No matter where in the universe you life, life just seems to throw a few curveballs just for the hell of it. Case in point is Talrenda Zhorna. Educated at the prestigious Kornak University and initially on the fast track at a job in the once-booming Zarklog corporation, the war had been rough on her people and her planet. The economy tanked, and jobs were lost, and all that shit just meant she wasted her time and her money.
So, instead of being a big wig at a major interplanetary corporation. Talrenda’s slurping zlarg noodles and hiding from the mailman.
“Come on, girl, when are you getting a job?” her friend, Irkna asks through the videophone. Talrenda just lays on her bed, her four arms draped over the edges, dressed only in a t-shirt and panties, and groaning. “Just bite the laser capsule and put yourself out there. Just apply for the first thing that comes to mind.”
“Yeah, yeah… Talrenda says, sitting up. “Don’t you worry about me, I got something… and it’s pretty big.
“What? Then why did you call me? Take it!”
Talrenda glances downward at the crumpled paper in her hand. She unfurls it, seeing the ad printed on there. “Seeking hot bodies for dancing and other erotic arts. Excellent pay. Check your morals at the door.
“I’m just worried it’s not me.”
“Girl, you can’t afford to find something that fits. You need something that pays,” Irkna says. “Or you’ll be out on the streets.
“Yeah… maybe you’re right. What the hell, I’ll give it a shot.”
“That’s it, girl. You never know… you might grow to like it. Can’t know until you try, right?
“Heh… right…”
Talrenda steps outside of her place, dressed in a casual tank top and shorts. Making sure to lock her portal, she sighs when she sees the writhing mass of tentacles standing in the line for the bus. “Great… Jerrry…”
The tentacles curl up at the sound of the name, and there comes a grunting squeak from within them. Talrenda shoves her hands into her pockets, front and back, and shrugs as she walks past him. “I don’t have time for this, Jerrry. I got an interview.
“Talrenda Zhorna…” the rumbling voice of the tentacled creature emerges from the depths of its indescribable form. “Hopefully not trying to snipe my job.”
“I sincerely doubt it,” the female admits. “What, you got one lined up?”
“Maybe,” he says. “But I won’t tell you. That’s corporate espionage.”
“Oh fuck off with that,” she snaps, passing him. “This isn’t high school, you know. You don’t have to be the big man on campus when we’re in a recessive economy and a troubled market.
“Blah blah, fancy words,” he says. “But just you wait. I’ll be at the top, and then you won’t look down on Jerrry!”
The bus teleports in, pulling up in front of the walkway. “Yeah, yeah, we’ll see,” Talrenda says, casually flipping her annoying neighbor the bird with one of her minor hands before stepping on the bus.
Man, fuck Jerrry and his constant complaining. At least now, Talrenda is trying something… but… if he found out what this was… if she got this job… she’d never hear the end of it. Well, it’s not like she’s actually going to get a spot as a dancer, right?

The heavy beat of bass fills her body as she swings her hips. Her necklaces and bracelets jingle to the beat. Her pierced nipples jiggle, all six breasts undulating as she rolls her stomach, and the paint on her arms and legs glow in the dark. Her name is Singularity because when people look at her, they get sucked in. Her major arms wrap around the pole while her minor arms brush up and down her body. She glances over her shoulder, biting her lip and twerking her behind for her adoring fans.
Cheers rise up from the drunken crowds, all of them seeking the exotic look of the woman from another planet. The buzzing spaceport is no stranger to women of all sorts, dancing for the delight of others, showing off the depths of depravity that could be held in the cold void of space.
Fingers move down under her, between her legs, spreading the sex for all to see. She arches her back, opening her mouth, closing her eyes, and rocking, as if fucked by an invisible man behind her. With the crescendo of the song, she moans, letting the deep, throaty call fill the room, and letting the people clap and cheer just for her.
She steps backstage, grabbing a towel and dabbing her forehead with it. That’s when Flarko rolled up “Singularity, Singularity, there’s my girl” the fish-man said, swirling around in his automatic rolling bowl. 
“You got my paycheck?” the dancer asks one hand on her hip.
“Yeah, its in your credits right now. See?”
Talrenda lifts her wrist, letting the holographic screen light up. “500 credits! But I fucked an imaginary dude tonight!”
“That’s the problem. It’s imaginary. If you want the real money, you gotta do the real deal. I’m opening up exclusive, black card access for those willing to take it a step further.
“Fuck, I don’t know…” Talrenda says, rubbing her shoulder.
“Think about it, but don’t take too long. I only have a few openings for this next gig. I’ll send you the deets, but you need to get back to me by tomorrow night.” He rolled away as another dancer steps out. “Luscious Lucy, there’s my girl…!”

The bus teleported in, and out of it steps Talrenda, head low in the chilly air. It had been a few months, and she had done well at the job, but how could she go further… can she go beyond? No. She still has her dignity.
“There you are,” comes a very familiar voice. Talrenda groans as Jerrry pulls himself out of the crevices of reality. “Man from the bank came and- hey!”
As soon as he finished that first thought, she burst through to the door. “No, no, no!”

Flarko chuckles, rolling up in his little bowl. “I’m so glad you decided to change your mind, Sing. You won’t regret the bump in the paycheck, believe me.”
Singularity sits at her dressing room, all four hands on the desk, staring at herself to make sure every little inch is painted and appropriately adorned for her performance. It’s not like she has a choice at this point. The repo man is not someone to trifle with, and her place is next on the list of things to get rid of.
“Look, babe. I know you have ‘standards’ or whatever, but I take care of my performers. Everyone you’ll dance with is clean, and we’ll take care of any unwanted situations, if you catch my drift. Though, remember the bonus…”
“Inside bonus, yeah, I get it,” the stripper says, pushing herself up. “Just get the check ready. I need it tonight.”
“Sure, sure, oh, and by the way, don’t forget this.” Flarko presses a button on his control panel, and his robot claw pulls out, handing a black clot to her. “First act—make it sexy.
She rolls her eyes and grabs the blindfold. “Yeah, yeah… here we go.”
The thump of the base tells her its time to get on the stage. She saunters up onto it, dressed only in a thong. She grabs onto the pole and spins around, her plump lips turning up into a smirk. She blows a kiss to the crowd, then slides two hands down over her chest, giving her nipple rings a flick. Her primary hands rise up, holding the cloth and placing it in front of her face. She ties it up, licking her lips, undulating to the beat of the song.
When she applies the final touches to the tie, her other hands move down to her hips, thumbs hooking under her thong strings, pulling them down over her thighs to the cheers of the crowd. She steps out and lifts the garment up, slingshotting it into the hungry masses, and giving a lucky customer a wonderful gift.
The spotlight hits her skin, warming her up, and giving her a layer of sweat to work with to start. She remembered what was coming next, and was prepared, but even then, the feeling of the tendrils crawling up her ankles and her legs makes her stop and gasp.
So far, her only experience with tentacled beasts had been with Jerrry, not exactly the sexiest of situations, but she has heard stories about how such creatures could be insatiable lovers, ravenous fiends.
The tentacles slime up along her legs and even coil around her wrists and also her neck. A large form looms over behind her. She grinds against the writhing mass behind her, and she gasps out for the benefit of the audience.
The tentacles ride up along her body, getting her nice and slick with the slime that coats his members. The arms around her neck tighten slightly, becoming like a choker around her. Just enough to give the audience a show, but comfortable. He’s a professional.
The tendrils below travel up her thighs. The tips go underneath her body, looping around each other, and teasing at both of her holes.
Talrenda hasn’t gotten off at work before. She knows how to separate business and pleasure, but she never had anyone touching her before.
Tentacles wrap around her body, looping through her nipple rings and then swirling around her tits. Soon enough, she’s bound up by the creature, turned into a puppet that dances only to the monster’s moves.
Fluid pumps through his tentacles, the warm stuff pulsing against her skin and swelling the tips of his limbs. He presses those engorged things inside her, pushing up into her sex, pushing up against her ass, and penetrating between her lips.
She’s totally at his mercy. Her hands move up, her other hands move down, she rolls and dances, and she sways, all to the beat, all to his whims.
She can turn her mind off now. She doesn’t even have to pay attention to her movements. The tentacled one got it for her. It’s comforting in a way, but the comfort soon disappears as the next part begins.
Hot sticky fluids shoot out from the bulbous tips of the creature, shooting down her throat, dribbling down her chin. It’s the same down below. Spurt after spurt shoots up into her, pushing into her womb, traveling up her colon. How much was this creature made of? How much can she take? It doesn’t take long for it to pull out, letting go of her completely.
She falls forward onto her hands and knees, the cloth sliding off of her face. Her partner had undone it. She stares up at the audience, tentacle cum spilling out her mouth when she stares at them in her shock. A moment later, she spins around on her knees, twerking her ass to let them see the cum oozing out from inside of her, rolling out of the tight holes like oil from a jug, spilling in quick spurts, then in slow waves.
Lucky for Talrenda, there’s a shower ready for all the dancers. She sticks her face under the faucet, gargling the water and spitting out some residual salty sperm from her mouth. She shudders, scrubbing herself clean. “This shit is impossible to get out,” she grumbles, rubbing her arms, her legs, up between those legs.
She gathers up her things and gets to the bus, where she promptly passes out, snoring heavily on her trip home.
“Uh, miss…?”
Talrenda jolts up, glancing around. “W.. What?”
“You’re at your stop and…” he coughs.
She blinks, looking over herself. A stain darkens between her legs. “Fuck!” she shouts, jumping up and rushing out the door. That fucker got in there deep. How much more of that stuff is still up inside her?”

Talrenda rushes up to her door, practically crashing into the entrance to keep anyone else from noticing the tentacle monster sperm oozing through her pants. She bangs her head on the door, feeling like a complete moron for not cleaning up better, but then again, how was she supposed to know how prolific that sperm would be? After all, when she was in the shower, she had taken probably ten minutes just squatting over the drain, her fingers spreading her pussy open and letting the stuff ooze on out of her. It was morbid, yet a fascinating, sight to behold. The discharge clogged the drain. Seeing this, She felt the need to get out of there and to feel bad for the janitor.
Now, she’s burning with embarrassment, fumbling with her keys, and hoping the day couldn’t get any more embarrassing.
“Long night, Talrenda?” comes the all-too-familiar voice.
“No… Not now, Jerrry!” she growls.
“Wow, someone pissed in your energy mug, didn’t they?” The tentacle creature says, some of its form leaning over the partition between their two properties. “You look like you had a tough night. I tell ya, I had a pretty great one.”
“That’s nice, Jerrry,”
“Yeah, it was a really fulfilling job, you know, and I…” he twitches, sniffing the air. “Say… do you smell that? Smells almost like-”
“Not now, Jerrry!” Talrenda says, slamming the door behind her.
The tentacle beast rubs the fence, tapping a tentacle upon it. “Something’s up with that girl…”
Inside her bathroom, Talrenda strips down and starts her shower. She pulls a small box out of her purse and rips at the packaging, all while her communicator buzzed.
“Gnnh… stupid… f… answer!” she blurts.
Irkna speaks up on the other side. “Hey, there. Haven’t heard anything since that scare you had. How’s everything going? Do you need any help?”
“N… no, I’m fine!” Talrenda says, using all four hands to rip at the package. “I… I got it figured out.”
“That’s a big sum you owe the bank, though,” Irkna says.
“I found a job that pays well. I just… got to rest and stuff.”
“You okay.”
“I’m in the bathroom, alright?” She rips the packaging open, and the tiny capsules inside fall out all onto the floor. “Blargasket!”
“Oh damn, language!”
Talrenda gets down on the ground, gathering up the pills. “No, it’s… just let me rest right now, okay?”
“O… okay, but I’ll… I’ll call back tomorrow, got it?”
Talrenda picks up the pills one at a time with three hands, holding them in her fourth. Once satisfied, she pops one, swallowing it dry and stuffing the rest back into their container. “Fast-acting. Let’s just hope this keeps any unexpected surprises from growing in there…” she says, patting her stomach.
Cum squirts out from between her legs from her touch, and she hobbles on towards her shower, leaning over, watching as more of the tentacle jizz rolls down her legs.
“Fuck!”
She watches the globs of cum ooze down her leg, and through it all, she bites her lip, glad no one can watch her and see the fascination on her face.
A few days without needing to work gives Talrenda some time to relax, grab an ice pack, and let her sore muscles recover. Sometimes, her body feels the phantom touch of those tentacles. Her mind replicates the sounds of cheers from the crowd. She remembers the thumping of the bass pounding as hard as the tentacles pound into her. She shudders, thinking about how much she made doing that and how much she could make doing it again… and maybe, even doing it again without producing anything.
Maybe she should call Irkna? It’s been a while, and she could use some time with her friends. Maybe grab some lunch or someth-
A sharp pain hits her stomach, and she grabs at it, stumbling to the bathroom. She falls to her knees in front of her toilet, sweat building upon her forehead. But the pain subsides. The feeling of sickness wanes, and she’s left there, sitting in front of the bowl.
She looks over towards her trash bin and grabs it, throwing old napkins and wrappers to the side in her search. She pulls out the box of pills, now empty, and reads quickly over the labels “guaranteed to eliminate the side effects of unprotected sex with up to 1000 different species…” She leans in, narrowing her eyes, focusing her gaze upon the fine print. “Warning… not recommended for use with tentacle monsters. See a doctor for side effe- Fuck!” She pitches the box out her window and pushes herself up. When she stares at herself at the mirror, she gazes downwards, then she looks over her shoulder. Taking a deep breath, she lifts up her shirt, just a little bit, and she rubs her stomach. Was she… is she getting fat?”
“Damn…” she says, shaking her head. “This… this could be a problem.”
Talrenda knocks on the door, her hands buried in the pockets of her heavy hooded outfit, perfect for hiding the little bump in her belly.
The door opens, and the inconceivable mass of tentacles beyond greets her. “Talrenda… what do I owe the surprise?”
“Jerrry,” Talrenda says, walking past the threshold and into his domain. “I don’t know who else to turn to about this, but I got myself a little problem.”
“Yeah?” Jerrry says. “Well, now, isn’t this interesting… I’m an annoyance unless you need my help. Well, I never thought I’d see the day that the high and mighty Talrenda would stoop to the level of needing to ask the lowly Jerrry for-”
“Jerrry, I’m pregnant!” she snaps.

The fact that Talrenda turned to Jerrry for help with her pregnancy took the tentacle beast off guard. The two never really could confide in each other about anything. He couldn’t help but feel bad for her, and he couldn’t help but notice the swell of her belly. She turned to HIM for advice. Now, he has to give it.
“Hey, hey, there. It’s okay. First thing’s first: you need to decide what you’re going to do… have you contacted the father, yet?”
She shakes her head. “N… no… I, uh…” she stops and takes a deep breath. “I guess I should do that, huh?”
“Probably a good idea… uh, if you two are on good speaking terms, that is, even if it is a rocky relationship, you know there’s going to be some legal things to deal with.
“Thanks…” Talrenda says, wiping her nose with her sleeve. “I think I’m doing a little better… just needed to… tell someone, I guess.”
“Well, your secret is safe with me, and-” He checks his watch, “Aw jeez, I’m late for work. I’ll catch you later, neighbor!” he says, slinking off into the small tube transport for invertebrates. He slinks on through and is shot immediately towards his destination.
Flarko rolls back and forth in his tube, and Jerrry shoots out of the tunnel, sticking to the wall a moment before peeling off and landing with a splat.
“There you are, star man! What’s the deal? People need you to breed some bitches, man! That’s why I pay you the big bucks.”
“Hey, sorry about that, Flarko, my man. I just got caught off guard by my neighbor and all, and she’s pregnant, so, it really got me thinking, and…”
“Jerrry, Jerrry… any girl you knock up here will be taken care of, alright? They’ll get paid—they’ll get their medical treatment, and then they’ll get back to the job, no biggie. All you need to do is fulfill your natural desire to pump gallons of xeno-jizz into their cunts.”
“Yeah, yeah… I guess so,” Jerrry says. “So, uh, who’s on the docket today.”
“Singularity tonight, Jerr, but she’s a little late. Just get ready, and you let me worry about it. Go ahead… get yourself psyched up.”
Yeah, psyched up. It doesn’t take much. Jerrry might put on the facade of an intelligent and sophisticated being, but deep down, even the most brilliant of tentacle beasts have that urge deep down within them. Their primal need is much more potent than that of any other creature. Every inch of their body is an erogenous zone, and the pressure that builds up within them requires release regularly.
Many of his kind get jobs in these fields. So, while he sits backstage, he lays back, relaxes, and turns off his mind.
His body twitches, the fluids pumping, his mind disappearing into the dark corners of his subconscious.
That’s when he sniffs it out… a female, one he’s had before… one that has proven to be fertile. He knows it… she’s already carrying his spawn.
He must give her more!”
The crowd cheers as the tentacles erupt from behind. Those limbs wrap around Singularity’s arms and legs, holding her down and feeling over every inch of her. He tastes the sweat and the pheromones just oozing out of her. It is a delicacy to know that a woman would come back to him for breeding. He wastes no time this time around, twirling two of his tentacles together into a pointed pillar of fucking. He thrusts it upwards, penetrating deep into her, feeling around inside, taking an image of her body.
There’s a familiarity here. Jerrry’s had her before. He’s enjoyed her taste, her texture, and the sounds of her voice.
Her moans rise up, panting as she rocks her hips over his tentacles inside of her. He doesn’t push too far upwards this time, knowing there is his offspring in there. In a celebration, he strokes across her cheeks, feeling the contours of her bones, tracing the shape of her body, and feeling something… something changing within him.
Unlike the other times that he’s gone into autopilot, his id begins to fade away. His ego screams out from the darkness from which it recessed, shouting in a mix of emotions. He lashes upwards, grabbing the helmet upon her head.
Singularity gasps, pulling her hands from his grasp and grabbing onto the visor covering her identity. “The fuck are you doing?” she hisses, spinning around so the audience wouldn’t see her speak.
Jerrry holds tightly to her, but not squeezing too tight. Hearing her voice, he freezes, holding her there for what seems like an eternity. He says nothing, but he instead tugs the visor upwards.
The glowing eyes underneath the visor widen. Singularity looks towards the tentacled horror that impregnated her. The thing that had been her first fuck on stage—it’s… it’s…
“J…Jerrry!?”
“T… Talrenda…” he huffs.
“What the fuck are you-” she gasps, he thrusts upwards into her, fucking her quickly. “Shhh…” he whispers, stroking her cheek. “We can’t drop the show.” He pushes the helmet back down over her, spinning her around, and tieing her up.
Her arms are tied behind her back, her legs are spread apart, her six breasts bounce with the rough fucking he’s giving her. She gives up, her tongue rolling out, her screams getting louder and louder. It’s time now for Talrenda to turn off her mind, to let herself fall into the dark abyss of sex and pleasure. After all, it’s the only way to protect her brain from the insanity that this eldritch horror has brought upon her.
Not the insanity that she fucked her neighbor
Not the madness that he gave her children
But the insanity that she’s enjoying this even more now that she knows the truth.

The gartak is out of the bag now. Talrenda and Jerrry, two neighbors who had a healthy disdain for one another, soon realize that they were the partner in the erotic breeding dance at their place of work. Not only was the mask of anonymity ripped right from them, but it happened right in the middle of a particularly stunning routine.
As Jerrry’s tentacles latch tightly around her wrists and ankles, Talrenda attempts to make some kind of sense out of the reaction in her body. She’s so wet, that she’s practically a faucet between her legs, feeling that penetrating mass of tentacles push up towards her cervix without penetration. After all, she is already knocked up—knocked up by Jerrry himself.
She falls forward, her breasts swinging, her tongue dangling free from her mouth, one eye half-closed, and both in a haze of lust. She wants to make this entirely transactional, but her body betrays her. This isn’t just dancing for her. Being fucked, being held, being pregnant in front of all of these people—this is bringing her a sense of excitement she had never felt, nor would she have found, if she weren’t so desperately in debt. 
Jerrry’s tentacles hold onto her extremities and clasp around her neck, his form looming over her back in a mass of writhing and excreting flesh. He grabs hold of all of her tits, those wondrous orbs of fat, and twirls and squeezes over them, practically milking her, though she’s not yet ready to produce any of that fluid.
She groans, already sensitive there without the milk. Jerrry’s tentacles flick at each of her nipples at different speeds and intensities, making her shudder underneath of him. She can no longer hold onto him, and she falls upon her knees, becoming little more than an animal underneath his power.
“It’s not too much?” he asks, whispering into her ear. “I want them to think this is real.”
“I… it is f… fucking real!” she growls, her head down, gritting her teeth. “I’m… I’m… a breeder, now, ya d-dork!”
“Such language,” he growls. “I was trying to be nice, but I guess you’re asking for this!”
“What if I am?” she chuckles, only to have her next words cut off as two more tentacles shove their way past her lips. His appendages bulge, the tips opening like petals and shooting off a milky substance down her throat.
Talrenda coughs, gulping down large quantities of tentacle discharge, the white goo dribbling down her chin, but she grabs hold of those tentacles down her throat and gives them each long, pumping strokes, urging out a little bit more of the stuff to swallow it all.
Jerrry groans, more tentacles stroking down along her back now, taking a journey down along her crack and tickling at the other hole of her body.
Talrenda gasps, falling forward, coughing up copious amounts of tentacle cum onto the dance floor.
The tentacle around her neck pushes up against her chin, forcing her to look out towards the stage. “Look at them,” Jerrry growls. “They know you’re a real slut on stage, but only I know who you really are off stage.”
Another tentacle slides its way up along her leg. It rides along the trail of the penetrating ones and finding its way to flick along her clitoris. She grunts, pushing her hips forward, but he grabs onto her waist, keeping her immobilized, unable to pleasure herself outside of his will. “You’re going to go home after this… and you’re going to think about the next time we will do this together. No one can resist my touch for long.”
“A… are you…. Ngnnngh…. Are you using… some spell or… or poison?”
“Nah…” he chuckles, giving her a quick and tiny slap on the buttcheek. “I’m just that good, baby.”
After that quick cessation, he lets go of her hips, allowing her to rut against his makeshift pole. She growls out like an animal in heat because that’s all she is now, sweating and spilling and drooling all over him, turning this dance and this tentacle insertion into a scene of a sex-crazed maniac fucking a writhing pile of flesh. There’s just too much going on here that Jerrry can’t hold back. She screams, her walls contracting around him, and, at the same time, he lets out a fourth-dimensional shout that breaks through to her very core, reverberating off of her ribcage and beating into her heart. A moment later, every single one of his tentacles erupts into an explosion of high-pressure splooge, arms whipping around and covering the stage, his partner, and the audience in a coating of cum.
Jerrry falls back into a deflated pile, and Talrenda falls onto her stomach, her cheek against the cum-soaked floor, clarity leaving her mind, and soon, her consciousness wavers.
“You did wonderful out there!” Flarko shouts, whizzing back and forth around the showers. Inside, Talrenda just lets the water go over her body, but she’s covered in such a thick layer that slowly slops off of her, she’s been at it for twenty minutes of his excited banter. “I don’t know what you and the other guy had going on, but that shit was hot as a supernova!”
Talrenda shuts the water off and sighs, resigning to the fact that she’ll probably be coated in tentacle slime for at least another day. She steps out, wrapped in a towel, two hands holding it up as the other two wrap her hair up in another one. “No real secret, except we actually tried some communication on the floor.”
“Yowza, really?” Flarko stops a moment, pacing back and forth, “But the audience wants a surprise. The audience wants a raw animal fucking. You can’t be talking to your partners and get the same result.”
“We didn’t get the same result, though,” Talrenda says, a smile on her slime-covered lips. “I’d say that tonight was a bigger success… and I think that more than covers the quota for that bonus you promised me…”

The tube transport to home is a long and lonely one for the tentacle beast. Jerrry couldn’t keep the senses of the stripper out of his own mind. The animal fucking they did was something out of this or any other world in this galaxy, and yet, he has to come home where she lives right next door.
The stars shine brightly when his condensed form is spat out of the tube system. And while he hopes to just slink right back into his home, he cannot afford that luxury, because sitting there in a hoodie and shorts is Talrenda.
The humanoid woman has a smoke stick in her lips. Two of her hands support herself as she leans back. The last wraps around her stomach. Even though his arrival is not quiet, she does not look at him.
“T… Talrenda…” Jerrry says, scooting up towards his door. “Good… er, morning.”
She pulls her stick from her lips and flicks it away. Pushing herself up, she sticks her hands in her hoodie pocket and sighs. “Jerrry…”
“So… long day at work?” His laugh rolls in a non-euclidean rhythm, though it is filled with nerves.
“You’re an ass. You know that?” Talrenda says, pulling her hood down and walking up to the fence. She grips the pickets and leans over it, her eyes narrowing. They are red and slightly puffy. 
“What? Do you think I knew it was you? I thought you were above such work. I didn’t even realize Singularity was the same race as you. It didn’t even click in my mind that you’d be like that.” He burbles, his tentacles waving in the air.
“Like what?” she asks two hands now on her hips. She taps her foot, looking for an answer from her neighbor.
“So tied to your physical form and its needs,” he says, an air of honesty upon his voice.
She sighs and turns around, leaning against the fence, crossing one leg over the other. “I’m fuckin’ broke, Jerrry. My degree isn’t worth a pile of Cantha shit, and I got a bonus for getting knocked up. It’s a bonus I can get if I terminate and go for another impregnation scene.” She says this, looking over her shoulder. “You know what that means.”
Jerrry rubs the fence. “Yes… I signed a waiver, myself. If I impregnated anyone, I would be absolved of any commitment to them. It’s all up to the woman to decide if she wants to raise the spawn. Have you… made a decision on that?”
“I can’t raise a kid on my own,” Talrenda says, placing a hand upon her stomach. She pulls out her pack of smoke sticks, running her thumb over the box. “I’m not the single mother type. Plus… the kid would ask why it looks like my asshole neighbor.”
“You know, I’m not such an asshole to people who aren’t assholes to me,” Jerrry responds. “But, let’s cut to the point of all this. You wouldn’t be talking to me unless you had something to say to me. What is it? What do you want?”
Talrenda crushes the box, throwing it across the lawn. She then hops over the fence. Jerrry slides back, holding tentacles up defensively in front of himself.
Talrenda lands on the lawn in front of him. Two hands move down, grabbing her hoodie and she pulls it right up over her, exposing herself right to him in the dawning sun. Out here and not dolled up for the performance, she has an entirely different, a more accurate, look to her. Her breasts swell with the first lingering hints of milk, and her stomach rolls with the bump of motherhood.
Jerrry lowers his tentacles, letting out a confused gurgle.
HOlding her hoodie in one hand, Talrenda holds her other hands out towards him. “I can’t stand it anymore, Jerrry. I hated you, but… but I need you. You did something to me, and I can’t stop thinking about you. It’s your damn alien anatomy, turning me into a baby-making machine. What control have you put on me.”
“Damn, girl!” he snaps, sliding up to her and yanking the hoodie from her. He places it up in front of her to cover her shame. “I didn’t do anything to you that you don’t want for yourself. You realize that, right? There’s no secret drug that makes you want to fuck me all the time. My sperm doesn’t change your biology. It’s all you.”
She huffs at that, grabbing the tentacle with the hoodie, squeezing him. “Fuck you for doing this to me.”
“Fuck you for accusing me of indoctrinating you.”
“Fuck you for being so passionate!”
“Fuck you for being so cute!”
“Fuck…” she sighs, falling over into his mass. “Fuck me…, Jerrry. Here… now. I can’t stand to be without you and… and I want you to fill me every night and give me children and make me feel like myself for the first and only time…”
Part of Jerrry tells him to run. “You don’t stick your pods into crazy,” his bar buddies often tell him, but he flashes back to all the conversations he and Talrenda have had. He remembers the arguments they have. He remembers feeling proud when she got her degree. He remembers that time she called his friend when he locked himself out of his house.
“You’re nuts,” he says, but his tentacles wrap around her, blocking her from view, coiling up around her thighs and invading up under her shorts. “But then again, that’s kinda what we eldritch abominations do to people.”
She presses her lips up against his center, giving him a kiss. He pets the back of her head, cooing gently.
“Come on inside,” he says, whispering to her. “I don’t want to get arrested.”
“You pussy,” she says, giggling.
“Fuck you,” he responds.
“And fuck you too,” she sighs, feeling his tentacles penetrating her once more, this time, with their defensive walls gone. Truly together for the first time.


Jerrry pins Talrenda down to the grassy lawn, his twirled tentacles forming the cock-like protrusion that she loves. He pins her down, his many appendages running over her body. He basically slobbers all over her. She gets wet and messy right there in front of anyone passing by. And quite a few people are trying to get home, watching on their public transit of choice, but Jerrry pays them no mind.
Talrenda, meanwhile, waves her fingers deep into his core and wraps her lips around one of his tentacles, sucking on the wriggling thing and staring into him with eyes that just beam with lust at him. She is his now, and she doesn’t even care when his tentacles latch onto her top, ripping it apart with prodigious strength, and letting the tatters fall to the wayside.
Tentacles wrap around her tits, squeezing each of them all at once. The pregnant woman pulls her mouth free from the one tendril to scream out to all who would hear, leaking out milk ready to provide for the children he has provided for her.
Even though he pumps deep into her, his primal side wanting to give her more seeds to plant more new tentacled beasts into her, he runs his tentacles down her pelvis, spreading her lips apart and finding her clit. A limb splits open, letting smaller arms branch out and tickle at the sensitive nub. She screams, rocking her hips in an exaggerated spasm of delight. “More, more, give me… ahhh! I can’t… I can’t hold back anymore, I-!”
Jerrry senses that his female is reaching her peak, and he wants her to know just how much he’s in control just how much his logical mind still exists. He pulls his tentacles free from her and rolls off to the side, making her lay there, feet on the ground, knees in the air, back arched, and pregnant body on full display. Her screams of orgasm fill the air as the sprinkle of squirting orgasm shoots up and waters his lawn. His clit ticklers continue playing at her, forcing more and more of her squirting delight into the air.
One eye closes, and another loses focus. It seems like she’s about to wind down. Jerrry swirls his tentacles again and shoves it right inside her.
She pushes against the ground with her hands, raising her body up in an acrobatic arch, her pelvic area bulging from his probing cock. Fluids shoot out, mixing the two of them together as creamy cum and squirting juices shoot out of her and down along his probing arm.
“I have a question for you,” Jerrry says. Answer how you want.
“Aaah… w… what!?”
“Will you marry me?” He asks, pulling his tendril out from her.
She stares at him, her focus slowly returning. She pants, a puddle forming between her legs on the ground. “I… I…”
—
The fields of Talrenda’s homeland are beautiful this time of year. Tall grass swishes in the gentle winds, and the purple sky glows brightly with the bio-luminescence of the sun beetles. The priestess finishes painting the traditional markings upon Talrenda’s swollen belly, the woman now dressed in white lingerie. “It’s time,” the priestess says.
The people gather in a large circle, all ages and sexes from Talrenda’s tribe and her family members. They have done as they have done for generations. The bride steps out into the middle of the field, holding her pregnant belly, softly cooing. She smiles when she feels the kicking of her children inside her, almost ready to escape and join the world.
“Prove that you are fertile,” the priestess says.
Talrenda nods, closing her eyes and calling out. “Jerrry… I am ready to accept you.”
The crowd parts, and Jerrry slides in, awkwardly donning the traditional bridegroom headdress of her people. He holds it with two tentacles while he flops over towards her. “In front of your parents?” he hisses.
“You’re the one who agreed to this,” she whispers back, smirking.
Jerrry chortles and falls to the ground, his mating probing tentacles pointing upwards towards the sky. Holding onto Talrenda's back, Talrenda lowers herself, her lips spreading as she takes him in. She shudders, staring down at him with half-lidded eyes. She gasps, rolling herself over him and biting her lips. Being so pregnant has made her quite sensitive. What is usually an hours-long affair and ritual is over in moments when she cannot hold herself back, practically spraying him in her orgy of pleasure. “Gah, fuck!”
Jerrry shudders underneath of her. “Aaah, my mouth was open!” he says, wiping himself off.
“You have a problem with… with that…?” she asks, leaning back, her body glowing in the beetle light.”
He wraps his tentacles around her, nuzzling her close to him, stroking her sides and her cheeks. “Never, love…”
“These two are joined!” the priestess says. And so, the family and friends all whoop and cheer, glad in the tidings of the newlyweds.
—
Jerrry sits on a rocking chair, his tentacles rubbing the arms. Sitting across from him are two humanoid figures, each of them sporting multiple arms and tentacles.
“And that, children,” Jerrry says. “Is how I met your mother.”
A quick whap from a ladle makes him yelp. Standing beside him, heavily pregnant with three little tentacled horrors attached Talrenda' breasts and her belly filled and kicking with more is Talrenda. “Honey, please. How many times do you have to tell that story? Seriously?”
“I’ll stop when you stop getting knocked up. Can you promise me that?”
“Hm…” she taps her cheek. “I don’t know, can you promise to stop being so fun in bed?”
The two old lovers laugh, leaving the grown-up children to be quite embarrassed.
“Yeah, uh… we’ll remember that,” one of them says.
“Have fun at work!” Talrenda shouts, waving them off, then smirking down at him. “Think that’ll scare them straight?”
Jerrry gives her a slap on the ass. “Ah… fuck you.”
“Fuck you, too,” Talrenda says, giving him a quick kiss on a tentacle.