[F4A] Tentacle Turmoil

DOCKED - E.D. 04/27/4939 - 21:03:29

The screen flickers its readout to an empty captain’s chair, its occupant already down to the docking arm with her personal effects— only that necessary for a pleasant unwinding on Mephi station.

…

“Your first time? Wow! Well… let me be the first to welcome you to Cephora, Robin.”

The blue-skinned woman leads me down a long, dim hallway. A tight dress leaves rather little of her curves to the imagination, her beaming white smile successfully calming my nerves— somewhat, at least.

“We’ve gathered a myriad of species from throughout the galaxy. All humanely, of course,” she continued. “There are of course many attributes to discover and appreciate… Ah, I see you’ve requested something more, introductory. And we’ve just the room for you.”

This little presentation carried us past door after door, yet there she paused. One warm glow above and below, a massive 74 marked down its length. “Inside you’ll find room to change, shower, however else you might like to prepare. A room all your own. When you’re ready, proceed through the green door, and you’ll find your company ready as well.”

…

“How was that new girl, Amel?” The employees’ lounge already had a trio trading stories and lounging about when she arrived, relaxing herself.

“Fine. A bit spooked, clearly. But she’ll be fine.” The blue-skinned woman replied, finding herself a drink and stretching out on a leather couch.

“A first timer?” Another spoke up. “You know Malci has been on us about making a good first impression. Where’d you stick her?”

“Oh she marked down herself that she was new. I put her in 74.”

“74? 74… With the XXX? Amel… that thing is… And it hasn’t been, well, serviced in weeks.”

“Ha! She’s in for the grand tour!”

…

“Customer has received a bonus 24-hour credit to her reservation; We welcome you to Cephora and hope you enjoy your first stay with us.”

The voice chimes from overhead in my walk-in shower, shower-head in my hand and working over my pale, sudsed up skin. I’d stared at the green door for a while before stepping in, questioning how exactly I’d gotten this idea in my head.

Robin… just try it once. No strings attached, no feelings, just a bit of fun and then you’re back on your way. Hauling freight gets lonely and you don’t have to tell me not all your needs are getting met. Here, I even have a coupon.

Amy’s voice rattled around in my head— the memory hardly seemed a proper explanation. ’No’ is easy enough to say, right?

One of the few perks of being a cargo captain at 28 is the discretionary ability to take on freight only when you wish. And with a bit of a cushion built up, at least a brief bit of shore leave wouldn’t hurt.

I stand 5’2”, a lithe build, with auburn hair to the small of my back and most typically tied up in a messy bun— but to mark this unique occasion I went to the trouble of braiding twintails. My skin is pale, the features of my face soft and with decently full lips. The only hair below plucked brows on my body is a neatly trimmed bush just above my ‘innie’ pussy. My breasts are perky B-cups, often going bra-less in a crop-top or in just a bralette aboard the ship. Slender legs and my shapely, bubbly, wide-hipped rear are often hidden in cargo pants. Boots hide my meticulously pedicured feet, though their red polish matches that of my fingernails.

Amy had told me not to worry about dressing for the occasion, the wardrobe provided more than adequate. Stepping out of the shower and drying myself off I decided to take a look.

Whilst still eyeing the green door nervously.

…

Say hello to Robin! Captain of a space-faring vessel and now booking some time with one of those tentacle monsters she’s heard about.

But apparently she’s about to get much more than she bargained for.

This post has already gotten rather long so I’ll try to be brief with my aims here. I’m looking for partners to brainstorm and play one such tentacle monster, with its own unique attributes, abilities and interests once it gets ahold of Robin.

Our poor captain expected something perhaps smaller than herself, plenty pleasurable but still with herself firmly in control. What she does get will be out of her hands.

Ideally there’d be a good deal of pushing her boundaries and generally being a rough, lustful, at times selfish creature. I’ll also leave to you how intelligent the creature might be, from one with mere procreation its only real thought to one with more high-minded ambitions of corrupting Robin also plenty welcome.

Writing partners of all genders are of course welcome, but let’s keep the focus on our tentacled star of the show!

Please be as specific as can be and bonus points for letting me know what sort of kinks or ideas the creature itself might have toward Robin and what they desire from her.

Speaking of those.

Kinks: being submissive, rough sex, clothed sex, hair pulling, creampies, cunnilingus, long sloppy blowjobs, creaming, squirting, lots of cum, precum, aliens, nipple teasing, rimming, anal training, impreg risk, dub-con, foot play, toe sucking, outercourse, double penetration, tentacles, humiliation, musk, sweat, aphrodisiacs, sheathes, sheaths, oviposition, exotic cocks (knotted, ribbed, flanged, bumped, flared, etc.) and more!

Limits: Short, effortless replies, toilet play, smegma, saccharine romance, hyper, gore, blood, heavy bondage, cervical penetration,

With that all said, I hope to see you at Cephora!