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From the day her prescription was denied, it was an absolute descent into madness. She hated how she looked, she hated being hot all the time- And every little inconvenience was the end of the world! It was absolutely humiliating, especially when Sango was over. He's never seen her ugly-cry before, but her moods and especially self-esteem were so shot that his surprise visits often meant walking in on a session of wallowing.
She felt so, so guilty every time, especially when her mood swings got worse and far harder to curb. But Sango was there through it all; He'd wordlessly wrap her in a blanket and kneel before her, wiping her tears away with their sleeve as he'd kiss her forehead.
Stop that... You're beautiful, He signed, tilting her chin up so their eyes could meet.
"I don't feel beautiful." She whispered, one of the tentacles framing her face curling around their hand.
His lips press into a thin line. She's gotten better at picking out their microexpressions, but that doesn't mean she understands them. As far as she's aware, they look... Kind of annoyed.
"I'm sorry-" She began with a sniffle, only to promptly get cut off with a kiss.
Her eyes widen, then flutter shut as it lingers, her words dissipating into a quiet sigh as he pulled away. "Don't care... You'll always be the prettiest girl I've ever seen." His thumb traces her bottom lip in slow strokes. "It's just a bunch of dumb chemicals working against you, baby... You'll get your girl juice soon. I'm working on it."
She knows it's all in her head. Fundamentally, she knows, but it doesn't do much to ease the cocktail of emotion swirling in her mind. "I hate this," she croaks, feeling their knuckle accidentally graze where she had cut herself shaving the morning prior. "I hate this so much."
Their scarred hands meet hers. They dwarf hers significantly, but their grip still remains sure as they nudge her up. "I know... Let me get your mind off of it."
She nodded, shrugging off the blanket around her shoulders to rest in her arms. She's getting hot again, but it still smells like Sango, so she'll suffer through it for the sake of comfort.
They lead her to the couch and turn on the light. The smaller one, of course, as this is a big-light free household, and her headaches have been awful. Her normally bright room was left almost completely dark as they became more frequent, but she can't deny that some light would probably be good for her.
The subtle throbbing behind her eyes begs to differ, though. So does the uncomfortable bloat she's suffering through.
Hachi tries to get comfortable. It's a little easier when her Sango flops down next to her, and she's quick to pull them against her chest, even though she knows it's only going to overheat her more.
For the time being, at least, Sango's skin is cool against hers. It's nice, having them so close, her arms wrapped snugly around his waist.
Something crinkles in their pocket before they wordlessly bring it up to view. A matcha bar? That certainly gets her attention! She's quick to take the treat, kissing their cheek in appreciation as they reached for the remote. She'd offer them some, but they're a total loser who 'doesn't like the taste of grass,' so the chocolatey-tea goodness is all hers to enjoy.
They lean back against her when they decide on a show. She doesn't really care much for what it was; More often than not, she ends up distracted with the squid against her nowadays, since her focus is entirely out of wack alongside her hormones. It was easy to get distracted with them, after all, when there were so many scars to trace and kiss and so many ways to try and get them to purr.
Hearing them purr was one of the greatest joys in life, she decided, right next to matcha treats and getting the newest Damp Socks ft. Off the Hook album early.
They never made it easy, either, trying to keep it stifled for as long as they could before it'd force itself out little by little. And so, as she nibbled on her surprisingly effective distraction, she found herself absentmindedly running her fingers through their tentacles, nosed up against their neck; They smelled shockingly good today, she notes, warmth in her chest at the notion that they would've actually showered for once just for her. And, wait, is that cologne? She breathes in his scent deeper, his head tilting to the side to give her room as she sniffed.
Sniff sniff sniff... It is. That's a new development. It's faint, but jarring, covering up the usual stench of cigarette smoke just enough for it not to assault her senses like it normally would.
"...Like it..?"
She can't see their face, but the tips of their ears are flushed their signature lemon-lime. "Mhm..." She breathes, though truthfully, she didn't know how to feel about it- Absentmindedly laving her tongue against his neck and rubbing her cheek against his back. Under normal circumstances, it'd be a welcome change, but right now... It's just too different. Her instincts practically scream to get rid of it.
And from the way he leans into her grooming and scenting, maybe that was the point, that little shit.
Yeah? His hands pause, a slight grin on his face. I'd rather smell like you.
Such few words kicked her instincts into overdrive, her tongue working over their skin with purpose- The inkling in her lap pliant to her touch and, knowing them, looking awfully smug about how well they know what makes her tick.
Her claws impatiently tug at his shirt. It comes off in a nonchalant pull, haphazardly tossed to the ground somewhere she frankly couldn't care about right now. She shifted them around- Straddling his waist now, her face buried into his neck as kisses and kitten-licks met their skin. Their hands gently tangle into her tentacles as she groomed them- the longer two in the back quick to wrap around his arm, the suckers trying and failing to cling to the fabric.
The frontmost ones have better luck, though. They curl against his, one tangling around his longer feeler-arm on the right while the other sticks to his shoulder. His breath hitches in her ear, and she's quick to pull away, cold anxiety sharply pulling her out of her daze.
"Too much?" She peered down in concern, willing her hair to release them from it's affectionate hold.
They stare up blankly, dazed, their face bright green. "I... Uh..."
Oh Cod, did she break them?!
"I'm so sorry!" She shifts off of them, forcing her hands into her lap rather than all over her poor squid. "I'll be gentler, I promise, I-"
They blink a few times, breathing in deep as they slowly shifted up. Keep going, He signed, pressed up against her, a quiet rumble in his chest making her ears perk.
He liked it? "Are you sure?"
"Mm. Yeah... Just surprised me," they mumble, messing with the sleeve of her hoodie. "You're not usually that intense off the bat. It's cute..."
Her face burns and she doesn't know if it's from embarrassment, affection, or just another hot flash. "I'll, ah, keep that in mind?" Hachi's arm slowly wraps around his waist, keeping him close. His purr keeps her in the moment, despite the thoughts nagging in her mind.
Well, most thoughts, anyway. More and more of them are starting to get a lot more dirty than she's comfortable with.
It makes sense, at least. It's been a while since she's been with them like that, her body issues often getting in the way these past few weeks, and testosterone and libido tend to go hand in hand. It doesn't make her feel any less unclean, though, especially as she feels a distinct friction between her legs.
She's quick to keep them closed despite the discomfort. Sango seems to catch on quick, much to her embarrassment, resting their hand against her thigh and rubbing slow circles into the muscle. Need some help? He offers with a crooked grin, though she's unable to meet their eyes.
"I don't know," she began, but any train of thought was swiftly cut off as his fingertips met the movement between her legs and she whined.
You're pent up, He points out, stilling his touch as her tentacle strained for the contact. Might make you feel better.
".....Okay," She whispers, looking away, face burning. "But, don't look. Please..."
A strained sort of snort leaves him and she knows exactly what he's thinking- It's nothing he hasn't seen before, that's for certain- But he doesn't press the issue. He never does, and it's something she's always been thankful for, that at least them of all people understand.
Her breath catches in her throat as he palms her though her sweatpants. It's so odd, being this needy without any real build up... She doesn't like it very much, though then again, the frustration with trying to get her dick to work normally all those previous times was detestable too. Their hand slips beneath her waistband, and against her better judgement she's quick to shimmy her pants off altogether, the cloth suffocating in a way she hadn't noticed until they were off.
He doesn't waste much time teasing her. And, true to his word, they busy themself at her neck, gently nipping over marks that have long faded from their last encounter. Sango likes to remind the world she's spoken for, evidently, and it's hard to mind when it's pretty difficult to see the marks he leaves when he's done.
Sometimes she wishes they were harder to hide.
The fangs of their beak press into her as her tentacle curls around their fist, and they squeeze the base gently, making her whine at the back of her throat. Her hips absentmindedly raise to meet the contact, and it wasn't long before she was practically fucking their hand, panting quietly into the open air.
"Sango..!" She whimpers, clinging to their smaller frame like a lifeline. They seem awfully amused beside her, chuckling under his breath at her desperation, and it's not like it's not understandable- She's usually quick to take charge, after all. Having control often goes to his head.
And giving that control away certainly went to hers in more ways than one.
"Cod, you sound so pretty..." They murmur right into her ear, their fingers catching the tip of her cock and gently rolling it between. Slick stains their palm and wrist, and it's almost embarrassing how much there is, but she doesn't have it in her mind to care; At this point, all she can keep track of is the wonderfully cold contact between her legs, putty in her Sango's grasp as they jerked her off.
Part of her wonders how pretty they'd look, pinned beneath her over the arm of the couch... The thought was sudden and surprised her, yet aroused her all the same, her stupid horny octopus brain latching right onto the idea as pre leaked from her. She might even be drooling a bit, but who's to say?
She could take them against the wall, if she wanted. She always loved to hold them, and he's just so small in her grasp, with a waist so perfect in her hands- Or she could bend him over, hold him against her chest and fuck him until he passes out- And it's not like these thoughts are uncommon, no, it just feels so strange for her to have them when she was feeling less than dominant before.
It's simply not as easy to switch over. Another side-effect of being without, though at this rate, she really couldn't care less.
"Bet you wanna touch me..." Sango coos, their wrist twisting in such a delicious way that has her moaning out into the empty air.
"I do," she gasps, her eyes squeezed shut. "Please, please..."
They nibble at her collar, leaving her to beg mindlessly. "Not yet," his other hand over her shoulder and idly playing with her nipple piercing. "Cum first... Be good."
His rough voice was like velvet in her mind and she didn't have it in her to argue. Not when he knows her so well, that deep-seated desire to be good... The first ropes were weak as her control faltered, pooling into his hand while the rest splattered onto her tank top. They keep pumping her though it until she has to push them off, and they're quick to lick it off from their fingers, Hachi watching with wide eyes and unable to look away. Their tongue glides between their fingers with precision, lapping up every drop, sucking on one all the way down to the knuckle...
It was a show she always loved seeing, transfixed as he cleaned up the last of it.
Kiss? He signed, so nonchalant, and all she could do was breathlessly nod. Their lips meet and it's so nice against her feverish skin, the taste of herself fresh on his tongue as they kissed her so tenderly.
"Do you want..?" She whispers as she pulls away, her gaze flicking down to their own little problem.
No. The little twist of his hand was paired with a shake of their head for emphasis. Gotta save energy for tomorrow.
She blinks at them, too spent to try and string together what they meant. "Tomorrow..?" She echoed with a frown, watching their brows furrow slightly and their eyes narrow. She's knows that one! That's 'confusion'!
Isn't that when your rut peaks?
Oh.
Her face flushes hard as the realization hits. The mood swings, the overheating, clinginess, bloating.. It's been so long since she's had one that she completely forgot to factor it in.
"How do you-?" She's never seen Sango go though anything like that, come to think, and it's not like they're an Octarian either. How do they know so much?
What. Did you think I went into this unprepared? Their arms crossed, unamused. "I take you seriously... It's not hard to look shit up."
He went through the effort for her? Something about brings a soft smile to her face and she's quick to pull them into her arms.
It's a good excuse to sniff them again, but she's not about to admit it.
"Could make a nest..." They note, nuzzled up against her. The idea doesn't sound too bad in her hormonal mind, though... The materials that came to mind were a little questionable.
"Can you, ah... Take these off?" She tugs at their shorts, and thankfully, they don't seem to question it much as they fall to the floor. "Boxers, too!"
Oh how she hated how fast she said that, but they oblige with a crooked grin, handing them to her instead of joining them to the floor, utterly shameless in their nudity. "You next."
She doesn't respond to them. She's busy picking up their discarded garments, only to come for him, too; Throwing a bewildered Sango over her shoulder as she proudly marches back to her room.
She's already made a bit of a nest, she notes, the blankets curled into a shape she likes. She drops Sango in the center- And they're very obviously pouting at her with his bruised pride of being manhandled, but her focus is unbreakable.
She's gonna make the comfiest nest ever, damn it. And she's going to snuggle her squid until she just can't take it anymore.
But just as Sango predicted, it came onto her all at once.
She awoke within their nest in a cold sweat, unbearably hot with a tightness in her stomach that drove her insane. Blindly, she reaches for water- Chugging the remains of a water bottle from the day before, though it's far from enough, and does little to sate her discomfort.
Her dick throbs against her bare thighs. The need was overpowering, to touch, to do something, her half-asleep mind immediately latching onto her beloved.
They said it was okay, right? Her arms loop around their body, her hands instantly preoccupied around his chest as her face met his neck. She breathed in deep. His scent drove her wild but she couldn't stop, pressed right up against him, that familiar musk and traces of his cologne making her nerves set alight all over again.
As her tentacle slid between his legs, so too did one of her hands, her fingertips working over the nub peeking from his sheath- Teasing his own out and into her warm hands, quick to wrap around it as her hips softly bucked against him.
She didn't even realize he had begun to stir until his thighs squeezed her tentacle in all the right ways.
"Fuck me the right way..." They mumble, shifting against her to give her better access.
"Or... Or what?"
If she could purr like them, she certainly would be as she licks and nips at their neck. Of course she wants to see them absolutely dripping, screaming her name into the nest, carrying her clutch, but... Truthfully, she wants to give them an out before she loses it, her hands reluctantly leaving his body to repeat the message in sign.
An out they don't so much as consider as they turn in her grasp- Looking up at her with that adorable flush, their leg wrapped around her as their sleepy eyes peer up with raw need. "Please, Mommy..." They whine, trying to press closer, and at this point every shred of doubt and self-consciousness is shoved out the window.
Her lips meet theirs in a thirsty embrace as she presses closer, the tip of her tentacle rubbing over their sopping wet cunt. It darts inside before she can even so much as think.
The sweet gasp against her lips only encourages her as her pace is demanding from the start; They're so warm, so tight, so intoxicating around her that she couldn't tone it down even if she tried, not while Sango seemed to love it, whimpering against her as her tongue brushed against his.
The kiss parted with drool on their lips and a newfound need to claim deep in her gut. She shifts overtop of them- The movement threatening to make her pull out for a moment- and it's so much easier like this, rather than from the side, her beak quick to bury into her mate's neck.
They cry out pathetically as their arms cling to her for dear life as she wrecked them. The bitter taste of iron floods her mouth, and for a split second, she worries; But their hands tangle in her hair and press her further in, and she's quick to mark them up more, kissing over the bite she had left and almost apologetically licking up the blood before moving to a new spot.
"More, please, please Mommy-" Her mate rambles into her ear, and of course she's quick to oblige, her hand meeting their own tentacle again and pumping quick between each thrust. They writhe and whimper in her grasp, and she can feel every movement, from the way their body shakes to the way they repeatedly tighten and clench around her.
"That's it, good girl, so good," She pants mindlessly against them. Hachi knows very well they can't hear her, but that won't stop her from being delusional in the moment. "Cum for me, cum for Mommy..."
She hilts into them, deep inside, her wrist curling with each stroke of their cock and milking every drop as they came against her, the sudden tightness and slight gush of fluid making her teeter right on the edge, but not quite.
She didn't stop. She fucked them through it with a possessive growl in her chest, her hands meeting his in a near-attempt to keep him pinned down. They're so loud at this point, but she couldn't care less- Let her mate be as loud as he wants.
Let everyone know who they belong to.
It's getting harder and harder to move, her knot slipping in and out of him as she chased her release, until suddenly-
Her hips slam up into him, as deep as she could manage, the suckers on the base of her tentacle keeping her locked inside as she came hard. Rope after rope of her cum filled him until she was twitching, but she wasn't done, she couldn't be.
Her hips weakly bucked against him to no avail. She's stuck until her mate's full, much to her displeasure- Her face hiding into the side of his neck she didn't wound, letting her weight fall into him as she whined in frustration.
"...H...Hang in there..." His voice was shakey with overstimulation yet he still mustered the energy to stroke her hair. The touch was nice, almost enough to soothe her, but the burning in her stomach and between her legs had other plans.
Something shifted. She paid little mind to it, still trying to fuck into her mate, a quiet pressure at the base of her tentacle quickly becoming all consuming. She could feel him stiffen slightly around her. With a quiet growl, she peppered lethargic kisses all over his neck and face, gasping as the pressure suddenly releases in one powerful wave of pleasure against her overstimulated cock. They groan beneath her with the sensation, their grip on her hands tightening before relaxing again.
The pressure's back, quicker than before. Then a third- The third of which making her cum again, weak and desperate, the fluids definitely making things a little easier as she tries to fuck a fourth egg into him.
"So good..." She whispers against them, panting into his skin. There's not a lot of room, she notes, feeling her clutch shift inside against her. Frustrated, she tries to push on farther, harder- until suddenly they're crying out beneath her and it's a lot easier.
The hormones must've done their job, then, and it only takes a little bit for the last egg to meet the rest.
She relaxes against them, shifting slightly so she doesn't lay on their newfound egg bump, and maybe so she can run her fingers over it. She's still going to be stuck inside for a while, but the closeness certainly isn't something she'd mind.
"...Proud of yourself?" Sango's voice is hoarse and weak and yeah, maybe she is a little proud of herself as she nods against their shoulder.
She hopes they stick. It's not likely, she knows her chances are deplorable, being a clone, and a male-assigned one at that; And the estrogen probably doesn't help, either, but a naive little part of her still yearns for it.
She never had a real family.
Hachi so badly wants to make one of her own.
But for now, she snuggles up against her Sango, apologetically cleaning up the mess she left on their neck with soft kisses and tender licks.