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The Lycan woman being brought towards the door looked similar to the photo Carter had seen online, though she was much more cleaned up now. Her wild hair was brushed and she was dressed fully. They probably made her look nicer for adoption. Almost as soon as Carter's hand took the envelope and then the leash, the two that dropped off the Lycan seemed to practically run to their car. It made him a little worrisome that he had gotten himself into more than he could handle. Sure, she was sedated now, but they were clearly happy to get rid of her.

"Let's go inside," said Carter as he led her into his home. The doorway led into the living room, and once he had shut the door behind them, he let go of the leash. Once he was sure she wasn't going to freak out he would take off the collar and such, but for now, it seemed like a good idea to keep it on. The living room had a small sofa with a coffee table and a television in it, which had video games and movies stacked neatly in the cabinet underneath the TV.

Sitting on the sofa, Carter opened up the yellowy envelope and looked at the contents inside. He thought it a little cruel to have her wearing a collar. It reminded him of a shock collar on a dog. But he would cross that bridge when he got there. Lycans, as he had read online, could be dangerous. He would keep the collar on her just until he knew she wasn't going to attack him or anything.

"The papers say your name is Tessa. Is that what you want me to call you? My name is Carter." As he spoke, he held some of the papers in his hand. They all had various information on it and he would probably read more of it later. For now, he wanted to make sure this Lycan, Tessa, was able to transition smoothly into his home. This was her home, now too, and he wanted her to know that.

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The slight, but surprisingly gentle tug on the leash urged her inside, and Tessa found herself staring at the back of his head until they were inside and the door was shut. His hair was so bright. What was more surprising than the vibrant color of his hair, however, was the way that he released the leash once they were inside. Just like that? Surely this was a trick! Had they not told him anything about her when he'd done the adoption, was he believing he was getting a calm, docile lycan? Interesting. Humans were... so strange, still, it seemed that hadn't changed. Anytime she thought she was starting to understand the species at all, they did something she didn't expect.

She watched him sit down but made no move to leave the spot she'd paused in, her eyes moving between him and the door multiple times before she rubbed at her eyes again. The damn sedatives always made her so sleepy. She looked back at him at the sound of her name, cocking her head slightly as she realized what he was saying. Her name, and his.

"Tessa." She repeated her name but otherwise said nothing, already looking around the room before taking one small, hesitant step further into the house. It was surprisingly neat, almost as if he had been expecting her, oh, of course he'd been expecting her! "Tessa. Carter."

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It seemed that the Lycan was capable of understanding and speaking speech, which was a large relief. In her personal profile online, there wasn't a large amount of information about her so he wasn't sure what exactly to expect. Some research told him to prepare for the worse, though it seemed maybe Tessa wouldn't be so bad. The search had pointed out that some Lycans weren't able to speak or understand words well and that they had to be taught like a child.  It was a relief that he didn't have to worry about that.

"Well, nice to meet you, Tessa," said Carter as he laid the paperwork and the folder on the coffee table in front of him. He kept the remote for the collar near him, though. He'd want to take it off of her once he was sure he could trust her, but he didn't want her to take the remote and either hurt herself with it or take the collar off before they were ready for that step. Tessa's small step further into the house was a welcoming sight. Perhaps she'd adjust well. Carter was hopeful, though he knew he might be encountering an entirely different personality when the drugs wore off.

"Did they feed you breakfast? Are you hungry? I can make you something to eat," offered the man in an attempt to make her feel more welcomed into her new home.

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While she was perfectly fine that he was all the way on the couch far from her, Tessa did not like the way that he kept the remote so close. She knew full well what it did to the collar around her neck, and although she'd only managed to incur the wrath of the staff a handful of times, she would never forget how much it hurt when they used it.

"No breakfast." Nor did she think she could eat with the nausea the sedative came with. Just the thought of it made her stomach churn slightly as she continued to look around the house, making no move to go forward until she'd analyzed her surroundings the best she could. The different escape routes if she needed them, how many rooms there were, and where the highest point was that she could survey better from.

A part of her was ready to bolt and find somewhere, anywhere that gave her an advantage to hide in. The other part knew if she made one wrong move, she might find herself trapped or punished for it, and after she finished surveying her attention returned to him.

"Where to hide?" Her English was neither fantastic nor terrible, and she awkwardly voiced the question while hovering close to the door of the house. The leash still hung loosely down her front as she fiddled with it, deciding that as soon as she was alone she could work on removing it entirely.

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After declining breakfast, Carter watched the Lycan woman look around the house. It seemed like she was trying to take in every detail possible. He didn't blame her for that, of course. This was an entirely new environment and he wasn't sure she had even been in a house before. The poor girl was probably super overwhelmed.

"Where to hide?" he repeated, not expecting that question to be asked. "Well, I don't know about hiding but I have a room ready for you." Carter stood up and motioned for Tessa to follow him. He walked towards and then down the hallway that was connected to the living room and stopped at the first set of doors, opening the left one. "This is your room," he said as he opened the door.

The room was small, but so were all the rooms in the house. It had a small wooden dresser, a bed, and a nightstand next to the bed, but that was all. When he moved in, all this furniture was already in this room, but Carter didn't have many guests that a guest room was needed, so he just left it as is. When preparing for Tessa, however, he had made some changes and made sure it was livable. The window only opened a small bit so he was sure she couldn't open it and crawl out and the door locked from the hallway instead of inside the room. Research had told him that Lycans could be escape artists so he took precautions. The bed was made with a warm, dark blue comforter and matching pillows.

Once the door was open, he moved out of the way so she could enter. "You can come in here whenever you want. It's your room."

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Well, that had gone easier than expected. Tessa hadn't expected him to understand what she'd meant so quickly, let alone accept it without getting angry. He even showed her to somewhere that not only could she hide for now, but he was saying the room was for her. She had her own room? Surely there was a catch to it and it was merely a reinforced cell like at the shelter, but as she cautiously walked after him and peered through the open door, she found it was anything but a cell.

Even though it was small like some of the better quality cells for the well behaved Lycans at the shelter, this one offered a proper bed complete with colored bedding, and two other items of furniture. It even had a window she could look out of, and once he was out of the way she slunk through the doorway and immediately over to the window. She could see outside.

"Mine?" She turned partway from the window to look at him with a confused expression, her attention divided between the outdoors and this man who had adopted her. He didn't seem too bad so far, but many of them didn't until they decided she wasn't nearly civilized enough for their taste. So many of the workers had gotten overly pushy and frustrated with her, and biting them had only made her situation worse. "Why you get me?"

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Tessa immediately went to the window, which was a bit amusing to Carter. Though, he wondered if she got to see much of the outside in the shelter. He had never actually been inside a Lycan shelter before, only seen pictures occasionally online. She probably didn't have a window, he assumed. "Yeah. This is your room. I have one down the hall, but this one is yours," assured Carter.

Her next question made him take a moment to think about how he wanted to phrase his answer. He was going to be honest, but he wasn't sure if it would make the same sense to her as it would him. "Well, I was lonely. And I thought if I adopted a Lycan, I could make their life better, too." Tessa just looked so sad in her photo. They all did, really. Either the photographers for the shelter were bad at their job or all the Lycans housed there were just sad and angry.

"Can I take the leash off? I don't think we need it inside the house." Carter stepped into the doorway of the bedroom but remained several feet apart. They were both still wary of each other and he didn't want to risk making her uncomfortable.

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"Lonely." Why would a human be lonely when they had all the freedom in the world to socialize with their own kind? Tessa gave him a strange look at his answer, one hand pressed against the window as she nudged through the blinds and one going to the collar around her neck. The leash, of course. The shelter had learned their lesson after some of their earlier captures and reinforced and made the leashes more difficult to unclip, at least according to the rumors between the wolves. Just because she didn't want anything to do with the humans didn't mean she avoided talking to her own kind, and she'd had a handful of conversations with the nearby cells containing other "untamed" Lycans before her sudden adoption.

"No leash." She sounded uncertain and fumbled with it, the metal digging into her fingertips as she tried and failed to undo it. Either they had really upgraded them, or she was having trouble as the sedative settled in and began to taper off. Whatever the case, it left her no option but to allow the human to remove it unless she wanted to drag it around indefinitely.

Her hand fell from the leash and she stepped away from the window slightly, watching him from across the room before she finally grabbed the length of the leash and held it out toward him silently. It never seemed to take the handlers long to clip it on or take it off, but they were professionally trained with all of their equipment and he was not. Still, what was the worst that was going to happen? He looked just as wary of her as she was of him.

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"Lonely," agreed Carter with a nod. She seemed a little confused by that and he wondered why but decided it was best to leave the subject for now. He was more concerned with getting her comfortable around him and the house. Once she was comfortable, Carter was sure things would be easier for the both of them.

It seemed that Tessa didn't know how to unclip the leash, which was understandable. The handlers probably made it difficult on purpose. She was receptive to his offer of removing it, though. He took the few steps forward to get closer to her and took the leash that she held out to him.

Slowly and carefully, so he wouldn't spook her, Carter reached under her chin to the clip of the leash. It took him a second to figure out because it had a double locking mechanism, but he got it off and laid it on top of the dresser for now.

"There you go." Carter took a step back and smiled softly at her. "We'll work on taking the collar off later. I think we'll keep it on for a while, though." It seemed a little cruel to make the collar permanent, but he didn't want to risk either of them getting hurt.

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Tessa only realized when he stepped back that she'd been holding her breath, and her eyes shifted between the dresser and him before she made a face. It didn't really feel any better to have the leash off, but at least now she had the freedom of being able to move around without someone yanking her every which way. In fact, as soon as she had a chance she intended to dispose of the leash however she could, even if that meant stashing it somewhere he simply couldn't find it, since she doubted he would just let her roam around freely.

The fact that the collar was remaining on only reinforced that thought, although she was mystified by his comment about taking it off later. Did he intend to release her back to her own people, or did he intend to try and befriend her and trust she wouldn't harm him? Despite being half animal, Tessa wasn't overly violent by nature. She was young, unused to civilization despite her limited speech and ability to understand basic human conveniences. She understood just fine what bathrooms were, how toilets and showers worked, and even things like shampoo and soap, although her selection of them had always been limited even when living with her own people. Their noses were rather sensitive, after all, and most products were either natural or unscented to avoid making them sick.

"Food... later?" She rubbed at her eyes and returned to the window, satisfied with the distance between it and where he now stood smiling. Strange creature, smiling in the face of what most would consider danger, and offering her food and a room of her own. Whatever the catch was here, she was going to enjoy it until it showed.

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Tessa didn't seem too bothered by the collar remaining on her, which made Carter feel better. She was probably just used to wearing it from where she came from, but it looked uncomfortable in his opinion. He just also didn't trust her without it, though. Surely, they'd be able to work things out soon enough. Or at least he hoped.

"We can have food later," agreed the man with a nod of his head. "Just tell me when you're hungry and I'll make you something to eat. I'm going to go finish reading these papers out here." The room was secure, as was the house, so he was fine with leaving her in the room to wake up fully from the sedatives and adjust. Besides, he wanted to look over all the paperwork and make sure there wasn't any specific he needed to do. The handlers that brought her were too quick to leave, not letting him have any time to ask any questions. Carter was lucky he had done some research before they got here.

Shutting the door partly, Carter walked down the hallway and returned to the couch where he could sit and look through the papers. He was wearing a jacket, so he put the remote in the pocket for now. He would have to take extra care not to lose it or let Tessa get to it. He was sure she'd try to destroy it if she had the chance, though he was hopeful he wouldn't have to use it. Tessa seemed calm at the moment, but Carter wasn't sure how much of that calm was personality and how much of it was sedatives.

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"Food later." Tessa nodded her head and watched him leave the room before she turned back to the window, staring outside and taking in the scenery curiously. This wasn't anything like the shelter, but it also wasn't quite like her life with her own people had been. It was possibly something in the middle, but that still remained to be seen once she was fully sobered up and he'd adjusted to having her in his home.

Tessa went to the door after a minute of looking out the window, peering out it and down the hall to see where he was sitting on the couch with her paperwork. The remote was nowhere in sight, which meant he clearly had it on him or had hidden it so she couldn't get to it. Smart man, which was unfortunate for her, because it signaled that he wasn't completely unwilling to use it. Then again, what human wouldn't defend themselves if they feared an attack by a wild animal, whether they were in human form or not? Her pointed ears, when exposed, were an easy way for anyone to identify what she was, and then the sharp canines inside her mouth that grew to much bigger when she was granted the freedom to shift.

Having spotted where he was and establishing that he was far away enough he couldn't stop her from closing the door, she closed it quietly and then moved over by the bed to push at the nightstand. It took some effort to figure out how to maneuver it across the carpeted floor at first, but once she figured out how to do it she made haste in moving it over to put against the door and keep it blocked.

The next step was investigating the bed, which she started by sniffing at it and poking at the covers. They were soft, and after a moment of contemplation she sprawled out on the mattress and pressed her face into the pillow. It was far softer than anything the shelter had provided during her stay there, but it didn't feel safe. That could be remedied easily enough, some pushing at the bed to ensure there was some space between it and the wall before she pulled all the covers off and onto the floor to create a sort of nest for herself. _Perfect._


[User] Serana waited shortly as Alex went to put on his shoes, something she also had never seen before. Humans has such intriguing things, she thought to herself. When he came back she followed him outside smiling. "Indeed. A lovely day. No rain, no clouds. The sun is very pretty and warm. I never had anything like this back home." She commented as they walked towards the store. "What do you enjoy doing whenever you have free time?" She asked wanting to start a conversation.

[Assistant] "What I do for fun? Well." Alex paused, thinking for a moment. "I like to keep myself in shape. Past that I also like reading, music, and playing games. Nothing too out of the ordinary for a human. But I imagine those are all at least sorta different for you, right?" He did wonder, she'd probably never seen a book before... "I can show you a bit about that stuff when we get home. But yes! It's a very nice day with really good company. I'm glad we got paired up." Speaking with a smile, Alex gave a quiet nod as they arrived at the store. While monsters weren't unheard of in the city, Serana still got a few stares as they entered it.

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"Games?" Serana asked curiously. "What are games? And what do you read? Stone parchments? We have those back home. Not too many though." She was curious about every word that Alex spoke, so many new things for her to try and learn. She blushed a bit and smiled when he said he was glad that they got paired up. "Me too. You are very nice Alex." She admitted a bit shyly.

Finally they arrived at the store. A few people were glancing surprised at Serana but she was so distracted by the place that she didn't even notice. "Wow..." she sighed amazed at what she was seeing. "This is all so different. What do we do now?"

[Assistant] It made sense they'd use stone or something like it for writing. "We use something called paper for books, its made from trees. The store here has a small books section so I'll show you when we get there, okay?" He spoke, looking back at her. "Games are things you do for fun. Um, there are board games, video games, sports and stuff... Lots of things. I'm sure you had stuff like sports back home." Once they were in the store he started to idly shop around, humming as he picked out basics for them. Milk, some breakfast goods, eggs, beef for future dinners, and a number of other things. Once they arrived at the seafood section, he moved for the fresh seafood. "Here, see anything you like?"

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Paper. Books. Trees. All things she may have heard once before but that she had no idea what they were. That only made her even more eager to learn about them. "I'm not sure about sports. But we did do somethings for fun once in a while." She commented as they walked through the ailes.

She payed attention at the items Alex was choosing and wondering what they all were. Then they arrived at the seafood section. "Shrimps!" She exclaimed then blushed slightly. "Sorry. I really love shrimps. It's honestly the only thing I want from here."

[Assistant] "Shrimp? Okay! I think I can work out a few shrimp dishes for a couple of days." Alex didn't have shrimp often so the thought of cooking with it excited him. And while he wasn't sure how she normally had it, he was sure he could add a number of different dishes with it to her palette. Ordering enough shrimp for the next two or three days, it was nicely bagged for freshness and added to the cart. Other things he got were the usual staples. Bread and milk, eggs and some cheese, various spices he was running low on, and groceries in general for the future. Eventually they did arrive at the smell books section in the store, and Alex gave a small nod. "Here! See? These are books, a bit different from stone tablets, but I'm sure you can see some of the similarities when you open one up."

[User] Serana kept following Alex as they put the rest of the groceries they needed in the cart. She kept paying attention to everything, curious. Finally they arrived at the book section and she looked at them amazed. "So... you read these?" She grabbed one at random with her hands and felt the cover. Her fingers passed by it's side, feeling the pages and then she opened it, holding one of the pages with her fingers. "This is so thin... how do you put the words in it? And there's so many!" She exclaimed, passing by the pages, not even knowing what they were called.

[Assistant] "We read them, yeah. machines do most of the work in making them." Alex said with a smile, watching her as she flipped through the pages. "Well, I should probably read a bit more than I do but hey, not enough time in the world for everything sometimes." He said with a quiet laugh. "But I'm glad to see you're enjoying yourself. I know it must be really different from where you're from but I'm here to help you get use to it."

[User] And there it was. Another word Serana never heard before. What are machines? Something that involved making books she imagined by the way he explained to her. "I know. And I really do appreciate it very much Alex. Thank you. If there is anything, anything that I can ever do to repay such kindness, please, don't hesitate in asking me." She held his hands in hers and smiled at him. An honest and happy smile. She was enjoying this human, he was kind to her and she already felt attached to him in a way she couldn't yet explain.

[Assistant] As she held his hands in hers, Alex gave a small smile. "Ah... Don't mention it, really. I'm your host." he said after a moment of gaining his bearings. "I'd be a pretty bad one if I didn't make sure you knew what to expect out here." He then added with a soft smile. "C'mon. Let's go pay and head back home. I think we can have a nice, quiet night tonight. What do you think?"

[User] Serana smiled back at the human boy and nodded. "Yes, let's." She agreed, even though she didn't know what 'pay' meant. She simply followed him and watched as he gave the woman at the register some kind of paper she's never seen before. After he suggested they spend the night together she smiled once again. "That sounds lovely. What would you like to spend the night doing Alex?" She asked curious once more.

[Assistant] As Alex paid for the groceries and made sure everything was bagged and carried, Alex began to head out with Serana, keeping close to the Scyllan woman. "That's a good question really, I uh... I didn't really have anything planned." he said after a moment, trying to think of what to do. "We'll cook dinner and maybe we can watch a movie afterwards? I'm sure you'll like them if you don't know what a movie is. I think it's best we surprise you with that." It was a little heavy to describe what a movie was, so perhaps seeing one would be for the best for the Kraken!

[User] "Dinner sounds wonderful." She agreed. "I'm eager to try your human cooking" she smiled and walked besides him, back to the house. "But... yes, I don't know what a movie is" she admitted with a giggle. "Let's watch one then. I do like surprises." She told him as they approached the house.

[Assistant] "Great." He spoke, sounding rather happy with himself. "You'll find out soon, consider if a surprise." As he paid for the groceries and began on the way home he carried the lions share of them, soon heading back to their house as he went for the kitchen and began to put things away. "Hrm... would you prefer something funny, something that'd make your heart race, or something a bit more soft and light?" He wasn't sure how to describe movies to her, but a choice between comedy, action, or romance sounded like good options.

[User] They arrived back home and Serana was eager to know what they were going to do. She had no clue what a movie was but she really wanted to know. As Alex put the groceries away, he asked what she prefered and she again had no idea. "Funny, heart racing or soft and light?" She repeated and touched her chin with her finger, thinking. "I guess... soft and light?" She decided, no idea as to what she was picking.

[Assistant] "We'll go with a romance. Hopefully it'll make you swoon!" Alex picked one of the many comedy movies he had available---a more fantasy based one, something that would be a classic by any metric. Moving to sit close to the Scylla woman, he briefly looked her over, still trying to get a proper feel for the woman now that they were alone once more.

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The purple haired woman sat on the couch as Alex chose a movie for them to watch. She observed him with a simple smile on her face, realizing she's been admiring him for a while now. She didn't have anyone else to compare, him being the first male human she's ever met. But she found him to be quite handsome and blushed slightly at the thought.

Alex sat besides her, the couch had space for two normal people, but because of her tentacles, they had to sit close to each other. They arms touched and one of her tentacles pressed against his leg. They didn't feel much different to a human leg actually, most people think they would feel like an octopus tentacle or something. Pressed against Alex's leg, it felt just like a regular girl's leg, just slightly more squishier

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Alex was curious to know what was going on in her head, as he found her rather pretty and very charming. But he knew it would be rude to try and pry into her too heavily and a lot of the fun was hearing and seeing her open up about herself rather than him asking everything about her. As he put on the romance movie he picked something with a slightly more classic, even fantasy affair to it. Something fairly simple to watch, but still endearing.

That didn't quite prepare him for the soft feeling of her tentacle against his leg, causing him to pause for just a moment. She was... soft, and that certainly made him even more interested in her. He was curious to know how she 'felt' on her tentacles, but he was able to get a good idea now, and a light redness crept around his cheeks once he realized. "All we have to do is sit back and enjoy the film!"

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Serana watched in amazement as the television came to life. She felt Alex's leg pressed against her tentacle which made her shiver slightly. Her tentacles were rather sensitive to the touch, and his pants felt strange against her since she never felt that material before. She blushed as she caught herself imagining how it felt to touch against her skin, but she didn't say anything.

The movie started and she did as Alex instructed. Just laid back with him and watched what appeared on the screen. The movie itself wasn't really that amazing by a normal human's standard. But for Serana, it was amazing. She didn't understand how a television worked or how the people inside it moved and talked, but her eyes were wide as she watched every seconds.

About halfway into the movie, a scene started with the main character and the princess he saved, together and alone in an old Inn room. The air had a very romantic feel to it. Then the characters held each other in their arms and kissed, slowly and passionately. Serana watched in silence and intrigued as she never kissed before. Without paying attention her hand moved up and gently touched her lips as she imagined what it might feel like.

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Alex was warm, radiating a bit of that warmth against her as he subconsciously leaned back closer to Serana, not quite touching her but the two could have looked like a couple just about. The couch wasn't meant for more than two, maybe three people tops, so it would be hard for them to have much in the way of personal space.

Alex had seen this movie almost a dozen times over but it never got gold, he was aware of most of the story beats, but being a romantic at heart it was hard for him to not enjoy it. Maybe a little kitschy at times, but it was also new to Serana, so he was just glad to show her something different than what her aquatic home likely had. Noticing the way she pressed her fingers against her lips, Alex looked back to her a but subtly, curious. He wasn't really the bold type to just embrace someone fully out of the blue but he did lean in a little more against her, to the point where his shoulder softly grazed against hers. The movie was almost at the climax, a hint of action with the male lead fighting against a beast that sought to take the princess for itself, but after that, it would be a quick ending.

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Soon, the movie was over. The hero defeated the beast, and the princess was saved by him. The film ended with them sharing a kiss in bed, just before what would probably have been a lovely night of love making, but the movie of course didn't show that. Instead, the credits started coming down right after the final kiss.

"Wow... that was... I've never seen anything like that before." Serana was almost tearing up but no drops came down from her eyes, instead she just stared at the screen with the credits coming down. Her hand was still touching her lips, even more curious than she was before. "Thank you for showing me such a pretty thing Alex. I really liked it." She said, smiling at the human right next to her.

[Assistant] Alex seemed fairly happy when she seemed to enjoy it, and even if the movie wasn't anything spectacular her reaction was worth the wait alone. "I'm glad you liked it. I have a lot more movies like that so we can watch some more whenever you're ready." he said, his lips curling into a small but earnest smile. "Is there anything you'd like to do next? If not, I suppose we can always start on dinner and get that sorted!"

[User] "Dinner sounds great." Serana nodded agreeing and stood up. Raising one of her tentacles to help Alex up as well. After he turned the TV off, she followed him towards the kitchen where they left the groceries. Her stomach rumbled slightly and she blushed a bit. "I am getting a bit hungry." She chuckled

[Assistant] "Great! Well, I figure if we're living together we might have to trade off on who does what chores eventually, but..." he spoke, shaking his head as he rose. "Tonight why don't you take it easy and I make us something to eat?" It wouldn't take him very long, and already he was pretty excited on as far as what he could cook her goes. "It won't take me that long, promise!"

[User] Serana didn't want to admit it, and luckily Alex offered to cook for her, but she was never the best at making food. Not to mention she had never seen any of the things Alex had in his kitchen. Stove, microwave, fridge. So happily she nodded agreeing and followed him to the kitchen "That sounds lovely. You must be a great cook" She watched as he got ready.

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Alex'd admit some curiosity as to how Serana and others of her kind ate their food---did they do it raw or did they have some way of cooking it? He wouldn't ask bluntly though, and instead sought to use some of the food they picked up so she could taste something different. Steaks. He had paid a bit extra for good meat and sought to cook it to just the right rarity levels where it would be hot but still tender, seasoned a little with salt, pepper, and a hint of garlic. Likewise he served a small salad for each of them, something simple and a bit more zesty rather than sweet. He felt it would be good to show her a different sort of palette and he figured she wasn't just a vegetarian.

It took around an hour or so of prep and cooking, but by the time the hour was over, he had everything sorted and dished out on plates. "Okay!" he said, his tone a little eager since he had worked hard on it, and wanted to see how she'd take to it. Setting up the table quickly, he had their meals on opposite sides of the table. "Let's sit down and eat!"

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Serana leaned on the kitchen counter and watched happily as Alex got to work on their food. She tried paying attention to what he was doing but all of it was so new and strange to her that she was mesmerized the whole time and barely paid any attention.

He watched as he used a knife to cut things, the oven to heat things. About an hour later the food was done and Alex smiled at her. He set the table for them, two plates with their food, cups for drinks and knifes and forks. Gleefully accepting his invitation to sit down, she approached the table and sat as best as she could. Luckily, her rear tentacles were more flexible than her front and side ones, so she was able to move them in a way she could sit her butt on the chair without sitting on the tentacles themselves. Though her front ones easily rubbed softly against Alex's legs.

Looking at her plate, water started coming to her mouth as the smell was delicious. She wanted to grab the meat with her hands and eat but she knew humans had a different way of eating. So she waited to see how Alex did it so she could copy him.

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With the food being ready, he did try to dish it up a little on the artful side. Both because it was something new to her, and he wanted to make sure it was a good first impression. Normally he wasn't always so meticulous when it came to food, but that was because he only catered for himself until tonight.

"Bon Appetit! That means we can eat." Having a feeling she might need a bit of a crash course on Utensils, he looked to her. "Here, ah---I imagine this must be new, so I'll show you how to eat. Use the fork with your dominant hand..." he spoke, taking the fork in his right hand. "And use the knife in your other hand, and then you cut off a bit of meat like this..." Skewering the meat with the fork he soon began to carve a small part of it off with the knife, popping it into his mouth afterwards. The taste was perfectly savory and delicious, and he was more than happy to eat his own cooking. Swallowing afterwards, he gave a nod. "Just like that!"


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Sitting back in the chair, Allura sighed and closed her eyes for a moment... she let her mind drift to Kireth, the witch who had sent the journal to her. She knew that Kireth reached out to her because she was one of the stronger witches when it came to combative power and was better at socializing to find help in retrieving it... which she hoped would happen because it had been a week of striking out.

Then Allura heard a loud knock at the door and jumped up, the sphere hovering above her. "Hold on! Stop banging!" She said as she stood quickly, her breasts bouncing under the short dark purple dress she wore. The dress had thin straps that hung from her shoulders and led to a plunging neckline that showed quite a bit of cleavage. The dress would normally tie in the middle of her cleavage but the string was missing. It hugged her mid-section and ended just below her round, bubble ass with black stockings starting midway up her thick pale thighs. Small black heels clicked on the ground as she walked over to the door and tossed it open as her eyes grew wide as she noticed the massive minotaur in her doorway blocking the sunlight.

[Assistant] Karrios tapped as gently as he could against the door, but relented the moment his furred ears heard the sound of someone approaching. Taking a step back, the horned beastman wondered just what would await him on the other side. He knew she had some practice of magic, but whether she was a codgy practitioner or someone younger was the real mystery. Once the door began to crack open, the minotaur gave a smile, or rather the best sort of smile that he could upon seeing the redheaded witch. "Ah, I take it you're the one who was looking for hired help." In his right hand he offered her a crumpled piece of paper, the same advertisement she had sent out some time ago. "And I am here to see if you still need assistance one way or the other. May I come in?" Of course there may have been a few... difficulties given his bulk about entering, but he felt it was the polite thing to do. "Or is there elsewhere you'd prefer to chat?  Ah, where are my manners. I am Karrios, for what it is worth." He then gave a small bow of his head. Human manners were mimicked by many other races and he was well versed in them.

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The golden orb hovered above Allura as she opened the door, a small hand lifting to block the sun that she expected to be blinding her vision but was shocked to see otherwise. Her hand moved back down as she flicked her wrist towards her desk as the golden orb shot back over and hovered above the journal she had been reading. Her deep blue eyes focused quickly on the gigantic minotaur that stood in her doorway as her mind worked through potential dangers and solutions quickly. She bit down on her bottom lip, deep blue oceanic eyes roaming over him for a quick moment, noting the heavy armor that he wore and the massive axes at his hips before being pulled back to reality as she noticed he was trying to smile at her.

It did catch her off-guard but she offered a smile back and then noticed the paper in his hand. She flicked her wrist once more and the orb quickly moved back over her head as she heard him began to talk, his deep voice causing her to smile wider as he mentioned the help she asked for. "Oh thank the heavens... I do still need help!" She said in an excited voice, her tongue flicking out over her plump lips as she took a step back herself.

"Please come in Karrios! I'm Allura," she said as she quickly made a few gestures with her right hand before making a circle in front of her body and the enchanted torches inside her house lit up with a bright golden light. With the interior now lit, you could see that it was quite spacious inside the main area. The ceiling was close to 15 feet high and a wooden couch sat in the middle of the room against a wall, it was rather long with all sorts of woven blankets tossed on it. A large table sat in front of the table with a massive wooden fireplace taking up a corner.

She remembered that Karrios bowed his head to her and she quickly did the same. "My manners, they must be slipping! Would you like anything to drink or eat?" She asked as she almost seemed to be bouncing around the room, her breasts jiggling under her dress almost looking as if on the verge of falling out the top.

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A minotaur's features were not usually easy to read. They oft lacked the sheer expressiveness humans and the other races had, but for Karrios' it came easier than it did for others of his ilk. His eyes softened as he regarded the lovely red dressed witch, and there was even something of a smile as he heard that she still needed help. Once he was invited in, he waited for her to take a few steps back before lowering himself and stepping inside very carefully while wiping his hooves on the mat to clean them off. His bulk made entering the door without contorting himself just a bit some trouble, and once inside, he remained rather still---not wanting to break anything valuable or just cause a mess. "Some tea would go a long way, thank you. It's been a bit of a journey to get here and let's just say the average bar doesn't really accommodate someone of my size that well." There was something rather delightful about the way she bounced about as well, he had a fondness for women of other races, so she was certainly no exception in that regard.

Rather than sit down in one of her chairs and inevitable break it, he moved to kneel at first, soon sitting on the floor next to the table---something that still brought him to about average sitting height for a human.

Once she had returned with his drink he'd give her a quaint nod, his head bowing briefly. "I suppose we shouldn't beat around the bush too much. I was curious to know what it was you needed help with exactly. I'm happy to offer my services as a mercenary, but I would like to think I'm a cut above the average riffraff that most sellswords are." He didn't wish to brag, but to him it was simply the truth. He felt himself a step above for many a reason.

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Allura watched the minotaur squeeze past the door as she smiled and licked her plump lips, taking a moment to eye him over as he entered the well-lit living room. 'Hmm, he might be able to help me with the job better than the rest of the worthless sell-swords that showed up the past few days, she thought to herself. Smiling, she nodded as he mentioned that some tea would go a long way and that the typical bar wouldn't accommodate someone like him. "Oh hun, do not worry, I will take very... very good care of you," she said in a sultry tone.

She moved quickly around the house, the small purple dress rising and falling as she walked, giving glimpses of her round, bubble ass cheeks with the tiny thong underneath. Her full thighs came into view quite often as she used her magic abilities to assist her in making tea quickly for him, her breasts jiggling and seeming on the verge of slipping out the top of her dress quite often.

"You are definitely more worthy than the other sell-swords that showed up a few days ago but don't worry... I sent them off because they didn't seem tough enough to be honest. You on the other hand...," she says as she looks back at the minotaur, taking her time as her eyes wander over him while her tongue plays with her plump lips. While still looking at him, she moved her hand slowly towards the minotaur as a cup holding tea made its way over to him while she slowly followed behind, standing in front of him now.

"It isn't a typical easy quest, someone stole something powerful from our coven and I have been tasked to get it back...," she says sternly, crossing her arms under her breasts causing them to push up further. "So in turn, I will offer myself to you... to use however you want. I don't have much aside from myself so I will do whatever you'd like," she says with a playful smiling crossing her face.


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Satsumi was not a stranger towards the looks she got. She was a lovely girl, with flowing hair as white as snow, and fair skin. All traits of a classical beauty, but they were not the only reasons she garnered attention. The tallest of men paled in comparison to the stunning height of the woman---nearly eight feet tall, and perhaps even more if one counted the pair of horns sprouting from her head. She was an Ogre---an Oni specifically, and despite her regal appearance, it was as plain as day to any who saw her. Still, she walked with a gentle grace, belying any issues with size that she held. Holding an umbrella in one hand to keep the sun out of her face, she looked more like a noblewoman than most would assume an Oni to appear. The rest of her ensemble was a long jacket and matching blouse, both in a darker red color that acted as a stark contrast to her white hair. For pants, she wore pair of jeans, the material a little rough but it handled any wear and tear with ease.

She'd been giving the directions, and as she looked over to her destination, her head tilted for just a moment. "This must be the place." She spoke with a quiet tone, pocketing the slip of paper she'd been given. It took only a minute or two longer before she was knocking a the door to the place, but even a gentle knock from the giant of a woman was a rather firm one, her strength held in check as the sound of the door being tapped against was clear in the living room. As soon as the door was opened, she gave the most polite of smiles, her hand waving down as she took a step back. "Ah, hello!" Taking a more enthused tone, she bowed her head. "I am Satsumi. Your new roommate. I didn't keep you waiting long for me, did I?" Giving a smile, she waited for him to introduce herself so she could figure out if she was at the right place.

[Assistant]
As he passed through the channels, looking for something to watch, there was a rather strong knock at the door. The boy almost jumped in his seat before turning around to look at the entrance hallway. Turning off the TV he stood up and walked to great who he assumed was probably his new roommate. Before reaching the door he stopped for a second in front of a big hallway mirror and checked his hair. Sora was usually pretty laid back with how he looked and his clothes, but he got the habit of always checking his hair when passing this mirror. His glasses seemed a bit foggy so he cleaned them with his shirt right before opening the door.

Sora didn't know what monster girl his roommate was. When they signed up for the program, they said a suiting girl would be chosen for them based on their area and other stuff. So when he opened the door, he was ready to stay calm no matter what type of girl she was. But he definitely wasn't prepared to be looking straight at her big breasts. Quickly looking up he saw her face and was surprised a bit more. She was gorgeous. A lot taller than him but honestly that didn't surprise him as much. "Ah, hello!" She greeted him before quickly bowing her head. "I am Satsumi. Your new roommate. I didn't keep you waiting long for me, did I?"

"Oh, no no. I was already expecting you around this hour." He said keeping his cool and stepped to the side so she could enter. "Please come in. It's a pleasure to meet you Satsumi. I'm Sora." He introduced himself before closing the door behind them. _Keep your cool Sora, you already knew you would be living with a girl, don't get nervous just because she's gorgeous._ He thought to himself. "Ahm, need help with your luggage?" He offered.

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While Satsumi was on the tall side, she was still gracefully built. She was a feminine woman---perhaps in a lightly amazonian way. A tall build, slender shoulders, ‘delicate' curves where appropriate, and a genuine, heartfelt looking smile as she looked downwards in Sora's direction. "Waiting? Not at all!" her tone was cheery and chipper with an almost melodic tone to it. Perhaps a little unaware that her more generous chest was what Sora was eye level with, she leaned forward as she folded her umbrella back up, her white hair framing her face even when tied behind her back.

Once her roommate stepped aside, she soon knelt partially before entering the room, once again standing to her full height. While she wouldn't have to kneel normally, her horns did bring her just slightly above the height of the door itself. "The pleasure is all mine. I'm very eager to learn about humans and attend a human college in general. I didn't bring much on me. Most of my stuff is coming in a moving van that should be here tomorrow or so abouts, I didn't want to burden you with having to carry my things."

There was a brief pause as she set her umbrella to the side. "So. Where do we begin? I admit, I'm not too familiar with human customs just yet..." And Oni customs could be rather raucous in nature, so she was very intent on putting the right foot forward.

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"Ah, I see." Sora nodded as she told him her stuff was still going to arrive. Made sense. The organization behind the exchange program was pretty big and very organized, having her bring her things would most likely be a bother for her. He stood next to her, still taking in how pretty she was, as she closed her umbrella and set it next to the door. "Ahm, I guess we can start by showing you around the house." He suggested, walking towards the living room. "I don't know how you're house is but I hope it'll be somewhat similar."

"This is the living room, we have our TV here." He pointed at it and stopped besides the couch. "We use this as a place to rest and talk with each other after a long day among other things." He told her, not really sure how exactly to explain the living room's purpose. "Right next here is the dining table." He continued, walking to the adjacent room. "We have meals here, breakfast, lunch, dinner. Pretty self explanatory." He chuckled, scratching the back of his neck.

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A human house wasn't that different from the average Oni house in that it had bedrooms, a living room, a kitchen, and similar furnishings. Of course the human house looked a lot nicer and Satsumi was already quite appreciative of that. She was just as appreciative of being shown around the house, ducking under some of the entryways and doors faintly, her hair tumbling down whenever she did so. "Oh, I see. So humans live like this then. I was told, but I was also told I'd know it when I saw it... very interesting!"

Speaking of dinner, she would admit to herself that she was feeling a little peckish. "So, since you did bring it up, what are we going to be having for dinner? I figured it would be a great way to get to know each other over a hot meal." Of course, eating was one of the usual Oni past times (In addition to drinking and fighting), though Satsumi was careful about eating in moderation. (For an Oni at least). "We'll both be attending the same school, right? I'm very interested in seeing the school too. Though it doesn't start for a few days, right?"

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Sora noticed that Satsumi needed to duck slightly under the entryways between rooms. He would have to notify that to the organization, they did say the house could be modified with no expenses to make sure the exchange student lived comfortably. "Yes. School will only start in two weeks. Seems we'll probably also be in the same classroom, so that's a plus." He smiled as he answered her question.

Sora also felt a bit hungry as the Oni mentioned dinner. "There's actually a pizza ready just waiting for us. My mother left it done just a bit before you arrived. We can eat now if you want before I show you your room." He opened the oven and with a glove removed the pizza from it. It was still warm as it was made just under an hour ago, the smell made his mouth watery.

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"Pizza? Oh yes, I've heard of it." Satsumi spoke, her eyes positively shining. Of course human food was oft spoken about elsewhere, given they had quite a varied set of cuisines to choose from, but she hadn't tried much in the way of it. The chance to try something new visibly excited her as she perked up and her lips curled out into a small but rather exuberant smile. "Let's eat. I could certainly go for some food since it was a bit of a trip to get here." She preferred to walk through her first real time in the city, so it took longer than it would have taking the bus.

Looking over the new and different looking food (To her), she did think it would be a bit too big for a human to eat in one go by themselves. "You cut it up, right? I think I've heard about... pizza before." A very light hint of embarrassment crept into her voice, this was probably something so normal to Sora, but to her she was getting excited over something that was probably quite common! Yet she couldn't help herself, and as she pulled out a chair to sit, she was just thankful that some of the furniture was able to accommodate her.

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"Yes. We cut it up" Sora confirmed smiling. Looking at her excited over something as simple as a pizza made him notice just how cute she was. He blushed slightly at the thought and turned his back to her so he could get a pizza cutter from a drawer. "You can eat with your hands or with a fork and knife." As he cut the pizza and got some plates, forks and knives for them, Satsumi sat at one of the chairs. Sora was relieved to see that it could handle her size and she didn't seem to be uncomfortable sitting on it.

"Here you go." He served a slice on a plate before serving one for himself. He sat in front of her eager to see if she would like it or not. "As the Italians say, bon appetit." He smiled and took a bite.

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"That makes a good deal of sense." It wouldn't be hard for an Oni to eat like this, but she tried to work out the mental logistics of eating it for just a moment as she even imagined the various ways Sora would try to eat it without cutting it apart. "It looks a pie, I guess it is one, right?" Taking the offered slice, Satsumi's gaze was briefly on Sora for a moment, her crimson colored eyes regarding him softly for a moment as he took a bit. "Itadakimasu!" She was certainly regarding the way he ate it so she wouldn't look too foolish in front of him. That was definitely the only reason to do so---though in passing, she did think Sora was a little on the cute side.

Taking the slice in hand and biting into it, her eyes quickly lit up. Torn between seeking to eat it quickly to taste it in full, and eating it at a more normal pace to avoid offending Sora, she opted for the latter as she took another bite, thoughtfully chewing it. "This is really good." She spoke after swallowing, dabbing her delicate lips with a napkin beforehand. "Your mother made this? She's an excellent cook... I have never had a meal like this before."

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Sora smiled at Satsumi's reaction to pizza. He knew how amazing it was to discover a new food and how delicious it was. Hopefully he would be able to help her try out many different foods. "I'm glad you liked it. Don't be shy, eat as much as you want." He pushed the plate the pizza was on slightly closer to her so she could easily grab another slice.

"Yeah, my mother made it just before leaving. Just between you and me, pizza seems to be the only thing she knows how to cook for some reason." He chuckled. "Normally I'm the one who makes most of the meals." He admitted taking another bite.

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If human food was really this delicious, perhaps it was a good thing she came over to the human world for some time---not that Oni were awful chefs, but they were a bit one note in their usual cooking, while even a slice of pizza was like painting a variety of flavors in comparison. "Mm." She couldn't help but moan out a little, eager for another bite. "Is that so? Perhaps you should be the one doing the cooking then. I can handle other chores. I'm not really that great of a chef myself... And I imagine you must know lots of interesting things to cook, Sora!" She was quite excited already, and as she leaned back into her chair, her smile was a genuine one.

"The school year starts in about two weeks, right? What classes are you excited for?" She was a smart Oni---one could even say she was cultured as far as their kind went, but she was really curious to see his thoughts about what they'd be doing together for the next year or so, if nothing else it would provide an opportunity to get to know him more as well.

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Sora blushed as Satsumi praised him for knowing lots about cooking even though she hadn't even tried his food yet. "I guess we could do that. There's not that many chores to take care of though" he smiled and finished his first slice of pizza, getting a second one as he tried to make his cheeks go back to normal.

"Yes, classes start in two weeks." He confirmed her question and then though a bit about it. "I'm not really sure. I've always been pretty good at math, some also say I'm pretty good at sports though I doubt it." He chuckled. Indeed he was quite fit despite the looks but Sora was too humble to ever admit he was good at it.

[User] "I'm excited. I'm not bad at math either, but I suppose I'm going in more for well, complicated stuff. Engineering as your people call it. Given that I'm pretty strong." She said, flexing an arm in a slightly playful manner. "I imagine it'd be pretty good at the heavy lifting. I might need a pair of more delicate fingers to help with some of the finer bits, but that's a problem I'll tackle when I get to it." Satsumi was confident in herself if nothing else.

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"Engineering huh? That's cool. I think we have that at the school." He said, still unsure on what he would like to try once classes began. "Well, basketball is a strong no." He chuckled. "You would wipe the floor with me. Have you ever played baseball?" He asked. Of all the sports he tried before, that was probably Sora's favorite.

"What do you have in mind? You said we could make it a little contest. Are you thinking of some kind of challenge or bet?" He asked curious as to what she was thinking.

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"Baseball is the one where you have a bat and you need to hit the ball someone throws, yes? I've never tried that one." She admitted. "It could be fun. Would you prefer to be the one who catches... Or the one who throws?" She asked, her tone almost implying innuendo, but with enough innocence within to make one question it.

"I am an Oni. Even in the most friendly of games there are best. I'm sure we could come up with something agreeable. Who does chores, or... who knows." She spoke, thinking on it a bit. Usually Oni bets involved copious liquor, or some form of obligation or favor. Other possibilities never really entered her mind.

"Good at sports? We should play something some time. It's always fun to match with someone and have a little contest, you know?" She was an Oni at the end of the day, and a challenge was certainly one way they relieved stress, or at least bonded with someone. She was aware there might be a few... Differences since he was a human, though.

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Satsumi's subtle innuendo completely missed Sora as he was distracted eating pizza and trying not to stare and the gorgeous Oni for more than 2 or 3 seconds. "Neither actually. I usually play as the batter. The one that hits the ball." He explained to her. Remembering he didn't get them any drinks he quickly stood up, heading to the fridge and grabbing a bottle of Pepsi inside, along with two cups from the cupboard. "Have you ever drank soda?" He asked curious while pouring the drinks.

The way she answered his question about a competition made him think that Oni were probably competitive. He should maybe be careful with that. "Agreed. I think we can find something more fun to bet than chores." He smiled before taking a sip of his drink.

[User] Satsumi gave a small smile. "I see. Well, if we were to play together I will have to use a gentler hand." Most Oni were not in full control of their strength, but Satsumi was well aware of her power as an Oni, and had taken time to measure herself and her abilities. The change of topic to a bet however was a welcome distraction, and as she soon finished her meal---having eaten particularly fast, she hummed out. "Your mother is an excellent cook. For my first real human food, that was amazing. I'll have to give her my thanks." The white haired woman clasped her hands together, giving out a light sigh. "Now then. When you're finished, I take it we'll wash the dishes. After that... what would you like to do together?" it was an innocent question, her tone a little lingering as she asked. In truth, she was here as a guest, and was curious to know more about her human host. From what he did for fun, to just how he handled her, she hoped he would prove to be an interesting man... and so far he wasn't disappointing on that front.


[User] Halcyon watched her environment, her face showing immense disappointment as she took it all in. "Oh wow, I didn't think my father would trust a hobo with a goddess's training." She sneered, her bluebird-colored eyes scanned the satyr. "I suppose that's the least of my worries looking at how pathetic you look." She shrugged, exploring the field as she came across the handcuffs in the field "Oh wow, What are these for goatboi." She smiled, kneeling down to pick them up

[Assistant] Ignoring her remarks as he led her, Phellistor fiddled with a rope that ran the ring of combat, the grass of the center stage slinking into the ground as he tugged on the rope. Letting out a sigh and addressing the cuffs at hand, the satyr sauntered towards Halcyon and began to explain. "These cuffs were forged to contain titans, from the lightning discard from the forging of Zeus' lightning. There's not a creature or god who can escape them once bound, and you will be wearing them for this training." Explanation never proceeding well with new gods, Phellistor knew most refused to wear them at first. In his current state of glamour, the goat knew there would be little more than dummies and simple mechanics for him to use, but with a nearing tournament of champions he needed to hurry his apprentice along in time to come close to winning.

[User] Halcyon looked at him and then to the cuffs, her face contorting into confusion as he told her what they were for but the explanation still perplexed her. "Why? I'm not going anywhere. I don't wanna squander my only chance to do something with my life as a goddess." She shrugged, looking down at Phellistor and crossed her arms. "Come on Goatboi, show me the training." She said making a 'come here' motion with her fingers

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Rolling his eyes, the Satyr had heard it all before, diving beings of mighty power that have no idea just what they are. "You're a demi-goddess, despite how you may look, which means you're naturally greater than a mortal. You ever wonder why Hercules was greater as a mortal than a god? Mortals ascend, they grow, from the seed of Zeus and fire of a Titan below, mortals will one day rise above even gods; or so the Fate's claim." With a subtle click and a shimmer, Phellistor removed the cuffs from their base, twirling them through the air. "Put these on and you'll be no greater than the humans that worship you. Put them on, and imbibe the very weakness you seek to overcome." Dropping them at Halcyon's feet, the Satyr sauntered towards the edge of the field, kicking away layers of dead grass to reveal cast iron levers.

"After that, we'll begin with endurance training. There's a tournament in two weeks called the 'Tournament of Champions', held every year by locals who think they're hot stuff. I'm going to throw you in and you're going to win it, and announce yourself to the world as the newest champion of gods. The more people worship you, the more raw power you'll have." Explaining his current plan, he knew he could take some joy in what would be coming next as the first lever was triggered.

From the ground, a large log rose slowly from it's hiding under doors, revealing a set of tracks aligned with Halcyon. On the front was tied an ornate stone carving of a salamander, the rock itself looking many hundreds of pounds. "Stop this, or else it will turn that pretty face of yours into something Aphrodite would scorn."

[User] Halcyon raised her eyebrow, surely this was a joke? What use would there be in cutting her power? Making a sigh she clipped them onto her wrists, them becoming bound to her as she did. She watched as he kicked at the dead grass, seeing levers pop up from them and watched as the challenge show itself to her, spooked by the challenge asked before her. "How am I supposed to stop that!? You're fucking crazy old man."

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"I dunno, with your hands maybe? Unless you think your ass is fat enough to do it alone." Snorting as he kicks another lever, the log began to move, a slow speed no faster than a watermelon rolling down a hill, towards Halcyon. A panel popping from the ground, the satyr pressed a hoof down on it for but a moment, a burst of flames surging from the mouth of the coiled lizard statue. "By the way, that's called the Charging Salamander, if you don't stop it at this speed it won't do much more than hurt; but it will show you just how much you can handle, even as a 'human'." Phellistor explained.

Watching intently, the god trainer knew she could stop it, but whether or not she would is completely up to her. Regardless of the result, he was eager to see the end result of her bare ass after the flames burnt off the largely impractical clothes given to her by the divines. "You draw power from worship, and while wearing those bands you're as weak as a human, you have all the power from those who worship me, as long as I worship you; or at least want to see you succeed." The last of the hidden details of his training cuffs, the log was barreling towards Halcyon, ready to hit her.

[User] Halcyon clothes being burned off provoked a small feeling of embarrassment, probably from more of an reactionary stand point as she didn't think the old goat man wasn't interested in her having been with other, more gifted women that her lithe frame and small breasts. Regardless of anything, Halcyon burst off as soon as was allowed to, running towards the object and tried to stop it, whatever that meant.


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The pre-show music bounced and bobbed as ponies filtered in, hours before the show itself started, a slowly coalescing crowd of thousands of ponies looking to find their seat and get where they were going. Among them was Staccato, and he pushed through the crowd with a fierce look on his face. He had dressed up in his best and was more excited than equinely possible, because he was about to meet his idle.

He hope she approved of his fashion choice. His burnt orange had been scrubbed to perfection and his dull purple mane was carefully brushed and hanging down to his shoulders, with just a touch of eye shadow, mascara, and for the special occasion a hint of red lipstick to make his look complete. He was gorgeous, and his outfit helped, too, with a loose, shorter red pair of shorts to make his ass look nice and perky and a white t-shirt cut off above his skinny stomach that emphasized his slender form rather excellently, Vinyl Scratch's insignia emblazoned on the shirt. He felt ready for anything.

Flashing a pass at the bouncer he quickly headed back stage and towards the dressing room of the mare herself, knocking politely. It wouldn't do to make a bad impression, he thought, even if he wanted to burst in and give her a huge hug. This was a fucking dream come true!

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Vinyl Scratch was sitting at a vanity, her headphones over her neck as she looked at the door. She popped her glasses back on and got up, walking to the dressing room door. Decked out in a pair of white jeans shorts cut off short and neon blue leggings underneath, her white shirt showing off her emblem as well. The DJ opened the door and looked out at the guy.

"Hey, cool shirt." Vinyl Scratch commented with a grin before stepping aside and letting him into the room. She was looking him up and down and her first assumption was that he was a pretty girl and it made her excited. Wow, a surprise! A bisexual DJ!

She sat back down on the chair in front of the vanity and continued toying with her short, messy-looking hair, trying to get it just right. She was silent. The dressing room was full of clothing racks that contained all sorts of outfits, mostly in neon colors, blacks and whites. There was a purple, leopard printed sofa that had her bras and some panties thrown on it haphazardly, as well as a backpack-like bag, closed up tightly.

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Oblivious to her misguess as to his sex, Staccato was far more interested in drinking everything in. He walk in with a stunned silence as Vinyl Scratch greeted him, as if not quite sure that it was quite real yet. Yes, Vinyl Scratch was a flesh and blood pony, but that didn't make it any easier to believe that he was meeting one of his idols. His face abruptly turned scarlet as he saw the underwear on the couch. Like essentially every other young stallion, he had seen plenty pictures of Vinyl Scratch in swimsuits and had a nice collection for his "alone time", but this... this was the real deal.

Abruptly his brain reminded him that this was not a cool way to greet your favorite celebrity, and he abruptly turned around to offer his hand for a shake. "My name is Staccato!" He said. "I'm your biggest fan!" Considering he had won the "Biggest Fan" sweepstakes Vinyl Scratch had offered, this wasn't surprising. His voice was stallionish. About as effeminate as a stallion voice could be but it did betray the presence of a cock and balls hanging between his legs.

There was a tide of fandom threatening to bubble forth, but he took a second to calm his nerves. "I'm super excited to meet you," he continued. "I love your music and I've been a fan since I was 12, six years ago. I've been sneaking into your concerts for about as long, and you inspired me to become a dancer and find my cutie mark!" He considered showing her, but that would probably be a bit inappropriate, he decided with a nervous chuckle.

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Vinyl Scratch shook Staccato's hand with a wide grin. "Really? That's really cool. What's your cutiemark?" She asked curiously. She pushed her glasses up and onto her head, looking at him with her magenta-y red eyes.

"I'm glad you've been really into me that much to sneak in. That's sick! The more bits, the better, but hey, it's still cool." She turned her attention back to the mirror again and tugged on the skin under her eyes, looking at her pale skin for any flaws. "You know, when I was young, I did it too but don't tell anyone." She winked over at Staccato before walking to the couch and tossing all her panties and bras off the couch, dropping her bag beside the couch. "You can go ahead and make yourself comfortable. Don't mind the mess, I'm hella lazy tonight. Just don't be a creep and steal my panties without my permission." The DJ smirked.

With that, she sat on the couch, flipping her glasses back down, her right leg crossing over her left as she leaned back on the couch. Her arms went on the back of the couch as her foot bobbed to the music coming from the headphones around her neck. "I'm really glad my fans are so cool because if I had lameo nerd fans, I would be so sad because I want to party, not sleep by 6 PM, like Octy."

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He graciously took a seat while she spoke, eyes looking over at the panties while she mentioned stealing them. Frankly, a pair of panties would be enough to live for quite a few years off of if he sold them. And in terms of other value, well, he might never stop wearing them. Ever. He smiled back at her. "I, uh, wouldn't think of it," he said, smiling at her wildly. "My cutie mark is the hoof prints for a basic dance move... nothing fancy. But the music inspired me, and that's how I got it."

"Um, thanks," he continued as she called him cool, although inside his spirits were sky high. "I sometimes do classical dance... like waltzes and such, especially when stallions are out of- when they need more people to help fill in rolls," he said, flush building up as he realized what he almost casually mentioned. "And I did buy lots of merch, so I wasn't just getting away with not paying for money... I think I have like everything you've ever marketed. Especially your headphones. I've been three pairs of the deluxe ones because I keep blowing out the bass."

He smiled. "Thank you so much for having me here! I've always wanted to meet you, and this is like the coolest moment I think I've ever had..." He reached into the small pack he had on his back and pulled out a small booklet. "Could I, uh, get your autograph? I know that's not like very cool or anything, but I've always wanted one." He did have a signed poster, but he was pretty sure that was stamped. God, he was such a fanboy. He tried not to let it show.

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"Blowing out the bass in your headphones is the only damn way to listen to my music." With that, she pulled her headphones from around her neck. "Here. These have been my trusty pair for a good 2 years. It's still got about 2 or 3 more years of life, and trust me, you won't blow them that easy~." Vinyl Scratch put them around his neck casually before taking the booklet and quickly signing her autograph with 'Blow that bass for me B)' written down too.

"And if you ever need more headphones, then you can just hit me up, dude. I can hook you up." Vinyl Scratch put a card into the booklet with her number pre-written on it. Something she often did since she had to hurry from bars or public in general and she had to make sure to keep in contact with most of the people she meets.

The DJ opened up her backpack and pulled out another set of headphones. The headphones she gave to Staccato were neon blue and white, while the ones she pulled out were dark blue and black. She popped them around her neck with a grin.

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Staccato's eyes became as huge as dinner plates as he looked up at the DJ in pure wonder. "You can't... you're not..." He said, stuttering and tripping over his words. He accepted the headphones with nothing short of reverence. "I will repair them every time they break and keep them forever," he said. Some part of his brain was trying to gauge the value of the headphones which were always an iconic piece and decided that it wasn't even worth considering. He looked up at Vinyl Scratch. "Do you even know how cool you are? No, you can't possibly, because its impossible to even fathom..."

He looked in at the autograph book. It did match the one on his poster, but this one was the real deal. Holy shit. This made the endless hours working to get himself selected totally worth it, perfecting and practicing a dance routine to prove that he was good enough to be selected as Vinyl Scratch's number one fan. This was fucking perfect. There was nothing that could make this day any better. "Can I give you a hug?" He asked. "I mean, if not, that's okay, but this is just... this is the great moment of my life."

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Vinyl Scratch got up off the couch with a bit of thought. "Yeah, sure." She intended to get just a BIT feelsy to see what she was working with. Either way, she knows she's kind of aroused and might want to get to know him a lot more.

"Don't worry, I like when fans get like this. You're super cool anyways. And yeah I guess I'm pretty okay, but..." She shrugged before opening her arms, grinning. "I'm around stuck-up Octavia all the time, and I'm really cool compared to her~." Vinyl Scratch's thoughts were to press against Staccato, feel for boobs, and then go from there. It was foolproof.

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She got very intimate very quickly, grabbing him and pulling him close. Being a young stallion a very predictable couple of things happened. First, Vinyl Scratch felt no breasts hidden beneath his shirt, simply a slender chest of a graceful dancer who spent many a long hour perfecting his craft. Second, a sudden pressure would appear on her leg as the taller mare hugged him quite intimately, the smell of energy drinks, sweat, and other thinks mixing into a perfume of partying that washed over him and the soft flesh of her body pressing up against him.

He took a moment but he hugged back, quite quickly. Perhaps he hadn't noticed? Getting a little hard was easy to ignore, but any more than that was obvious to miss. Of course, he could just be ignoring it and hoping she did, too. But if he had passed over it, maybe a "little" hard wasn't the best way of describing it. That said, he beamed up at her and released the hug for now.

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"Woah, you're packing quite the punch, eh kid?" She chuckled, pushing her glasses up closer to her face, with a devilish smirk. "You really fooled me, but either way... it's kinda hot." Vinyl Scratch wasn't shy, nor was she going to keep her thoughts to herself; that's something true to her personality either way. On stage, in interviews, or in person.

"I don't, like, wanna be charged with sexual assault or something but wow." The DJ was just casually looking at Staccato's little hard on smugly under her sunglasses.

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At first, Staccato was a bit confused as she pointed this out, but abruptly his turned a brilliant shade of red as he realized what she was talking about, and he clenched his legs tight as he tried to hid his now-growing erection. That wasn't an easy task, however, as it was quite readily apparent that he was very sizable in that regard, and even with him trying to mask it you could spot him getting hard from a mile away, shorts straining already.

"I-I'm sorry!" He said as his hands went down to try and mask the monster. "I'm just... um... excited?" He said. "I promise you I won't get you in trouble for sexual assault or anything." He took a step back and started to try and control his breathing, not focusing on the way she seemed to be leering at him. That was just a trick of the light. He screwed up his face and tried to think unsexy thoughts, but without much success. Vinyl Scratch's scent kept permeating the room, making him think of her and everything... It was driving him crazy.

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Vinyl Scratch nodded slowly before pulling her glasses off, tossing them onto the couch. "I'm pretty excited too. You're the one who won some time with me but honestly, I'm the winner here." She grinned even more, stepping in closer and pressing against Staccato. She brought her hand down and slipped it underneath his own.

"I'm pretty rad, but I've got needs too. And Octy can get boriinnnggg. We have some fun sometimes but ehh. I need a little variety, you feel me?" The DJ was sure feeling him... rubbing his cock through his shorts.

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This had to be a dream. There was no way in hell this was actually happening. His face had practically started to glow with the embarrassment, but he didn't try to stop Vinyl Scratch as she reached beneath his hands and started to fondle him, quickly tightening his shorts to the degree that they were painful. He reached up to pinch himself, needing the confirmation that yes, this was happening and no, he was not dreaming.

His shorts almost immediately began to strain as she touched him, painfully strain with how tight they were, and he looked up at her. "I'm... um..." He said, and wondered why he had any trepidation about doing this. This was his idol, he had fantasized about this for days, weeks, years. She was just... offering it to him. "O-okay," he said, hands fumbling at his fly. "A-are you sure? I've never done this before..."

And then as the button came undone and he managed to pull the zipper down, his true power revealed itself. A huge cock, much bigger than the average stallion, flopped out, straining against the panties that it was currently encased in, green and white striped and practically ready to burst at the pillar that was stretching them out. He huffed as he saw it, and looked up at Vinyl Scratch, face screwed up in embarrassment.

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"I mean, you can't really go along just letting it all hang loose because you're all hard, my dude." Vinyl Scratch replied. "I'll be gentle, unless you make me go crazy." She looked down as Staccato just let it all free and her eyes were wide with surprise and anticipation. "Holy shit."

She got down on her knees carefully and gave a loving kiss to his hard member, looking up at him and into his eyes. "You're fuckin' hung, Staccato! I love it."

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He gave her a slight grin and looked down at himself. "Th-that's good to hear," he suggested, having never exactly been in this situation before. He had never been quite sure, but it did seem from her reaction that he was topping some kind of scale. His head flared as her dextrous lips pressed against it, and he gulped. He was going to lose his virginity to DJ P0N3. And she was still wearing her glasses.

"Sorry," he said as she told him to be careful about letting it all hang out. "But you did say... and, um..." He couldn't tell if she was fucking with him or not. "Did you want me to put it away?" He offered. The idea of getting so excited and just stopping was a bit painful, but he really couldn't get a read on this mare. In any case, he let his hand drift to his cock, slipping under the elastic of his panties just in case she did want him to stuff it, literally in this case.


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It was a calm, quiet night in Manehattan, and Rainy was supposed to be having a lovely time. By any metric it made complete and total sense, she knew. The stallion had been a perfect gentlepony, and the movie was surprisingly entertaining. But she just couldn't shake the feeling that something was off... of course, she was a teenager, and this sort of panic was something normal, she had been assured on more than one occasion, but this sort of intense anxiety had been ramping up as the date went on.

This was why she was currently pacing back and forth in the bathroom of the movie theater, missing whatever seen the movie had been playing. It had been a boring movie anyway, and she could probably guess the ending coming, with the mare falling for the stallion and their love dispelling the evil monster. Griffon movies were much better. More violence and weirder endings.

The movie theater's bathroom was... dingy. A little bit gross, a little bit underkept. She knew a lot of the ponies who worked the theater and she wasn't surprised. It was a blow off job, sit there for a couple of hours and collect the bits. Didn't make the bathroom any cleaner, though. She turned to the grimy mirror and tried to peer at her reflection through the gunk that clung to the mirror. One wing came up to toy with her mane, which hung in the same bob it always did, nary a strand out of place. She let loose a sigh and looked back as she smoothed out the small red dress that she had been wearing, contracting nicely against the deeper blue of her mane and eyes, as well as the light gray of her coat. She wished her mom had let her go for make-up. though. She would look even better.

"C'mon Rainy," she muttered to herself. "What are you freaking out about? It's just a movie. It's all going very well."

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Unbeknownst to the mare herself, this plan to keep herself calm was going to be rather... Counter-intuitive, to say the least. Even though the night outside was calm, cloudless, and generally windless, she started hearing a rather concerning rumbling sound emanating from the walls. The pipes, no doubt, but she couldn't think of any reason the pipes would be rumbling. It wasn't especially hot or cold out, so there was no climate control systems causing things to chug along. It wasn't rain, either, for obvious reasons. Something was... Strange. Something wasn't quite right here. She just couldn't shake the unmistakable, fight-or-flight gut panic one had when something was watching you...

Thinking she'd get herself grounded with a splash of water to the face, she went to turn on the taps. With a half-crank, the cold water tap was completely devoid of any water. Strange, but just a plumbing problem. This bathroom was a bit of a run-down room, after all. The hot water didn't work, either. And neither did the taps next to them. In fact, after trying each individual tap, she found that not a single one of the sinks had flowing water. What an absolute hell-hole. Lucky for anypony needing it, there was a hand sanitizer station nearby the door.

All of a sudden, the door to the bathroom swung open. As Rainy turned to look, she saw that it was one of her classmates, Dusty Feathers. She was a pegasus mare, just a little bit taller than her, and she was rather dressed up as well, maybe on a date, from the look of her makeup. She was wearing a rather form-hugging black dress, contrasting her white fur in a rather nice fashion. Waving her prosthetic hoof at the light gray mare, smiling rather sweetly, the foreign pony giggled lightly. "Quelle surprise! Is that you, Rainy? It's been a long while! How have you been?" She looked to be on track towards the stall, but she stopped for a moment to speak to her classmate.

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The sudden appearance of a friend broke Rainy out of her reverie and she looked back at the mare with a smile. Dusty was hot. The white fur was practically the epitome of beauty thanks to Celestia's omnipresent status as the epitome of beauty her, now, and forever, and she also had the tall, slender elegance. Rainy usually didn't swing lesbo but hot damn Dusty was still a treat, and even just looking at her she felt a little more at ease.

"Not so hot, Dusty," Rainy admitted. "I've got this sort of... nervousness. Like, uh, bugs crawling all over me. Except in my brain." The metaphor didn't make much sense to her, and Dusty just gave her that look you give to "special" ponies when you don't get what they're saying. "I'm just kind of... freaking out. I'm here on a date, and it's going fine and all, but... I just keep feeling like something is wrong."

She shrugged and fussed with her mane a bit more before shaking her head. "Do you know what I mean?"

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Smiling warmly, the mare put a stocking-coated hoof on her sorta-friend's shoulder. "Oh, mon cherie, you should not feel so uncomfortable! I can assure you, any stallion would be lucky to have you as their date. To tell you the truth, I am here on a date as well, but... it is, how you say, va pas bien, not going very well. I needed a moment away from him, and... well, I'm glad you're here." She smiled her small, polite little smile, ruffling her wings a little absent-mindedly. "Anyways, I am in need of a moment, if you'll excuse me..." Walking around the light gray mare, she went into a stall, leaving the light gray mare on her lonesome again.

For a moment, she considered whether or not she should just use some of the hoof sanitizer and go, before he got suspicious. But, before she could do anything, she heard a scream, and suddenly, the usually calm and collected mare was making a break for the exit, tripping over herself. "Aiiieeeee!" She heard a long, drawn-out scream from the mare, and she was in a state of absolute panic. Before she could react, however, she felt something wrap around her hind hoof. Looking down, it was some kind of tendril. A long, thick, and rather disgustingly-textured tendril... it was slimy, and felt like some sort of wet towel, wrapped around her hoof. Giving it a tug, she felt it give almost no length, and it started to pull at her...

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Rainy smiled at Dusty as she started off into the stall and began to turn away. Something about that mare always made things better, no matter what. It would have been hard enough to dislike her if she was a total bitch, but given that she was both an absolute sweetheart and gorgeous? Well, Rainy was about as jealous as jealous could be, but at least she got to know Dusty.

She started to head towards the door. She couldn't quite get rid of the feeling, but at least she could chalk it up to nerves and try and move forward with the date. Maybe they'd even cuddle a little bi-

She almost jumped out of her skin as the bloodcurdling shriek ripped through the air of the bathroom and her head darted back, looking for an unseen assailant and starting to dash forward before the sudden, sickening sensation of sogginess wrapped itself around her leg and she look down at the tendril. Her eyes grew wide and she jerked at it with no success a couple of times, letting out a mewling cry as she tried to free herself.

"Dusty...?" She asked. "A-are you okay? Are you seeing a, uh, tentacle?" She asked, trying to pull herself away even as the tendril started to reel her in, trying not to panic.

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The foreign mare nodded her head very quickly, shaking a little. "Mon dieu ce que l'enfer? I have n-never seen anything quite like this... I... I just sat down to the toilet, and THAT touched my leg! Come on, let me see if I can- EEK!" She narrowly sidestepped another tentacle, which had sprouted from a broken sink. It was just as thick, and it was just as autonomous. It seized Rainy's hoof with almost no effort at all, this time being her front hoof, an on the opposite side of her body. The sudden pulling in two directions from two sources threw off the mare's balance, causing her to fall onto her side rather suddenly. The two tendrils started coiling up and around her hooves, slowly making their way up her legs. Dusty frantically tried to pry them off with her rather weak hoof, one of them being a prosthetic, at that, with no avail. "I-I'll see if I can get help... I can't... I'll..." The pegasus sprinted out of the room, looking traumatized.

As Rainy lay on her back, trying to wriggle free from the tentacles' grasp, she saw yet another one, this time pushing through and breaking the sprinkler. It descended from the ceiling, down towards the mare, and slowly started wrapping around her body, starting at her neck. She could feel it was getting tight, but not tight enough to choke her out, just enough to make it hard to breathe. She then saw as it poked around at her chest, and then started to dip underneath her dress, feeling around like a long, slimy digit, worming its way around on her soft, fluffy little chest. Her legs were starting to feel the pull as well, with each of her two hooves being pulled in opposite directions by the tentacles, as if playing a friendly tug-of-war.

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Any good feelings she had held onto started to dissipate as Dusty ran away, even if it was to get help. As the tentacles continued to wrap around her, she whimpered again, trying in vain to free herself, but tentacles were just too strong. Even as she tried to flap her wings, the slimy appendages tightened their grip, curling around her throat.

Was this how she died? She wasn't sure, but she didn't think so. The tentacles could have killed her by now, if they were smart enough, and had applied a precision lock. With deep breathes she could still enough air, but only just, and a fuzzy feeling was starting in at the edge of her vision...

She kicked a little bit more, flaked her wings, but she was exhausted, no air and no energy. She lash slack in the grip off the tentacles, without any control.

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The tentacles continued to coil up and around the young mare's body, getting tighter. The ones around her neck weren't, though. They were just tight enough that breathing wasn't automatic. As she lay on her back, feeling as the thick, strangely warm tendril running down her chest, she suddenly felt as she was pulled up just above the ground. From her vantage now, she could see that the initial tentacle had come from the toilet, confirming in her mind that these had all emerged from the piping. With a crash, another tentacle appeared, this time sprouting from a drain on the far side of the ground. Then, as she was just about ready to think that maybe she knew what was happening, something about the tentacles wrapped around her body... Shifted.

The very ends of them opened up in four directions, revealing their insides. Inside their deep purple, slimy exterior, was a light pink, fleshy bulb. And, if Rainy wasn't losing it, they resembled stallionhoods. Their texture was a little warmer, a little slimier, and definitely more precise in their movements, the one under her dress now almost feeling more dexterous than a hoof. The tentacle wrapped around her arm started to rub up against her fur, getting it rather sticky in the process, in an almost caressing motion. The one around her leg, however, started traveling up her thigh, poking at her underwear with intent.

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As silly as it seemed, in spite of all of this, for a brief moment, the only thing Rainy could really feel about all this was disgust. They were from the toilet! That was so gross. She shuddered as the tentacles gripped around her further and stronger, gripping her limbs so tight there wasn't any chance of her being able to escape, tight enough that she could barely move. She let loose a quiet whimper as the tentacles stroked her, the goo sticking to her fur making her feel dirty. She would need a million showers after this.

And then, as the tentacles open, her eyes bulged, blowing up to the size of saucers as she saw the ends becoming something very... phallic. That had to be her imagination, she thought. But then it started to poke at her underwear and in spite of the chokehold the tendrils had around her throat she let loose a shirll keening noise as it began to toy with her. She didn't even touch herself down there, what was it doing what was it doing. She shook her head no, but her body did have different ideas.

Unable to distinguish between assault and allowed adultery, the body send a pulse of pleasure down her for every touch the tentacle gave her. She wasn't sure how she felt about it... her body was telling her good, but these tentacles weren't trying to help her. A hot wave of shame washed over her as she felt herself get all gooey down there, heat and warmth oozing out as she started to get aroused. Her face broken out into a furious flush and she strained again, legs instinctively splaying themselves out a little further as a "stallion" pushed against her.

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As the mare struggled, trying to fight her own urges as best she could, she felt the head of the tentacle press tightly up against the fabric of her panties, the stickiness from both sides of the thin cloth wall making it almost a non-entity. The clumsy, brutish movement of the tentacle came about again, simply pressing hard into them, enough to start pushing into her marehood through the panties, causing them to stretch rather severely. This did nothing but reinforce her body's natural response to the intimacy of them, though.

As another tentacle burst from a sink, seizing her other hind hoof, the door also swung open. She saw out of the corner of her eye, both Dusty again, looking incredibly worried and distressed. Next to her, instead of help or something, was some colt. "Ah, Rainy, mon cherie, I tried my best, but nopony would come... I got my coltfriend to try to help..." He nodded, clenching his teeth. He was a rather strapping colt, wearing a collared shirt and jeans over his dark red fur and white mane. "Okay, don't panic, miss..." He assured her, trying not to panic. He pulled a knife from his pocket, using his horn to levitate it, and he started trying to saw through a tentacle. He picked the one around her neck and down her chest, bafflingly, which was met with some hostility. The tentacle, which had been running around her stomach, all tightened around her, shaking a bit. It started to shake the mare side to side a little, rolling her onto her side, held in the air. Her ceiling-facing hoof was pulled skywards, and the tentacle pushing against her panties kept on getting harsher, which was in full view of the pair. After a few moments of trying to cut, a tentacle came from another sprinkler system, reaching down and grabbing the colt by his horn. He yelped loudly, falling back and scrambling into the corner. "I c-can't get through it... It doesn't even feel like I was making a dent..." The colt shuddered a little, just mesmerized by the sight in front of him. As was Dusty, surprisingly. "Mon dieu... Is there something we can do, Rainy? To help?"

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The tentacle's first thrust inside was a strange sensation, a sort of rippling pleasure and it managed to draw a strangled cry of pleasure from the mare. She didn't want this, she knew, but there was nothing she could do about this. Just thank goodness no one was here to see this thing rape her.

Of course, the second she had this thought the door opened and the two ponies rushed in. This was conflicting. Part of her wanted to scream not to look, but they might be able to help, she thought, right up until the tentacle grabbed his horn and threw him aside. Rainy wasn't always the best of ponies, but it was clear that these tentacles were willing to kill other ponies, but they didn't seem to want to hurt her.

She shook her head meekly. "N-no," she said. "J-just run I don't, I don't think they're..." She was cut off briefly as she couldn't hold in another moan of sexual arousal, the pace and power of the tentacles absolutely astounding, her face becoming a full flush of red as she did so. Her clit winked and her pussy started to drool, little beads of black welling up at her eyes as she started to cry just a little bit, humiliation, shame, and sensation all overwhelming her rather intently. "Just run!" She squeaked out as hard as she could.

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The colt nodded, skittering over his own hooves to run. "I'll t-try to get somepony to help, I'll... uh... don't worry, miss..." He stammered, clearly and visibly shaken by the sight. However, the mare at his side didn't seem to be as interested in running. She was... horrified? Intrigued? Starstruck? It was impossible to tell, from the blank, hypnotized look on her face, but she just sat on her rump, watching the whole spectacle unfold. The tentacle coming from the ceiling pushed up to Rainy, and very quickly shoved itself up to her muzzle. Without so much as waiting for a response, the phallic head lodged itself inside her muzzle, sliding down over her tongue. She could feel it release some sort of fluid, which sickened her greatly, but after a moment, her gag reflex had been suppressed. The mare who usually had a rough time swallowing medicine, let alone a damned tentacle as thick as her shin, suddenly was able to swallow it without much more than a slight gagging. Convenient, but it barely helped the grossness of it all, as she could still feel how slimy it was, traveling down her throat and rubbing up against the inside of it.

After another moment, the tentacle between her legs finally pushed through, ripping a hole through the middle of her underwear, sliding into her marehood with ease. It was already soaking wet from arousal, making it easy to just slip down into the tight, soft little walls of the young mare. The skywards tentacle pulled her hoof further up, lifting her leg to give it full access to her marehood with no unnecessary tightness. Being penetrated by two of the tentacles now, Rainy could see the tentacle going down her dress wriggle a bit, pulling up through her dress, tearing it open as well.