Hot Gay Tentacle Sex
Encouraged by at least one of them, once upon a time I'd intended to write some Hot Gay Tentacle Sex featuring a bunch of then housemates (called - by me, if no one else - the Oblivionites). I kind of got distracted, so while to understand this it helps to know that edith_the_hutt, tienelle and theinquisitor were said housemates, they don't exactly feature in the following.
So. Have some PG-rated Hot Gay Tentacle Sex:
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Darren checked the task sheet.
First up was an underage schoolgirl in Tokyo. He could have sworn they'd farmed the last of those out to TentiCorp, but if someone wanted to pay good money for the bespoke service far be it from him to argue. Ooh, then a pair of librarians in San Francisco. That should be right for the work experience boy. Never too early to learn about papercuts. And. Oh. That wasn't good.
"Mr Roe?" The work experience boy, Keith, was still holding the task sheet in his central sucker. Good lad. "Mr Roe? You're oozing. Mr Phillips said to call him when you started oozing blue, and this is- I don't know, I think this is more kind of purple but- but should I still call him?"
With a conscious effort, Darren closed his pores. "No, not to worry, lad. I was just surprised to see them on the list again so soon."
"The librarians? But Mr Phillips said-"
"No, lad. The Oblivionites."
The boy's suckers recoiled instantly, dropping the task sheet in the puddle of blue-purple goo Darren had leaked. He couldn't blame the lad, not really, especially after his own display. He pulled himself together with a wet slopping sound.
"Not to worry, lad. We'll take Geoff - Mr Stevenson - along. He'll see you right."
Geoff was a good partner, when push came to squelch. Together he and Darren had molested more Japanese schoolgirls than their Dark Master had had hot, writhing virgins for dinner, and between them they could teach this work experience boy everything he could possibly need to know about the working end of hot gay tentacle sex.
But then, Geoff was five days from retirement. He'd been talking about the ranch he was buying for months. Even kept a photo under his left fronds. He wouldn't want to go on a mission like this so close, not with a photogenic rookie and an even more photogenic - Darren modestly tucked a stray frond of his own behind his mandibles - old flame. They'd all seen that film.
"Mr Phillips said- He said our Dark Master had double-booked the 15:20 molestation, so you and Mr Stevenson weren't to- You weren't to go together, he said." The boy paused to take a deep breath, nearly inhaling the fast-corroding task sheet still lying in the goo. "But I'll come. I'm not scared."
"You should be, lad. You should be."
So. Have some PG-rated Hot Gay Tentacle Sex:
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Darren checked the task sheet.
First up was an underage schoolgirl in Tokyo. He could have sworn they'd farmed the last of those out to TentiCorp, but if someone wanted to pay good money for the bespoke service far be it from him to argue. Ooh, then a pair of librarians in San Francisco. That should be right for the work experience boy. Never too early to learn about papercuts. And. Oh. That wasn't good.
"Mr Roe?" The work experience boy, Keith, was still holding the task sheet in his central sucker. Good lad. "Mr Roe? You're oozing. Mr Phillips said to call him when you started oozing blue, and this is- I don't know, I think this is more kind of purple but- but should I still call him?"
With a conscious effort, Darren closed his pores. "No, not to worry, lad. I was just surprised to see them on the list again so soon."
"The librarians? But Mr Phillips said-"
"No, lad. The Oblivionites."
The boy's suckers recoiled instantly, dropping the task sheet in the puddle of blue-purple goo Darren had leaked. He couldn't blame the lad, not really, especially after his own display. He pulled himself together with a wet slopping sound.
"Not to worry, lad. We'll take Geoff - Mr Stevenson - along. He'll see you right."
Geoff was a good partner, when push came to squelch. Together he and Darren had molested more Japanese schoolgirls than their Dark Master had had hot, writhing virgins for dinner, and between them they could teach this work experience boy everything he could possibly need to know about the working end of hot gay tentacle sex.
But then, Geoff was five days from retirement. He'd been talking about the ranch he was buying for months. Even kept a photo under his left fronds. He wouldn't want to go on a mission like this so close, not with a photogenic rookie and an even more photogenic - Darren modestly tucked a stray frond of his own behind his mandibles - old flame. They'd all seen that film.
"Mr Phillips said- He said our Dark Master had double-booked the 15:20 molestation, so you and Mr Stevenson weren't to- You weren't to go together, he said." The boy paused to take a deep breath, nearly inhaling the fast-corroding task sheet still lying in the goo. "But I'll come. I'm not scared."
"You should be, lad. You should be."