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A metallic creaking echoed through the room as Spamton angled his head to the side to peer at the thing in the center of the room. Out of all the Darkners that the gang had brought back, this had to be one of the strangest. A very large ball of pink tendrils that splayed along the ground with a singular shiny black eye at its center that followed his movements. Without the fountain, they must have been some sort of squishy toy. Something he might have even tried to offer ads for back in the day. Puffer balls or something? That sounded right. Identifying it did not exactly explain why it was in the bakery back room where he usually hid away from the bustle of the town though. He had been lounging and making idle chat with the smith in the NEO body since he was one of the few that seemed very unperturbed by him practicing with staying in it. It had caused him bit of a startle when he had opened the door and slunk in after deciding to retire.
Stepping forward, drawing his wings close to his back, he cleared his throat. “DIDN’T [Think, Mark, think!] ANYONE ELSE WOULD WANNA [[Stayfast]] BACK HERE” He said, voice holding a grating edge to it as it usually did when he had been trying to keep the body stable for a while. The ball of pink tentacles seemed to perk up at him speaking and it raised one of its many limbs and waved at him almost excitedly. A little crooning whistle of a noise following the motion. Spamton blinked before waving back awkwardly. “UH, NO [Speak’n Spell]?” The other Darkner bobbed its tendril again like a nod. Well, it was far from the first Darkner he had met that could not speak in a traditional sense. However, that did pose a challenge for figuring out if they were planning on staying back here. Spamton nudged the door closed behind him and rubbed the back of his neck before getting an idea. “ONE [Seconds]” He said, shuffling over to one of the many boxes and tugging out a notebook.
Most of it was full of his own drawings, but there were a few blank pages in the back. He clumsily grabbed a pen from the bottom of the box as well before shuffling over and holding it out to the other Darkner. “KNOW HOW TO [Writing tips & tricks]?” Almost as soon as he had finished speaking, the tentacled blob had reached up with two limbs to grab the notebook and pen, deftly flipped it open, and started scribbling before holding it up to him so close that it grazed the tip of his nose. Spamton blinked before squinting to peer at the words.
‘I’m Squish! The quiet is nice, so I wanted to stay here. I could leave if you need space?’ The words were in cursive, with a few hearts drawn around them and Spamton raised a brow, debating it for a moment. He supposed he understood the need for a reprieve. It was part of the reason he had started coming to the back room in the first place.
“GUESS ITS [fines] FOR A [bitrate].” He said, pulling back and then flopping down on the blue shabby rug next to the other, rather aware of the eye following him. His wings splayed out behind him and he rolled his shoulders. “YOUR LUCKY SPAMTON G. SPAMTON IS A [char1ty mogrul3]. I SHOULD [excess charges] RENT.” He said with an amused huff. Even if he knew full well the room wasn’t ‘his’, it had started to feel like it. Just as he stretched one leg out and pulled the other up to rest an arm atop his knee, he was met with one of those tentacles waving in front of his face again gripping a few- Dark Dollars? His pupils contracted and he lunged forward to snap his teeth around them before any thought about it even had the chance to form. He swallowed noisily, giving a contented hum before freezing. Side eyeing the other that was still staring at him, and it seemed like there was a practical sparkle in its eye. “WORKS FOR [Hourly rate]” He said, clearing his throat and looking off to one side.
After a moment, he caught a flash of white out of the corner of his eye and when he looked back he was met with the notebook again. “Your wings are pretty” The simple sentence was circled with yet another heart and he was suddenly quite aware of one of those tendrils gliding along the outer edge of his left wing. He sharply turned his head to look at it, and the other Darkner froze, lifting the tendril up off his wing. They looked a tad guilty about it and Spamton clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth.
“THEY R [2cool] HUH?” He said after a moment, rather casually nudging his wing up and back against the tendril. Feathers ruffling pleasantly as it immediately went back to rubbing along the middle joint. There was something rather tempting about leaning into a little praise. Not to mention he also had a nice buzz rolling down his spine as that money settled in his stomach. It had been a minute since he had gotten to snack on any. The other Darkner gave another whistle before pulling the notebook back to write again. The one tentacle still massaging a circle on his wing. He had to wonder what it must have been like to have so many limbs. After a few seconds he was presented with another message.
‘You seem tense’ As he read it, the tendril on his wing gently prodded at a spot on the wing that most certainly felt sore and Spamton grunted softly.
“STILL GETTING [Used cars] TO THIS.” He gestured vaguely at himself. The body was always a drain on him, and he felt like he was on edge which of course resulted in some tension. ‘Squish’ gave a curious whistle and Spamton waved a hand. “LONG STORY.” There was a brief pause before they took a moment to write once more and then show it.
‘I could help? People like my massages!’ Spamton tilted his head on reading that one. Well, it made sense. The other did look like they were tailor made for as much contact as possible. A little pamper session might be good, especially for free. After a very brief deliberation, he nodded.
“[Shore leave] IF YOU THINK U CAN HANDLE ALL THIS” He added, puffing his chest up somewhat proudly. Being in this body always was such an ego boost. The other Darkner gave a trilling that almost sounded like a laugh even as it shifted closer, several of their lengthy limbs stretching out to glide along his wings and his back. Feeling out the blend between the feathered and the mechanical. It almost tickled at first, before he felt a few press up against where the wings met his back and he heard a pop. The sound was quickly followed by a sense of relief rolling down his spine. He hadn’t considered that they might have been a little misaligned. With a contented grunt, he leaned back into the tendrils as they rolled against him. Surprisingly, they seemed to support him with little trouble at all. Maybe the other was a bit stronger than the initial appearance might indicate. Up and down his back, they seemed almost supernaturally keyed in to where to rub to ease the stiffness that had been plaguing him.
Reaching up, he placed a hand on one of the tentacles by his waist as it flexed forward. They were quite soft on their surface. Feeling similar to a peach or some other soft fruit. He tilted his head, pressing his thumb lightly into it. Watching the material press in slightly. The entire tendril seemed to tremble and he noticed the ones on his back had stilled. “[Shoulda woulda coulda] ASKED HUH-” He said and loosened his hand to let go only to find the tentacle arching up into his palm to stay there. Spamton squinted, curling his hand back around it. “[Good deals]?” Squish pulled a tentacle around and bobbed it up and down as though nodding. Maybe getting this touchy with someone he had just met was strange, but they seemed pleasant enough. Unlike a lot of the Darkners he was avoiding outside. Leaning back further, he gave a low hum in the back of his throat as the attention continued. The limbs kneading almost every inch of his back by that point. Rolling along his spine, even pressing along his hips. Slinking forward along the sides of his thighs which he took note of, but without a hint of concern. Absently stroking his thumb back and forth along the tendril he was still holding. He could feel his eyelids getting heavier and he shook his head briefly to keep himself in the moment.
Glancing down, he watched one of the tentacles curl briefly around his thigh and then retract. Like it was testing the waters? A prickle rolled down the back of his neck as he really took in the position he was in. Fully flopped back into the other Darkner’s hold. A good twenty or so of those pink appendages were on him. Rubbing at the base of his neck, sliding along the arch of his wings, slowly slinking around his waist. Still keeping their grip loose like the other was waiting for him to complain. Spamton clacked his teeth once while looking to one side. Well, it wasn’t like he could blame the other for wanting to bet a good feel in. It was quite the body. The prideful thought caused his feathers to ruffle again and he rolled his shoulders. A part of him was getting curious too. What that much attention all at once might be like- He gave a sharp exhale through his nose as a curl of heat wound in the pit of his abdomen. Wings perking as he felt the tentacles on his waist tighten briefly. Were they able to tell? It seemed like it. Though they still felt like they were hesitating. Spamton looked up at the ceiling for a moment before squeezing the tentacle in his hand and then letting himself go near totally limp. “DON’T GOTTA [Hold it back].” He said after a pause, making brief eye contact before clearing his throat.
Hopefully that would be clear enough. He hated the idea of having to press the point. A few seconds passed where the other was completely still and he furrowed his brow. Maybe he would have to- “AH?” He gave a small startled sound in the back of his throat as a few of the tentacles had finally curled fully around his thighs and gently tugged them apart. At the same time, the ones around his waist had tightened. A shiver rolled down his spine as he grabbed tightly onto the tentacle he had been holding, placing his other hand over his teeth. Watching as the pink tendrils slipped down and further in. Sliding over the sleek black of his inner thighs in a way that almost felt obscene to even look at. Swallowing hard, he then jolted as he felt a tentacle winding along his neck and then against the underside of his jaw. Tilting his head up ever so slightly. The sheer amount of contact was getting dizzying fast. A feverish rush of arousal accompanying every little point of pressure on him. Two tentacles slipping along his upper torso. One nudging its way into the center of that triangle on his chest. A few kneading the joints of his wings in a way that had him flexing them unconsciously. No less than four around his lower back and moving along his rear around to where they had fully wrapped around his thighs and were slowly creeping ever in towards his groin.
As he parted his teeth to breathe out hotly, the one along his jaw moved up and slunk into his mouth. Spamton pressed his tongue up against it. Whatever apprehensions he might have had initially about getting into it with a practical stranger thrown out of the window at the overwhelming impulse to do as he pleased. And as it was at that moment, it felt a little too good to ignore. Winding his tongue around the tentacle in his mouth, he was hit with a distinct taste of strawberries and his mouth watered. Breathing more heavily as the tendrils on his inner thighs kneaded in slow circles. It felt like he was on the edge of a precipice and he could tell he was getting hard. His own black tentacle of a cock pushing down out of himself. Below it, the folds of his cunt getting wetter. Trying to rub his thighs together only got him a sharp tug from the tentacles holding onto him. Spreading his legs further and he shuddered hard at the exposure. Giving a muffled sound around the tendril filling more of his mouth and arching his back briefly. A small attempt to try and get the attention he was desperately hoping for by that point. Calves trembling. The heels of his boots digging into the floor.
Darting his gaze to one side, he noticed the door. He hadn’t locked it- Someone could walk in. See him slumped back into a practical pile of pink appendages feeling him up. Holding him open. Wings splayed haphazardly out and twitching at all the heavy petting. Triangle on his chest flashing brightly as a tendril pushed ever deeper into it and lit up his nerves oddly. Bobbing his head as he sucked on the tentacle in his mouth. Glasses starting to become askew on his nose. Drool dripping down the sides of his jaw. His cock curling up into the air seeking any kind of attention. His hands completely unbound, instead sliding along the tentacles curled around his waist so he couldn’t even really excuse it as being held there against his will. He could feel his face redden. Turning scarlet as he screwed his eyes shut. Just as he did so however, he felt a tendril finally brush up against his erection and he opened an eye to peek down. Exhaling sharply as he watched the tentacle intertwine with his and he gave a muffled groan as it rubbed along him. The bright pink a lurid contrast to the black. Mouth going slack as pleasure lanced up his spine.
The moment he had relaxed his mouth, the tentacle in it burrowed to the back of his throat and he twitched so hard that he briefly felt the winding appendages on his waist loosen to let him jerk. There was a slickness seeming to build along the pink winding coils, adding to the near pornographic sensation of it all. It was difficult to think past the pure heat flooding out from his core as his cock was stroked languidly and the tentacle in that triangle on his chest pressed up against the glass that his heart was tucked behind. Feeling some trepidation, he tightened his grip on the tentacle on his waist and breathed more shallowly. It was, fragile, after all. In response, the other Darkner slowed in their ministrations, pulling the tendril back slowly from his throat and using another to tuck a stray hair that had fallen in front of his eyes back into place. Once the end of the tentacle pulled away from his teeth, he breathed in and out heavily. Catching his breath before giving a low drawn-out moan as the other kept stroking. He clamped a hand over his mouth at it and he could feel just how much his face was burning at how needy he had sounded.
“N > N OT [Half-off] BAD UH-“ He felt his head start to loll to one side as his world started to shrink to the waves of tingles rolling up from his groin. Heaven they were good at that. He lifted a hand to tap at the bottom of the triangle before placing a hand on the tentacle still wound into it. “[Heart-attack]S JUST A, HES Z Z [Eazy br3aks]” His voice staggered and seemed to trip over itself. Pixels refracting off him as he felt a slight glitch hit. Normally, he would be more hesitant to admit to that, but as it was, he could feel the thing already trying to escape him. Eager for the attention just as much as the rest of him. Even if they did not coax it out, it was liable to soon pop out on its own. “SO HHF [handle with care]?” He finally got out, letting his arm go limp as the other almost cradled him. Supporting his arms as well, even as they bobbed a tentacle once more in a little ‘nod’ followed by a soft whistle. Feeling some relief at that, Spamton drew his wings forward a little as he leaned further to the left. Head bobbing to and fro slowly at the continued stroking. Teeth parting languidly even as he felt his heart nudge the little glass door open and tuck itself quite willingly against that encroaching tentacle.
A softer keening initially escaped him at the feeling. A direct bolt of pure ecstasy zipping into the very center of him as the tendril wrapped around his heart and then tangled itself around the chain. Maybe he should have been giving that more attention when pleasuring himself before. Giving a jittery laugh, he bucked his hips. Lost in it. He felt his arms tugged up above his head and his legs spread further. He swiped his tongue over his teeth, feeling more than a little eager as a tentacle brushed gently against the outer plump folds of his cunt. He was dripping. Fluid beading up and now pooling onto the tip of the tendril prodding at him. In one swift motion then, it flexed forward and pushed inside. Stretching him open. His leg kicked impulsively before jittering as it started to go deeper and he gave a few glitched and gaspy noises. His inner walls tightening around the length as inch after inch slipped up into him with almost no resistance at all. Like this body was simply built to take it. Maybe it was. A divine creation could handle more. That made sense right? He dragged his gaze from where he could see the length slowly disappearing into him up and to the side. Shivering hard as he realized he couldn’t even see all of it. Those tentacles were, long. How far was it going to go? His entire body suddenly tensed as it stroked his cock harder at the same and he was brought up towards a sudden climax.
Spurting an inky black over his own belly and the pink tentacle still coiled about him, he felt himself tense around the one still burrowing into him, drawing it deeper. Feeling it form a bulge on his lower stomach with how much was inside at that point. He panted out hotly, brain feeling like it was short circuiting as the glow of the orgasm crashed over him and yet they were still gently squeezing his heart, stroking his cock, rubbing along his back, cradling his wings, holding his arms, keeping his legs spread. He fixed a bleary eye on the tentacle still slowly pushing into his cunt, making slick sounds that sent a buzzing down the back of his neck in the aftermath of his climax. He then felt a familiar pressure against his jaw and he turned his head to open his mouth for that tentacle yet again. Saliva pooling in his mouth immediately as he let it slide back and forth along his tongue. He felt overly sensitive, twitching hard at every little bit of attention even though it had slowed somewhat after they had gotten him off. There was a sudden spike of pleasure as the tendril inside him hit up against something and then retracted before thrusting.
A muffled whine of a sound fell from him even as he drooled heavily around the tentacle in his mouth. There was no way he looked like anything but a mess by that point, but he deserved it right? To be able to let go? He’d been through enough to have earned this. He rolled into the thrusting even as it felt like the appendage was growing inside him. Widening. His entire body jerked in the other’s grip as the tentacle then felt like it was spilling something deep into his very core. Hot, and a lot of it. So much so that he could start to feel his abdomen extend out. They must have been coming themselves, but he could barely keep hold of that thought as the growing pressure tripped something fevered and instinctual in the back of his brain. He could imagine this might trip him into laying again. The heaviness felt similar to when he was swelled out with pipis. He managed to looked down, watching his lower belly expand out before his body tripped over the edge into another orgasm. Smaller this time, body twitching limply in the other’s grasp as his eyes slipped shut. Feeling himself drip around the tentacle inside him even as it started to retract. After a few moments, it finally pulled out of his cunt. Leaving it a little agape in its wake. A near flood of pink liquid rolling down over his thighs.
It took him a few moments to even realize he had been almost entirely released, tendril slipped free from his mouth. Laying back limply against the other Darkner. One tentacle patting his head. Opening an eye, he noticed his heart was out, curled up in a coil of a pink tendril atop his chest like some sort of contented cat. Glancing to one side, he cleared his throat. “GIVE A PRETTY [Good showing]” He eventually said, rubbing the back of his neck. The patting to the top of his head slowed before he found himself hugged exuberantly. A crooning excited sound reverberating through him. “ALRIGHT ALRIGHT. EASY ON THE [merch]” He said, giving a snort. The other Darkner gave an approving sound even as they let him go and he yawned.
He supposed that worked well enough for a ‘rent payment’. Snickering to himself at the thought, Spamton stretched his arms above his head.
It was then that he finally popped out of the NEO form and fell a few feet down into a pile of tentacles. Puppet form far, far smaller in comparison to the other. Blinking before looking up at the shiny black eye peering down at him quizzically.
“UH, MIGHT, TAKE A [Minutemaid] TO EXPLAIN.” He said, watching as a tentacle reached up to gently poke the tip of his nose. They just bobbed it then, another nod.
Well at least his new “roommate” seemed patient on top of the other benefits.
Now where to start-