[center][b]Fucktopus Feeding Time[/b][/center] [center]By Kaydrien Iceclaw[/center] “This is [i]not[/i] what I thought I was signing up for.” Emily grumbled. “You’ll do fine.” Jenna’s voice wafted over the wall of the changing room where the barrier didn’t meet the ceiling. Emily was absolutely sure she heard the tones of a cheeky grin in her coworker’s words. “That’s not- It’s not like I’m worried it’ll be hard!” Deciding there was nothing else for it, she slipped her pants off. And, reluctantly, her favorite pair of patterned panties. Nobody needed to see her ninja-anime-themed underthings on top of everything else. “I’m not thrilled to get molested in front of the customers.” “You’ll love it, promise. …Awww, feeling a little shy?” Emily had stepped out around the corner, still clothed in her aquarium uniform shirt. Her lower half was wrapped in the blue towel she had tucked around her waist, the object of Jenna’s teasing look. “I’m not walking to the tank bottomless.” Emily said flatly. “Have it your way.” Jenna shrugged. Fully clothed in both the aqua-blue polo shirt with its logo and the matching black pants, darn her. The easygoing raccoon took entirely too much impish glee in her discomfort. “See how long you keep it up, though. Not much point. And it’s a crime to hide those legs, anyway.” “You’re not helping.” Still wistfully eyeing what was visible of the jaguar’s slim and spotty legs, Jenna jerked a thumb in the direction of a side hallway. “That way gets you to the tank without crossing through the public sections.” “Technically helping just to piss me off isn’t helping.” Nevertheless, the big cat stalked in the direction her coworker indicated. She and Jenna went way back, having met early in college. Now reunited in a work environment she could see the raccoon hadn’t changed a bit. Truthfully she rather liked Jenna, most of the time. To the point that she had even dated the incorrigible ringtail for a while during their third year at university. But some people just couldn’t be counted on to let a disgruntled cat suffer in peace, and Jenna was one of them. The drafty journey was too short. Though not short enough to avoid passing by several other aquarium employees on the way. Emily thought she might have preferred it if they stared instead of assiduously not doing so. Jenna followed along all the way to the exhibit door, staring enough for all of them, but Emily had expected as much. “It’s 10 o’clock.” Jenna reminded her. “I know.” “It’s feeding time.” “I’m gathering my nerve.” At 10:00:59 exactly, Emily stepped through the door and into public view… and found it worse than expected. “Super packed today.” Jenna noted, as if anyone could have missed the shoulder-to-shoulder crowd crammed in around the display tank. They were all looking in Emily’s direction too. Most had noticed the half-naked leopard’s arrival and transferred their gazes from varied resting places to her body. “Excuse me.” She found herself gently elbowed aside by another coworker, a spotted hyena who she didn’t recognize. He carried a small bucket of mixed fish food. … Right. It was feeding time for more than just the fucktopus. Emily did her best to appear confident as she stepped after the hyena over the artificial rocks toward the water of the tide pool exhibit. Alas, the towel wrapped around her waist could only follow so far. Carefully keeping her mind blank, the woman tugged the fluffy fabric free of her hips and tossed it back in Jenna’s direction. There was a bevy of gasps and an increase in the level of chatter from the assembled spectators. She focused on keeping her footing on the concrete ‘rock’ of the artificial shore, peering down to make sure she wasn’t about to plant her weight on any of the urchins. Finding none, she squatted, lowering first one leg then the other into the shallow water. “Now over here, you’ll see- if you can see past our other guests, that is- you’ll see that it’s feeding time at this exhibit.” “Wonderful.” Emily muttered sarcastically. There was a tour going to add to the crowd already there. Well, fuck it. She was going to pretend they weren’t there. There were too many furs of all descriptions out there already for a few more to make it any harder. [i]There’s nobody there.[/i] “Now, a lot of tide pool creatures don’t like to move around too much. Over toward the left you’ll find we have a lot of shallow areas with little hidey-holes, currently at simulated high tide, is a great place to get a good look at some of the shellfish, echinoderms, and crabs.” [i]With some nifty hidden barriers to keep them from eating each other.[/i] Really, it would have been better to split this up into a bunch of little tanks. Of course, that would have made it extremely obvious what a large portion of the visitors were here to gawk at her specifically. “But as John there starts distributing food into the water, you’ll see plenty of mummichogs and blennies coming up to eat. Mummichogs are also called saltwater minnows-“ [i]NOBODY’S LOOKING AT THE DAMN FISH![/i] Emily squashed the strong desire to yell. [i]Everyone’s here to ogle the naked leopard lady getting ready to- They aren’t there. There’s nobody there. Just crowd sounds and aquabiology lectures playing on a speaker.[/i] She put her mind to settling down onto a comfortable(ish) flat bit of rock, her nude lower body well into the water and legs dangling into the deeper part of the tank. Her shirt, soaked, clung to her chest so much she gave up and pulled it off, leaving only her bra behind. Not like it mattered. The wet cloth slapped onto the concrete rock behind her, a sharp noise cutting through murmurs and a wolf whistle. Overloaded determination guided her fingers between her legs, and Emily began to rub at her cleft softly. She tried to find a groove to get into along with her own, with an effort pushing other thoughts aside to make room for mental pictures of hot guys. It shouldn’t take much… “-over in this nook over here, Emily is getting ready to feed the fucktopus. Fucktopi are rare mollusks closely related to both squids and nautilus, and are very sensitive to the body fluids of terrestrial creatures.” Having her name dropped snagged the jaguar’s ears, absolutely was not helping efforts. Settling for mechanical stimulation over mental state she slipped a finger into herself, letting an unintentional gush of cool saltwater into her folds. The chill caused her to gasp. But, fighting her impulse to the contrary she slid a second finger in as well, and spread her pussy to let in the water. She held her flower open like that, pink folds spread in a diamond-shaped hollow the better to let water flow in and out. Delicately she took her clit in between finger and thumb to twiddle it. She didn’t have to wait long before something caught her peripheral vision. She switched to absently scissoring her fingers against each other inside herself as she watched a mottled limb snaking its way out of a cleft in the rock. It undulated her way, pressed itself to the solid surface and contracted, pulling the rest of the fucktopus with it. With her head up in the air and it down in the water, Emily couldn’t see it very well. But she knew what it looked like. It was, well, an octopus. An octopus with a funky, suggestively glans-shaped head but an octopus all the same. Dark grey, almost black, with hints of green, about as big as a basketball, arms that could stretch to about three feet. Emily, wishing she had gotten to do a practice round in private, managed not to flinch as the fucktopus’s first arm found her ankle and wrapped around. “When a fucktopus finds a fur, or terrestrial feral, it’s quick to grab on and make for the genital region so it can feed.” Three more tentacles were wrapped around Emily’s leg in an instant. It abandoned the rocks as its primary support and began to climb. “Heavy fucker aren’t you.” Emily muttered under her breath as it hoisted itself up to her knee. A couple arms draped themselves over her other leg before climbing upward. She snatched her hand back from her cunny as a tentacle tip prodded at the cleft, giving it access to tickle its tip around her labia. Emily had kind of assumed the fucktopus would drive right in, just ram that tentacle into her pussy and go to town. But she very soon found that the creature understood the concept of foreplay better than most of the lovers she’d had in her life. It teased slowly around her lower lips, stopping at her clit where the tip curled around it, sending a warm shock up into her with a tingle radiating in behind. [i]That’ll be the thing’s happy chemicals.[/i] “-other species of cephalopods feed mostly on fish, crustaceans, and other mollusks. The fucktopus instead consumes the sexual secretions of other-“ It was coming for her pussy juice, as everyone listening probably knew well beforehand. In a minute the tour guide (it would have been Steve today, wouldn’t it?) would get to mentioning the aphrodisiac mucus which was getting her clit hard already. Now, with a tentacle tip was sliding into her slit proper, the feline was definitely feeling that things were going too slowly. …That is, she had previously wanted this to go faster so it would be over with. [i]Now[/i] she wanted it to hurry up and get to what increasingly seemed like the good part. The fucktopus had other ideas. It resisted her attempt to shove the most intimately placed tentacle further into herself with a surprising amount of strength, merely continuing to tickle at her shallows as it lazily meandered its body up toward her increasingly warm snatch. “Come on, come on-“ Emily made the mistake of glancing up from the cephalopod so tactilely seducing her, found that she wasn’t so horny as not to care about the crowd, and jerked her eyes back down in a hurry. [i]There is NO ONE THERE, just me and the sexy little tentacle guy. Fuck, maybe once it dopes me up some more I won’t care that I’m getting tentacle-fucked for an audience…[/i] After way too long his bulbous head had got to her lap. The tentacles only shallowly in her snatch slid away, parting from her vaginal walls with pleasantly explosive-feeling little pops where its suckers were gently adhered, just before it planted its mouth against her heated hole. In the background, Steve’s continued monologue continued unabated, incongruous, and mostly ignored. “-specialized mouth parts-“ That hole at the center of its tentacles everted itself, turning inside out into her pussy. A flash of heat radiated into her abdomen from the filling hole, another dose of liquid sex delivered directly. And, as hoped, it was suddenly very easy to tune out the tour guide. While Emily coped with the thick plug of soft, undulating mollusk that had inserted itself into her and spread her wide to a depth of three inches, the fucktopus occupied its tentacles firmly wrapping around the rest of her body. By finely honed instinct a pair found their way upward and coiled under her bra, encircling her breasts in spiraling loops. A sucker planted itself neatly on each, forming a seal on the nipple to push the little nubs in slow circles. Emily came. Under the water it would have been difficult to tell she was something of a squirter, but with the fucktopus latched onto- and rippling, bobbing, and undulating inside- her crotch, none of her femcum escaped in any case. The animal somehow sucked on her whole pussy without at all slowing the rolling oral fuck, drinking down every drop while it massaged her inner walls. She shuddered her way through the climax, knowing full well there were going to be more. The fucktopus had more tricks up its myriad sleeves. One of those hypothetical sleeves would have been going up her ass in a moment; a tentacle-tip slid its way smoothly up her tailhole while it was still contracting rhythmically from her orgasm. The arm pressed at her inner walls, pressed against the mouth-plug through her walls. The anal pressure adjusted this way and that, sending shocks through her, found the perfect place to mash all her intimate internals together and apply just enough force to her G-spot. Again she was cumming into whatever the thing used as a throat. And that was all before it started pinching her clit. And [i]then[/i], it extended some sort of tongue-ish thing deeper into her through the fuck-mouth plug, and licked her cervix in firm slow circles, teasing at the entrance to her womb the way it had started on her pussy. Humping against the fucktopus was, frankly, pointless as it was solely attached to her. No motion she could make (including pressing its soft body to her waist with her hands, which she did try) could possibly affect the stimulus she received in any meaningful way. Admittedly, she didn’t really feel she could improve on the feelings. It was just, getting fucked that hard, she couldn’t very well not go through the motions. It- ‘it’ being the octo-fuck accompanied by rolling multiple orgasms- didn’t end at any precise point. It tapered off slowly enough that she didn’t regret it going, stimulation receding gradually to allow pleasure to be smoothly replaced by contented exhaustion as it went. A smooth comfortable letting-down that left her relaxed and happy with the world as it was. The jaguar didn’t want to do that again- she was too fucked out- but she could already tell she was going to, at some point. At least it would be something to look forward to next time she had to make the walk from the locker room. “Hey, you good?” Emily blinked, looking up. She was being addressed by the hyena guy- Steve called him John a bit ago, right? Right, his nametag confirmed it. He was kneeling down beside her seat in the water. The cat glanced down between her legs, found that the fucktopus had resettled to the rock beside her instead. “Yeah, just a little out of it. Haven’t done that before.” John nodded in perfect understanding. “Fred’ll do that.” “Fred?” John pointed at the mollusk beside her. “Fred the Fucktopus.” “Oh. I see.” Emily patted the soft, suggestively shaped head. Fred pressed back into the touch, then pulled away a fraction. “Nice to meet you, Fred.” She let the cute hyena boy help her out of the water and onto her shaky legs. When he was sure she wasn’t going to fall over he let go and began to clamber down into the water himself. “What-” Emily started to ask, before seeing that ‘Fred’ was already hauling itself into the hyena’s lap. Right. Even a fucktopus needs a varied diet. “Try to- Mmmh-“ John said, penis already sinking into the fucktopus maw. “Drink lots of water, okay?” “Yeah, I’ll do that.” Jenna was there to help her stumble back toward the locker room, entirely naked since her bra had popped off at some point, and chattering happily about how she was [i]so[/i] saving that footage for personal use. “Whatever.” Emily mumbled with good humor. “Just get me back into some clothes before I remember how embarrassed I am, ok?” [center]The End[/center]