1
Sophie stood in front of the doorway, uncoerced herself to give in and tap. It was n't that she was scared of what or who was behind the door. There were few affair that Sophie Meyers feared, and her nerdy classmate would never constitute that tilt. Still, something made her pause. pridefulness, maybe.

Steeling herself, she set her jaw and knocked on the door. A few second gear later, the apartment door opened, revealing a tiny Asian girl in chalk and hair that obviously had n't been brushed or washed for years. She froze in the doorway.

'' Hi Tsuki, '' said Sophie. `` I hate doing this to you, but it 's kind of an exigency. Can I crash at your place tonight ? '' She grinned, showing lily-white, perfectly straight person teeth.

'' Um ... '' Tsuki started, faltering almost as soon as she tried.

'' Great ! Thanks. '' Sophie adjusted the bag hanging from her shoulder and pushed past the much scant female child. Sophie looked around. She wrinkled her nose.

Tsuki 's apartment was exactly what she expected. It was small, bland, and crammed with ledger on every available hard surface. There were n't any laurel wreath or personal touches in the independent room. Even the couch looked like it was the meretricious simulation Wal-mart sold. It was exactly the kind of apartment a nerdy girl who actually took college seriously would have.

'' W-what happened ? '' asked Tsuki, closing the door and tracking after Sophie like a puppy.

'' Hm ? Oh, a antic. '' Sophie dropped her bookbag and bag on top of an open book on what she assumed was the coffee tree table. `` Some jackass thought it would be good story to mess with the girls'body of water fastball in my dorm, and now the place is flooded and I have a test tomorrow. Mind if I use your shower ? ``

'' What ? Oh, no ! '' Tsuki protested, darting in presence of Sophie and blocking the way to the bath. `` You can last out here for a dark of row, but my exhibitor is ... ''

'' Ugh, do n't narrate me it 's not working either. '' Sophie rolled her eyes. Just her luck. The one person who would n't bear one or more of their schoolmate begging to couch breakers was the one with a break shower.

'' Broken ? No, it 's ... I mean, yes. Yes, it 's broken. '' Tsuki remained very still, staring at the brunette girl.

'' Well, that 'd explain the hairsbreadth, then, '' said Sophie. Her middle darted from the Asiatic girl 's face up to her dirty, ratty melanise haircloth. No, the truth was that the nerd probably just forgot to bathe for a few days. She often seemed to forget.

It was a shame, Sophie reflected. Tsuki could 've been pretty if she actually tried. She was a five ft nil Asian girl at a scientific discipline focused university. Men went testis over that. She looked soft and inviting, and her timid nature had to be like fissure to the former nerds. Maybe it was the brains who kept the other dweeb away. death Sophie remembered, Tsuki had a full ride and was studying Quantum Physics or some red cent Sophie did n't get.

All that mattered was that the young woman was favorable, sassy, willing to help with some of the bullshit classes to keep Sophie 's required B average, and was too much of a pushover to say no. Like, ever.

'' Yeah ... That 's it. '' Tsuki smiled. It looked as forced as Sophie 's had felt.

'' Whatever, '' said Sophie. She planted herself on the crummy couch. `` Maybe I can grab a exhibitor at the gym in the morning. Tonight though ... What do you be intimate of 17th century French literature ? ``

'' Um. '' A bit of color came to Tsuki 's cheeks. `` Not much. I 'm afraid I 'm not very practiced at lit. Any trig homework ? That hooey 's nice and easy. ``

Sophie stared at Tsuki like she 'd grown a second head. She shook her promontory slowly, pityingly. This was why the miss did n't have much of a sociable spirit outside of times Sophie took pity on Tsuki and got her out for a nighttime when she needed help with her preparation. She was hopeless, but it was skillful to try sometimes. It was like biotic community service.

Oh well. Sophie would take what she could get. Maybe if she got her homework done early, she could holler around and discover someplace better to crash. She still had n't made up with Brad, but he was good with his hands and she definitely needed to take over some tension. She grabbed a battered copy of Swann 's Way and opened it.

Tsuki stood there, frozen, staring at the tanned, brunette girl and wondering what to say or do. She knew that the other girl did n't really like her, but it was skillful to act like she had friends outside of the raise mathematics department sometimes. They were stuffy and serious, and treated her like a child. Sophie ... Well, it was an improvement.

She uprooted herself and went to the kitchen. After a minute, she came back with a glass of blood-red C. Tsuki set it down on the table next to Sophie and took the other side of the couch. She pulled her Holy Scripture out from under the bag and tried to resume her reading.

'' Aw, thanks, '' said Sophie, grabbing the glass and draining half of it in one go. Her blessing made Tsuki squirm.

The two sat there in secretiveness, write for Sophie 's occasional complaint about the prose, for nearly an hour before Tsuki got the call.

2

The cell rang with a prepackaged, bland tone. The sound of it stirred the two girl from their studying stupor. Tsuki fished it out of her pouch and answered it. After a minute, she stood up and stepped to the far side of the tiny flat, hunched over and engrossed in the call.

Sophie abandoned her book instantly, instead watching Tsuki and trying desperately to overhear whatever was being said. Was it a boy ? That 'd give her enough to tease Tsuki for at least the repose of the Night. Or maybe ... Was it a girl, and that 's why she was being so secretive about it ? Tease fodder for the yr, at least.

Tsuki remained hunched over as she listened to the person on the other end. She said fiddling, but nodded a lot and said yes. Sophie craned closer, desperate for anything she could use.

She received nil. Tsuki hung up and turned around. Sophie forced herself to sit back and look casual.

'' Everything alright ? '' asked Sophie. She fought to keep her case neutral.

Tsuki gave a unretentive, spry nod. `` Yes, yes, it 's ... mulct. My wise man is calling me into the lab. One of the experiments has ... '' she faltered and cleared her throat. `` Nothing you care about. Nerd stuff, you know ? But it means I have to go in for a dyad hours. Will you be okay staying here on your own ? '' She bit her lip.

Sophie decided to throw her a os. `` Yeah, of course. You take care of whatever you need to do and I 'll study and, like, watch youtube or something. ``

The Asian girlfriend let out a sigh of relief. Not all of the tenseness left her berm, but well-nigh of it did. `` Good. facilitate yourself to anything in the fridge. If you get tired, film my bed. And ... Whatever you do, do n't try the shower. It 's not workings and you could hurt yourself. ``

Something about it seemed off. It was such a particular thing to avoid, especially for a pushover like Tsuki to mention it multiple clip instead of just letting it go. Slowly, she nodded her understanding, though her peculiarity sank its claws in her and dug in.

'' Yeah, do n't worry about it. Missing a shower wo n't kill me. '' She looked up and down Tsuki again. The implication was there, and the Asiatic withered.

'' Well. OK. '' She grabbed her bag and slung it over her berm. She left the apartment in a hurriedness. A moment the deadbolt turned, and Sophie was completely alone.

Sophie picked up the Word of God on the table. She tried to force herself to give care about it, just enough to finish the recitation for the night so the test the next day would n't breach her. She tried. But then she looked up towards the john. The toilet she was supposed to be careful about.

No one told Sophie Meyers no. She did n't need license for anything, and certainly not from a spineless wonk like Tsuki. The fille was dessert and knew her place well-nigh of the clip, but this was dissimilar. What could be so grave about the shower ? Did it only blast hot water supply ? Big quite a little. Unless.

Her eye lit up. She let out a high pitched giggle the moment the thinking entered her intellect and took root. No, there was probably a very unspoiled reason Tsuki wanted Sophie to avoid the shower. It probably had all of her sex toy in there !

Yeah, that had to be it. Tsuki was repressed as perdition and tense. The pathetic lady friend probably masturbated three times a day just to avoid imploding from her course load and gross want of a social life !

She was up in a flash and in the bathroom before the book hit the coffee table.

Once the light was on, Sophie 's turmoil spiked. Her spunk thudded in her chest. The rain shower was covered with a Amytal tarp. Even if it was broken, who would cover it like this ? Who would even have a tarpaulin handy ? She crept forward.

The chance that it could 've really been broken crossed her judgement, but she ignored it in party favor of the mental mental image of an entire row of dildos and vibrators. Maybe Tsuki was even naughty enough to have the ones from that site Bad Dragon. She was going to die when Sophie set them out on the coffee tree board ! She 'd promise to do all of Sophie 's homework in central for not telling. For the full semester at least.

She pulled the tarpaulin off slowly. It pooled on the level, revealing an enclosed rain shower behind fully transparent glass. And inside was ...

Nothing. cypher occupy. There was a tub of shampoos and soaps, and a brushwood for her book binding. The only affair that was even a minuscule bit unearthly in the shower was the red clitoris stuck to the wall. It looked like one of those novelty easy buttons from staples that talked when you pressed it. Sophie opened the door and turned the exhibitioner on.

low temperature water splashed over her hired man, quickly warming up to the last location used. It did n't get too hot or suddenly turn cold. It did n't leak and glut the bathroom. There was nix unseasonable with it, and there was nothing incriminating to be used against Tsuki. Sophie frowned.

Oh well. She really did involve a shower, and getting one would be enough to tweak Tsuki 's nose about her warning. She looked over her shoulder. Her part with clothes were in her bag. There was a chance that Tsuki would be back soon, and Sophie could still be in the shower, or walking out au naturel. The mental epitome of shock on Tsuki 's cheek made her grin.

She peeled off her clothes and strew them around the bathroom like she owned the place. She did n't love what it was about the girl that made her finger so infernal bratty, but it was too fun to fend. Sophie did a short twisting, stopping to look up to her reflection and blinking at it.

She was almost a perfect opposite to Tsuki. She was just a span inches shy of six foot. She had a toned, lithe, moon-curser 's consistency that was tanned from hr of carefully sunning herself. Her small b cup breasts suited her flimsy bod. Her dark brown hair went past her shoulders and was currently tied in a ponytail. She was all wooden leg and slender curves, and in love with everything about her appearance.

Sophie blew a candy kiss to her reflection and hopped in the shower.

For the next XX minutes all trouble about homework and sprightliness evaporated along with the steam. The unproblematic joy of hot water beating against her physical structure lifted her up and calmed her pile. By the fourth dimension she 'd finished washing and turned the shower off, all thoughts of tormenting her nerdy friend were gone, replaced with placidity contentment.

Until she noticed the push again.

3

At that point Sophie had forgotten all about Tsuki 's warning about her shower bath. It was clearly rubber, and the alone Wyrd thing about it was the stupid widget release that was stuck to the paries. She stared at it for a moment, considering just ignoring it and maybe ordering a pizza and watching Netflix. She was about to pass for the door when she paused.

Sophie hit the button.

'' That was well-off ! '' the button said in its tinny voice.

'' Huh, '' said Sophie. She shrugged and reached for the door.

The wall next to the clitoris rippled.

Sophie froze.

Out of the bulwark came a long, strange, over-embellished process. It grew out of nothing, pushing through the strange night shimmer of the shower wall. It stretched towards her, forcing her against the door. It waved in the air slowly, like it was swaying to an underwater electric current. It was a sorry purple tentacle, roughly four metrical unit long and as thick around as her shank at the basis, tapering off to as thick as her radiocarpal joint at the tip.

'' What the actual fuck, '' said Sophie. `` What ? HOW ? '' Her heart pounded in her chest as the tentacle waved in the air, touching nothing but getting snug and closer to her. The tip landed on her shoulder with a wet plop. It stroked her shoulder and she let out a shriek.

It was warm. That surprised her Sir Thomas More than anything. It looked like it should feel cold, rubbery, and fake. It was n't. It was as ardent as the shower bath pee had been. It was wet, but not slimy. As it stroked her shoulder joint and the suckers played over her skin, the closest comparing she could make believe was a kiss. It was like the purplish tentacle was planting lingering kisses over her skin.

Then it hits her. `` Oh, you got ta be fucking kidding me, '' Sophie said. `` No way. The nerdy fucking Asian school girl has a tentacle button in her shower ! '' laugh wracked her body. She would 've fallen to the floor in hysterics if her laughter did n't attract the tentacle. The tip slid upwards to cup her face. Her cutis tingled pleasantly where the suckers went.

'' Oh, hell no, '' she said. She slapped the tentacle away, mirth replaced with incredulity. Tsuki was not going to live this down. This was beneficial than a cascade full of sex toys, or finding out the lady friend was secretly dating another swot missy. When Tsuki found out that Sophie knew her deviate closed book, she 'd do anything to keep open it quiet.

She reached past the tentacle and hit the release again to get rid of the tentacle.

'' That was easy ! ``

The tentacle did n't disappear. The brightness in the bathroom wavered dark again. She felt warmth at her back, then it was pushing her away from the door. She whirled around to see a thicker, curt red tentacle hanging from the door.

It reached for her.

Sophie backed away from it, right into the purple tentacle. It wrapped around her from behind, sliding itself between her breast. It squeezed, gently but firmly and all of the chump on her pelt sucked and kissed at once. She shivered. She could experience her teat harden.

'' Oh god, what the fuck ... '' she shuddered with disgust, but her eubstance had a much unlike reaction. The red tentacle reached for her, stretching across the rain shower to join the purple one. She slapped at it. It drooped for a back, then reached for her again. The imperial one curled around her right breast, suckers kissing and nibbling at her flesh as it cupped it.

She slapped at that one too. It squeezed harder and harder until it made her cry out. One patsy found her laborious brown teat and latched on. She froze in place as it sucked and pulled on her sensitive nub. Her stifle shook and she let out a low, throaty moan.

'' shtup ... No, this is n't risible anymore ! '' Sophie 's heart was in her throat and thudding so loudly she could get word nothing else. She slammed her hand against the button and pressed it repeatedly. `` Please go please go please go ... '' she pleaded.

'' That was - that was - that - that was prosperous ! '' The button mocked her as more tentacles were brought into cosmos, covering the surface of the shower.

They came in every color and size imaginable. Short yellow ones circled around her ankle joint, gripping her and holding her in space. A garden pink one came from the showerhead and wrapped around her throat, squeezing enough to cut off the air without completely choking her. The red one grabbed her arm and pulled her to the center of the shower bath while a pair of others waved in the air, waiting. Each one moved independently from each other, yet they seemed to have a rough-cut goal in controlling the lithe co-ed.

No matter how hard Sophie pulled and tried to break discharge, the tentacles held fast and squeezed her tighter and tighter with each new battle. scare made her thrash for her freedom, but it was futile. She was helpless ; a slave to whatever the tentacles wanted to do to her. Fear gripped her, but it was n't alone.

For as disgusting and unnatural as it was, Sophie could n't refuse the way the all-day sucker made her skin tingle and want More. No subject how hard she fought to get away, it would n't block up her from getting wet at the loss of control and the look of a one C kiss across her consistence, moving and devouring more of her.

For better or worse the tentacles had her. A iniquity, depraved, repressed slope of her wanted them back. She let out a sob as she realized her fate.

4

There was no doubtfulness in Sophie 's psyche that the tentacles were at to the lowest degree partially level-headed, or driven by something intelligent. It did n't touch her like a uncanny creature feeling something new. No, the way it bound her and slid its suckers across her cutis screamed knowledge and experience. There was no way the tentacles on her breasts sucking her nipples were an accident.

The two tentacles on her tits cupped them as a lover would. The warm branch trailed up to caress her typeface as they slid down at a agonising hurrying. The slick all-day sucker would latch on to her mamilla and the integral thing would wrestle in blank space, sucking hard enough to attain her eyes roll into the back of her head and a low whine escape her mouth.

Then it 'd drag downwards, letting her teat out with a pop and a second of relief from that full-blooded sucking before the side by side, pocket-sized sucker latched on. Each one came with a squeak and a warp from her stifle, which she struggled to retain together. Try as she might to hate it and stay silent, her traitorous pussy drooled from the treatment.

A fresh tentacle pressed against her pussy. Sophie 's branch gave out and she fell. The tentacles around her arm and ankles kept her up, suspended in the hot glass cage she was in. She frantically pressed her knees together. It only served to urge the tentacle against her more as it undulated in berth, grinding her sensitive twat against it.

'' Oh god ... Fuck fuck have intercourse ! '' Sophie squealed and struggle against her bonds. They squeezed back, hard enough to her and thrust her to stop her fight. All while the three limbs wriggled against her tits and pussy. She clenched her centre shut and cursed as her body footing against it involuntarily.

'' That was easy. That was easy. ``

Her optic dart open. A burnished blue monstrosity that looked like an sea anemone pressed against the clit on the wall. Two more tentacles came into existence right field in front of her. They were bright yellow and resembled a pair of long, slender serpent, right down to what looked like mouth on the end.
The anemone on the wall twitched and the button was pried off. It slid to the merchant ship of the shower, away from any of the swaying appendages.

'' Please ... Please turn back, '' Sophie moaned. The two newest tentacles moved in towards her sassing. Her eyes widened and she struggled again, turning her fountainhead to the face. Anything to get away from whatever it was they bridge player planned for her.

The tip of one opened up to read a wide maw. Inside it was ringed with flyspeck, sharp teeth. She got to see it for just long enough for her profligate to turn to ice before it launched itself at her. She felt a sharp prick on the side of her neck. infliction flared, then melted away into a hot throbbing in her neck opening and in her blood.

Her intact soundbox suddenly felt loose and hot. The humans shrunk down to the throbbing, going from her neck all through her body as she grew weaker and washy. A present moment later she realized it was her heartbeat she could feel, and the rest of the body throbbed in time.

The tentacle on her slit flicked up and she opened her mouth to pant. The other snake like tendril shot into her backtalk, and those phonograph needle latched onto her tongue. She knew she should 've been concerned or hurt, but the pain in the ass went away even more quickly this time, replaced with euphoria and a sense of her tongue being too big for her mouth.

Then the acerate leaf retracted and the orifice closed in on her tongue and more of the tentacles'strange suck soothed it. It sucked in time with the throbbing, in prison term with the tentacles on her twat and bosom. What fiddling cognizance Sophie had outside of her body dimly noted out in sync it all was. She could feel the yoke of tentacles all around her body moving to the metre, and her own body responded in time.

Sophie moaned around the tentacle, moving her tongue in and out of it and shuddering with delight at the way it bobbed up and down on her tongue as if her little garden pink muscle was a peter and the icteric tendril was doing its best to give suck it off. It took one last foresighted suck before detaching from her tongue with a wet pop.

The enthralled co-ed licked her mouth. Her tongue and throat felt heavenly. `` What ... '' she started, swallowing down a river of saliva. It did n't facilitate. It felt like she was drooling nonstop. `` What have you done to me ? ``

There was something untimely with her voice. It sounded frown, huskier, and tinny. It was almost as if there were two of her oral presentation simultaneously. She should 've been panicking and fighting. She should 've been worried. All she could concentre on was the two yellow Python hovering in front of her boldness while her bonds moved to her heartbeat.

The two tendrils closed up until those gob were but pinpoints. The crown swelled, becoming more bellied, close-fitting to a soma Sophie knew and knew well. They snaked forward and one pressed against her lips. Sophie obediently opened her rima oris just enough for it to labour forward.

She met it with her tongue, flicking over the head and welcoming it in. She puckered her mouth and drew them across the nous of the tendril like she would any other cock. Unlike a cock, it was n't too truehearted to move around in her sassing. It slid in and she opened herself up to it, running her natural language along the undersurface and sucking on it, unconsciously matching her heartbeat.

It filled her mouth bit by bit and she wanted more. More of that tendril to suck and please, to a greater extent of the tentacle dutifully grinding against her sopping wet puss as it enticed her to act as with them. She sucked with a fervor she 'd never known with a man. The tendrils swelled in her mouth, pausing before pushing against her throat.

Her cry of protestation went unheard. The wooden-headed yellow foreland pressed slowly but insistently. She tried pulling away, but the purple tentacle around the cover of her neck held her there as she was taken. They undulated, pressing her glossa down as it pushed one more prison term against her pharynx before slipping down into it.

Sophie 's entire body convulsed. She saw white as a full body tremor wracked her body. She clenched her legs together around that sarcoid appendage as her body gave in and came at the trespass in her throat. Her kitty and throat clenched and unclenched in unison again and again as her dead body betrayed her need to submit.

The tendril in her throat undulated in a wave, starting at her sass and going down her swallowing throat. Drool pooled from her lip and dripped onto her covered knocker as the tentacle violated her lip with the same agonizingly steady beat.

Her orgasm drew back just enough to result her wanting more, grinding her puss against the tentacle and trying to spark off it again. She wanted it. She needed it. Sophie felt bout running down her face as she kept swallowing and swallowing and breathing as much as she could through her nose.

The second jaundiced python-like tentacle brushed up against her button. She jumped and let out another repress moan. She could finger it open up once more and take her needy nub into its maw and suck on it. Sophie humped forward against it frantically.

Then she felt the needle-like teeth extend and she had just sufficiency time to realize what it meant before they sank into her clitoris. Agonizing oestrus flooded her puss for an flash, only to crap that throbbing throughout her body crest and peak. Her entire trunk arched and them crumpled like a marionette with its strings cut.

Sophie came again.

Whatever venom the twin snakes kept pumping into her torso, Sophie would 've sold her soul for More of it. She lay in the tentacles'hold helpless to the convulsions that wracked her body without end. The invader in her pharynx pushed forward until she could sense it halfway down to her stomach.

The orgasm did n't end. It stayed at its height, locked there and not dying, not finishing, not giving her the satisfaction she needed. She sobbed with every hint of breath she could afford to give, moaning and squealing around the tendril while she continued to drip her tommyrot all over herself.

A new bulge pressed against her lips from the tendril. Sophie struggled to open her mouthpiece wider to let it in while her body continued to shake. The protrusion moved inward, against her pulsating throat and fillet. Sophie sucked and swallowed it down, and the dam burst.

The bulge went down her throat in one long question until it got to the bulgy principal. The tendril shuddered and unloaded its thick prize right down her throat.

Sophie 's orgasm finally continued. All conscious mentation left her as she abandoned herself to the pleasure and the tendril 's thick load filled her stomach.

Ten, XX, xxx seconds passed in a daze as she swallowed everything she could. Still more hightail it from her sass and oozed down her mentum. It was the thickest cum she 'd ever drank and there was just so a great deal of it. It took nearly a full phase of the moon min before the tendril softened and withdrew.

Sophie gagged and some of it came up. Her head lolled forward and she saw it was a violent shade of purple. Still more felt like it was going to add up up. Sophie breathed in and out and struggled to make water her thoughts focus, her heart stop trouncing so fast, her tortured and teased pussy stop leaking.

'' Gawwwd ... '' Her voice was husky, but there was very picayune pain. She moved her jaw in a set. It hurt, but she seemed OK. Even the tentacles seemed to be quieting down. They slid away from her pap, which now had dark bruises over every visible surface. The ones around her blazonry slackened, and she fell to the ground.

Sophie rolled over to her incline, shuddering. She did n't want to travel. Her entire consistence ached, and the throbbing where the similitude tendrils bit would n't hold on. Sophie hugged herself, only to encounter her stomach distended.

She felt the dude of her breadbasket and her hired man jerked away with a start. She looked down and gasped. It looked like she was three calendar month pregnant. She swallowed and with repugnance realized that she was wide-cut and shut to puking with the brute 's seed. Now that it was over, repulsion took over again.

Sophie forced herself to revolve over, onto her hands and stifle. The tentacles were already stirring from their lethargy. This was her chance. If she was ever going to get away from them, she had to act fast.

The co-ed slowly turned around. She slid her stifle along the still wet flat coat carefully. She did n't believe the tentacles could see, but they sure as pit reacted to noise. almost of them were two metrical foot up. If she kept low, she could slue out before they could grab her.

She reached forward for the door and paused. The thick red tentacle was already angling towards her. Sophie surged forward. She grabbed a detainment of the doorway and threw it open. It was now or never. Sophie gathered her specialty and leapt.

A tentacle wrapped around her leg and stopped her. The air went out of her the second she crashed on the ground.

'' Oh god ! Oh god no no no no, '' she whispered as more meet around her arms and legs again, eager for a daily round two. They pulled her up by her limbs, suspending her once more. This time she was face down. This time the tentacles pulled her legs apart, exposing her.

'' Please, just let me go, '' Sophie begged. teardrop welled up in her optic. `` Please. '' Her body cried out for Sir Thomas More, but she wanted zippo more than to get away. She should 've listened to Tsuki. She should n't have gone in the shower just to spite her.
From behind, the two snakelike appendages pressed up against her pussy, writhing around as it sought her hole out.

'' No ! No ! ``

They pressed in together.

5

Sophie did n't know how much time had passed. She was barely able to think, let alone about anything as complicated as the passage of metre. After a while, the tentacles had become comfortable. Being suspended was n't so bad. She felt more or to a lesser extent weightless as the similitude tendrils repeatedly pounded her well used pussy.

She 'd lost count of how many clock time they 'd spin together to force a thicker, ribbed fellow member to bed her with. It was clear they were driven by something intelligent, something with a demented sensory faculty of humor that wanted to play with Sophie and overwhelm her preceding her breaking point. That breaking point had been at least an minute ago, as far as she could tell.

Her entire body shook as the tendrils writhed within her, filling her up all the way to her cryptical profundity and grinding against it. Sophie shuddered and her body weakly tried to impress against it. She did n't own the energy to fuck. She barely had the energy to sustain her oculus give and try to avoid dripping copious sum of violet tinted tommyrot onto the floor.

The rhythm never died. Her twinkling had slowed down, and the ass slowed with it. Her pussy was filled with a thump then emptied with a thump, only to be refilled again. Squelching was the sole sound in the privy as the tentacles displaced old cum as they worked to fill her again with their seemingly never ending load.

She did n't like. She wanted it. Each prison term those yellow-bellied python shuddered and filled her again, her stallion body would convulse and pure bliss would white out her public. It was only when she could feel cum dripping from her that she 'd come down for it and strike advance falloff in the tentacles'clench. Sophie 's bloated stomach dragged along the floor of the shower.

It was what was meant to happen. She belonged there, being filled and bred for its delight. Nothing else mattered. She idly sucked on the end of a modest green tentacle, wishing it too would cum for her. Just fill her mouthpiece and make her gag ...

Sophie shuddered and rocked her body back to touch the changeless thrusts. She let out a low, pleased moan. Her twat was so sore, but she needed it. She needed it so badly.

'' Oh my god ... ''

Sophie lifted her head up. Though it was blurry behind the foggy Methedrine of the shower, there was no mistaking Tsuki standing in the doorway, horror on her face.

'' Oh my god, Sophie, no ... '' She crept forward, covering her mouth with her hand. `` I told you not to go in here ! I told you it was dangerous ! '' Tsuki 's voice wavered.

Sophie did n't know why. She was right where she meant to be. She slurped loudly around the green tentacle in her mouth, tongue dancing with the moving tip and feeling the sucker on her swollen, throbbing tongue.

Tsuki rushed in the bathroom and went through the boxershorts. Whatever she was looking for was nowhere to be seen. She tore her bathroom apart.

The tendrils in Sophie 's snatch paused with a quiver. They knew. It was the only explanation Sophie had. They knew what was about to encounter, so they doubled their movement. They disengaged from each early and doubleteamed her the old fashioned way.

One tendril would withdraw right as the former pressed forward. They stretched her out and picked up the yard. They pounded her harder and harder as the remainder of the tentacles waved around furiously, warding off the unwished-for invader who was out to ruin their fun.

'' Hold on, I promise I 'll help ! '' Tsuki cried out.

Sophie gagged around the tentacle in her mouthpiece. This was too often. This was it. They were going to have it off her to end. She was going to die cumming from a penetrating alienate monstrosity, and she was going to roll in the hay every fucking instant of it. Her oculus rolled into the spinal column of her head.

The Gemini were a blur, moving in and out and keeping her on the absolute boundary while the former tentacles lashed. More than a few hit her body, but she was beyond pain. Every stinging slap against her bloated, used body was ecstasy.

'' Aha ! '' Tsuki held up a similar button, painted black. She slammed her fist against it.

The tendrils thrust one more than time, expelling their last onus into Sophie 's body. She clamped down, entire body failing her as she tensed up tight enough to snap, then fell limp. She fell to the bathroom floor, feeling the sweet batch of cum spilling out of here. There was simply no elbow room left interior of her. Though the tentacles were now gone, the entire seat of the rain shower was a dark regal pool from the lusus naturae 's seed, refusing to go down into the drain.

The shower door opened. Tsuki knelt down beside Sophie, wincing at the disgusting feel of the hot, thick cum against her knees. She reached out and gently touched Sophie 's shoulder.

'' I am so sorry. I am so, so meritless ! I would 've been back here Oklahoman, but ... '' Tsuki swallowed hard. Her voice was failing her now, and she struggled to breathe through the burning in her eyes.

'' I promise we 'll make this right. We 'll make this right, and you 'll be okay. Just ... god, delight forgive me for this. ``

Sophie 's head lolled over to stare somewhere near Tsuki. Her warm brown eyes were glazed over, and had a new empurple tint to them, not unlike the kitty she was lying in. She licked her lips and spoke, slowly.


'' Fucking ... Perve. I 'm ... telling ... Everyone. '' She let out a breathless, pained laugh before the entire universe went mercifully inglorious. Her last thought before she passed out was of wishing she 'd found that button even sooner .