spurts making her back tense from the infusion of tentacle seed.

''A-Ahh...'' Helena trembled as the tentacles on her breasts released her nipples and slithered away - a shudder passing through her as the other tentacles pulled out as well, leaving her empty.

Empty, aside from their cum.

''G-Good boy...''

It would not be the last time Helena borrowed Arizona's tentacle box, that was for sure.

[END]