DANGER, DANGER, INSANITY LURKING
or the Birthday-fic for coffeestudies
Rating: NC-99 for not being brain safe, otherwise NC-17 for pron
Pairing: jellyfish/human male. Yes, jellyfish/human male. Run. (and on the side: swimming trunks/human male. shut up, it made perfectly sense yesterday night!)
Warnings: jellyfish/human non-con anal tentacle rape, written in 6 hours of complete and utter insanity
Summary: Seriously, jellyfish/human non-consensual anal tentacle rape (yes, I wanted to say that again. it has a certain ring to it)
Beta: fredbassett took one for the team sacrificed herself so you could read it without my made up words, and other embarrassing mistakes!
Notes: I blame this entirely on coffeestudies, who has this icon *points above*, and because my fandom-tainted brain was easily convinced that jellyfish/human porn is a good idea. And she wanted this as her birthday fic, so yeah, it's all. her. fault.
The beginning is a bit bumpy, and then you can pin point the exact moment I let madness take over. Basically, I lost my mind and giggled a lot.
Everyone should, at least once, write pron with the help of a wikipedia page (just in case you are confused by the smart words I used at the beginning). I used canon reality at first, and then I slipped into fanon started making shit up for the pr0nz sake. I'm not surprised. Are you?
Oh, and if the jellyfish sometimes sounds like Rodney McKay, then that is coffeestudies fault as well, because... well... DON'T ARGUE WITH THE CRAZY WOMAN, OK. Did I mention how this was so totally not my fault?
THIS IS JELLYFISH/HUMAN PRON. IF YOU GO INSANE IT IS YOUR OWN FAULT.
It was love at first sight or at least the jellyfish equivalent of it. Or it would be if the jellyfish had anything like eyes. In this case though, it was love from the moment on the jellyfish's ocelli, a light-sensitive organ, first felt the other body in the water.
There was the familiar feeling of excitement running through its nerve net, but there was something else too, something it had never felt before, like sun shining on its thin skin (though without the painful feeling of dehydration, obviously). The tingling warmth spread through its system, setting everything on fire (in a pleasant way) and tentatively it reached out a tentacle. The moment of first contact on skin, skin so much thicker as its own, felt like eating 50 of the yummiest fishes all at the same time. The jellyfish would have staggered, so intense was the feeling, but alas, lacking the physically ability to stagger, it merely swayed rhythmically in the water.
It wasn't a surprise when the other body suddenly began to move frantically, and the jellyfish felt its excitement intensifying, felt its cnidocytes, and it turn, tentacles swelling with poison. The body (his love was a male human, it noted absently and full of adoration) managed to loosen the tentacle from his leg, and the jellyfish reacted quickly by with wrapping another tentacle around his waist, bringing itself into physical contact with the object of its affection.
It shouldn't be possible, but the excitement intensified even more, and the poison kept on rushing into its tentacles, making them fuller and harder, and it tried not to let the poison out of its pores (knowing that wouldn't be good for its love, not at all), acting against its own nature. All the wriggling and flailing his love is doing isn't helping, it just adds to the metaphorical fire burning in the jellyfish's stomach pouch, and then suddenly it's easy to control the poison, and the jellyfish is so overwhelmed with that feeling of control that it practically throws itself against the human's chest. And his love seems confused or maybe he's overwhelmed too, because the wriggling and thrashing stops suddenly, and the jellyfish practically pulses with a feeling of pride.
It doesn't want to wait any longer now, and before his love remembers his shyness and starts with the nice but very distracting wriggling again, it wraps itself completely around the human's torso, greedily sweeping over all the skin it can possibly reach, enjoying the smooth feeling of the chest, curiously dipping into the cute little hole it finds there, and exploring the two little nubs that slowly harden under its ministrations. With a jolt the soft-feeling arms under it's tentacles start moving again, but the jellyfish is having non of that this time, not when there's so much to learn about the body of it's love, and four swollen tentacles are enough to secure the two thrashing limbs.
Where it to have the necessary organs it would purr, but as it is, only the quickened movement of its bell-like formed head is an indication of its excitement and arousal.
And then suddenly, the skin under one tentacle changes abruptly, and all the exploring comes to a sudden halt. Even his love seems startled by that, and the wiggling stops once again.
Dread wells up inside the jellyfish, when another tentative sweep brings forth the same sudden change, the feeling of another being on its love's skin. Two other tentacles are summoned down to explore the intruder, and the jellyfish feels indignation so strong that it's color fluctuates, when they discover just how close that intruder clings to its loves skin!
A decision is quickly made, and the jellyfish begins to tear and tug at the intruders form, discovering not without a certain amount of glee that the intruder is apparently a abject coward, because it's already giving in to the jellyfish's insistent pulling and soon the intruder is slithering down its love's long and hairy legs, but it's too slow, like it doesn't really want to part from the jellyfish's love, and just before the jellyfish decides to get down there and show that lover-stealing jerk what it's made of, the coward is sliding down into darkness, probably burning with shame and fear of the One Mighty Jellyfish.
The anger is quickly dissolving when it starts to explore the skin it just freed from the cowardly intruder, and a full body shudder goes through the jellyfish when it suddenly discovers that its love has a tentacle of his own. Completely in awe, it carefully moves one tentacle around it, barely touching the skin, and its love thrusts into the touch or away from it, the jellyfish can't be sure which, and just to make sure it isn't accidentally hurting its love, it wraps a whole tentacle around it's love's appendage and slowly tightens. The shudder it can feel vibrating through its love's body is telling it everything it needs to know, and instantly the jellyfish's tentacles start their exploring again, this time not encountering anything that feels out of place, only two funnily placed pouches next to the small tentacle (but the jellyfish knows that size doesn't matter, and so its love only grows with the knowledge that it is the stronger one, the protector in this relationship), and a quick flick of a tentacle tip reveals that these too, are very sensitive to the touch and bring its love's small tentacle to grow adorably, bringing pleasure to him.
And while the jellyfish feels not only a little smug about rendering its love into a helplessly thrashing wreck, it cannot help but feel like this encounter is a little bit... one-sided. It feels bad about that thought instantly, and re-doubles its efforts to pleasure its love, but still doesn't stop the exploration for other parts it may have missed. And then it finds a hole, and had it a heart, it would surely have skipped a beat. Or two, when it discovers, that in contrast to the little hole in the front, this one seems deeper.
Excitement makes the tentacle chosen for further exploration tremble in delight, and the first lingering over the opening, the merest push makes its love thrash and wriggle again, even more so than before, which it can feel through the one tentacle peacefully resting on it's loves hip. But this time the thrashing and wriggling seems more earnest, but the jellyfish doesn't stop, cannot stop this time, and so it tries to distract its love with a more insistent tightening and stroking of his tentacle, shivering when its tentacle starts to glide into the tight hole, and into a warm heat that seems to engulf the tentacle like a second skin.
The jellyfish stops for a moment, to collect itself again, and because its control over the poison wavered there for a moment, and then it begins to slowly thrust its tentacle in and out of its love's body, and the pleasure bubbling under its skin seems to triple.
It doesn't take long and the jellyfish loses itself in the rhythm of thrusting in and out of the clenching hole, and with scientific delight it discovers that the small little gland it feels in all that endless heat has a pleasuring effect on its love as well!
Soon it starts to trade between its tentacles (it feels unfair for just one to have all the fun with its love), thrusting them in and out, in and out, and then it gets bold and tries it with two, and the little tinge of disappointment when it doesn't instantly work vanishes soon enough when after a little trying here and a little prodding there, two tentacles fit in after all.
The jellyfish feels like it is in heaven, and it wants this to last forever, just the jellyfish and its love and all the things they share, will share in the future, children, a family, but then its love's hips thrust forward one last time, and white, thick looking fluid emits from the tip of its love's tentacle.
For one disjoined moment the jellyfish wonders if this is poison and if it will die this way, embracing its love, still inside its love's body, and it's not surprised to discover that it wouldn't mind.
And suddenly the water becomes restless, a shadow landing next to them, hovering over the jellyfish menacingly, and then its love is being taken away, and the jellyfish just about manages to disentangle itself form its loves body, before it's heaved out of the water with its love and would die a slow and painful death.
And then its love is gone and the jellyfish is alone again, the water around it rebelling one last time and then there is only silence, and a would-be-broken jellyfish heart.
If you made it this far, then congratulation! And I'm really sorry about your sanity if you had any left that is *winks* Oh, and just for your information, the jellyfish's name is Kenny. I know you were just about dying to hear that.
Rating: NC-99 for not being brain safe, otherwise NC-17 for pron
Pairing: jellyfish/human male. Yes, jellyfish/human male. Run. (and on the side: swimming trunks/human male. shut up, it made perfectly sense yesterday night!)
Warnings: jellyfish/human non-con anal tentacle rape, written in 6 hours of complete and utter insanity
Summary: Seriously, jellyfish/human non-consensual anal tentacle rape (yes, I wanted to say that again. it has a certain ring to it)
Beta: fredbassett took one for the team sacrificed herself so you could read it without my made up words, and other embarrassing mistakes!
Notes: I blame this entirely on coffeestudies, who has this icon *points above*, and because my fandom-tainted brain was easily convinced that jellyfish/human porn is a good idea. And she wanted this as her birthday fic, so yeah, it's all. her. fault.
The beginning is a bit bumpy, and then you can pin point the exact moment I let madness take over. Basically, I lost my mind and giggled a lot.
Everyone should, at least once, write pron with the help of a wikipedia page (just in case you are confused by the smart words I used at the beginning). I used canon reality at first, and then I slipped into fanon started making shit up for the pr0nz sake. I'm not surprised. Are you?
Oh, and if the jellyfish sometimes sounds like Rodney McKay, then that is coffeestudies fault as well, because... well... DON'T ARGUE WITH THE CRAZY WOMAN, OK. Did I mention how this was so totally not my fault?
THIS IS JELLYFISH/HUMAN PRON. IF YOU GO INSANE IT IS YOUR OWN FAULT.
It was love at first sight or at least the jellyfish equivalent of it. Or it would be if the jellyfish had anything like eyes. In this case though, it was love from the moment on the jellyfish's ocelli, a light-sensitive organ, first felt the other body in the water.
There was the familiar feeling of excitement running through its nerve net, but there was something else too, something it had never felt before, like sun shining on its thin skin (though without the painful feeling of dehydration, obviously). The tingling warmth spread through its system, setting everything on fire (in a pleasant way) and tentatively it reached out a tentacle. The moment of first contact on skin, skin so much thicker as its own, felt like eating 50 of the yummiest fishes all at the same time. The jellyfish would have staggered, so intense was the feeling, but alas, lacking the physically ability to stagger, it merely swayed rhythmically in the water.
It wasn't a surprise when the other body suddenly began to move frantically, and the jellyfish felt its excitement intensifying, felt its cnidocytes, and it turn, tentacles swelling with poison. The body (his love was a male human, it noted absently and full of adoration) managed to loosen the tentacle from his leg, and the jellyfish reacted quickly by with wrapping another tentacle around his waist, bringing itself into physical contact with the object of its affection.
It shouldn't be possible, but the excitement intensified even more, and the poison kept on rushing into its tentacles, making them fuller and harder, and it tried not to let the poison out of its pores (knowing that wouldn't be good for its love, not at all), acting against its own nature. All the wriggling and flailing his love is doing isn't helping, it just adds to the metaphorical fire burning in the jellyfish's stomach pouch, and then suddenly it's easy to control the poison, and the jellyfish is so overwhelmed with that feeling of control that it practically throws itself against the human's chest. And his love seems confused or maybe he's overwhelmed too, because the wriggling and thrashing stops suddenly, and the jellyfish practically pulses with a feeling of pride.
It doesn't want to wait any longer now, and before his love remembers his shyness and starts with the nice but very distracting wriggling again, it wraps itself completely around the human's torso, greedily sweeping over all the skin it can possibly reach, enjoying the smooth feeling of the chest, curiously dipping into the cute little hole it finds there, and exploring the two little nubs that slowly harden under its ministrations. With a jolt the soft-feeling arms under it's tentacles start moving again, but the jellyfish is having non of that this time, not when there's so much to learn about the body of it's love, and four swollen tentacles are enough to secure the two thrashing limbs.
Where it to have the necessary organs it would purr, but as it is, only the quickened movement of its bell-like formed head is an indication of its excitement and arousal.
And then suddenly, the skin under one tentacle changes abruptly, and all the exploring comes to a sudden halt. Even his love seems startled by that, and the wiggling stops once again.
Dread wells up inside the jellyfish, when another tentative sweep brings forth the same sudden change, the feeling of another being on its love's skin. Two other tentacles are summoned down to explore the intruder, and the jellyfish feels indignation so strong that it's color fluctuates, when they discover just how close that intruder clings to its loves skin!
A decision is quickly made, and the jellyfish begins to tear and tug at the intruders form, discovering not without a certain amount of glee that the intruder is apparently a abject coward, because it's already giving in to the jellyfish's insistent pulling and soon the intruder is slithering down its love's long and hairy legs, but it's too slow, like it doesn't really want to part from the jellyfish's love, and just before the jellyfish decides to get down there and show that lover-stealing jerk what it's made of, the coward is sliding down into darkness, probably burning with shame and fear of the One Mighty Jellyfish.
The anger is quickly dissolving when it starts to explore the skin it just freed from the cowardly intruder, and a full body shudder goes through the jellyfish when it suddenly discovers that its love has a tentacle of his own. Completely in awe, it carefully moves one tentacle around it, barely touching the skin, and its love thrusts into the touch or away from it, the jellyfish can't be sure which, and just to make sure it isn't accidentally hurting its love, it wraps a whole tentacle around it's love's appendage and slowly tightens. The shudder it can feel vibrating through its love's body is telling it everything it needs to know, and instantly the jellyfish's tentacles start their exploring again, this time not encountering anything that feels out of place, only two funnily placed pouches next to the small tentacle (but the jellyfish knows that size doesn't matter, and so its love only grows with the knowledge that it is the stronger one, the protector in this relationship), and a quick flick of a tentacle tip reveals that these too, are very sensitive to the touch and bring its love's small tentacle to grow adorably, bringing pleasure to him.
And while the jellyfish feels not only a little smug about rendering its love into a helplessly thrashing wreck, it cannot help but feel like this encounter is a little bit... one-sided. It feels bad about that thought instantly, and re-doubles its efforts to pleasure its love, but still doesn't stop the exploration for other parts it may have missed. And then it finds a hole, and had it a heart, it would surely have skipped a beat. Or two, when it discovers, that in contrast to the little hole in the front, this one seems deeper.
Excitement makes the tentacle chosen for further exploration tremble in delight, and the first lingering over the opening, the merest push makes its love thrash and wriggle again, even more so than before, which it can feel through the one tentacle peacefully resting on it's loves hip. But this time the thrashing and wriggling seems more earnest, but the jellyfish doesn't stop, cannot stop this time, and so it tries to distract its love with a more insistent tightening and stroking of his tentacle, shivering when its tentacle starts to glide into the tight hole, and into a warm heat that seems to engulf the tentacle like a second skin.
The jellyfish stops for a moment, to collect itself again, and because its control over the poison wavered there for a moment, and then it begins to slowly thrust its tentacle in and out of its love's body, and the pleasure bubbling under its skin seems to triple.
It doesn't take long and the jellyfish loses itself in the rhythm of thrusting in and out of the clenching hole, and with scientific delight it discovers that the small little gland it feels in all that endless heat has a pleasuring effect on its love as well!
Soon it starts to trade between its tentacles (it feels unfair for just one to have all the fun with its love), thrusting them in and out, in and out, and then it gets bold and tries it with two, and the little tinge of disappointment when it doesn't instantly work vanishes soon enough when after a little trying here and a little prodding there, two tentacles fit in after all.
The jellyfish feels like it is in heaven, and it wants this to last forever, just the jellyfish and its love and all the things they share, will share in the future, children, a family, but then its love's hips thrust forward one last time, and white, thick looking fluid emits from the tip of its love's tentacle.
For one disjoined moment the jellyfish wonders if this is poison and if it will die this way, embracing its love, still inside its love's body, and it's not surprised to discover that it wouldn't mind.
And suddenly the water becomes restless, a shadow landing next to them, hovering over the jellyfish menacingly, and then its love is being taken away, and the jellyfish just about manages to disentangle itself form its loves body, before it's heaved out of the water with its love and would die a slow and painful death.
And then its love is gone and the jellyfish is alone again, the water around it rebelling one last time and then there is only silence, and a would-be-broken jellyfish heart.
If you made it this far, then congratulation! And I'm really sorry about your sanity if you had any left that is *winks* Oh, and just for your information, the jellyfish's name is Kenny. I know you were just about dying to hear that.