Flora and Fauna

Flora wrinkled her nose as the sea breeze brushed her pink hair across her face; she could smell her own aura of sex and sweat.

"I need a bath," she said, to no one in particular.

As she made her way to the lake in the center of town, fond memories of her time with Sally marched through her head. Not, surprisingly, of the wonderful sex they had in the water, but of the naked chat they shared on the dock. Her concentration broke as the town bell rang out. She counted its rings in her head, mouthing silent numbers.

11:00 PM.

Flora stripped down to nothing and neatly folded her clothes on a stump near the lake. She dipped her toe into the water, sending a gentle shiver up her leg. The water was fairly cold now that the sun wasn't shining upon it. She inhaled a deep breath, tightened up her muscles, and slid into the clear water until it reached her shoulders.

Shivering and shuddering, she hugged herself tightly as she tried to acclimate to the cold water. She took deep, shaking breaths as she began to do swim small laps around the lake, hoping the exercise would warm her up. When she'd finally adjusted to the temperature, she was out of breath, and she rest her shoulders on the grassy ledge overlooking the lake. Staring into the night sky, she idly ran her fingers through all the folds of her body - underneath her breasts, across her armpits, where her thighs met her pelvis, between her toes... even her most sacred folds were thoroughly tended to. She took a deep breath and submerged her head, violently mussing her hair with her hands. When she came back up for air, a satisfied sigh left her and she rest her back against the ledge once more, laying her elbows on the grass as if she were sitting in a hot tub. Her breasts floated to the surface of the water, and her nipples stiffened in the chilly night air. She laid her head back on the grass and began counting constellations in the sky, drawing imaginary lines between the stars.

Suddenly, she heard the wooden dock creak faintly. She looked up with a start, meeting the gaze of a dark red octopus standing on the pier with one of his tentacles wrapped around a bug net. He was wearing a purple shirt with a yellow star on it, and stood on six of his tentacles as if they were legs; his other two tentacles appeared to function like arms. She’d never met an octopus before; in fact, she wasn’t sure she’d ever met a sea creature of any kind before. How must this fellow feel about the fishing industry in this town? In fact, how was he walking around above water?

His expression was vacant, though wrinkles in his forehead made him look a bit like he was scowling. They stared at each other for a moment as crickets chirped in the distance.

"Hi," said Flora, keeping her elbows on the grass. Making no effort to hide herself, she lazily lifted one hand to wave at him. "I'm Flora," she said. "I'm new in town."

The stranger finally broke his gaze, sheepishly looking a few feet to the right of her. "Octavian," he said. His voice was a deep monotone.

"Hi, Octavian," she said, not sure what else to say.

The silence was unbearable. Flora found herself increasingly unnerved by this guy. Why was he just standing there? Was she in danger? She forced herself to resist the growing urge to cover herself up, not wanting to show any fear.

"Don't mind me,” she said. “Just taking a bath. I wasn’t expecting anybody to be out this late.”

“Yeah,” he said, chuckling. Good! A laugh out of him. That was something. “Just out for a midnight stroll,” he said. “Nighttime’s the right time, am I right?”

“Yeah,” said Flora, finally smiling.

“Well, er, sorry,” he stammered, turning away. “I didn’t mean to disturb you.”

“It’s no problem,” she said. “Take care.”

Octavian started to walk away, but stopped. Flora tilted her head, growing nervous.

“I’m... I’m sorry,” he said, turning to face her again. “I just... I gotta ask...”

“Yeah...?”

“Are you, like, a nudist, or an exhibitionist or something?”

In spite of herself, Flora couldn’t stifle a laugh. “Sorry?”

Octavian took a few steps toward her, the pier creaking as he stepped onto it. “Well, it’s just, I’ve only seen you twice, and both times you’ve been naked.”

“I’m not a nudist,” laughed Flora. “I’m just taking a bath right now.”

“Okay, but earlier-”

“Earlier I was...” Flora scrunched up her face, trying to come up with a good excuse. Failing that, she simply shrugged. “I don’t really know why I was walking around naked earlier. I just wanted to try it. I guess... I guess I am turning into sort of an exhibitionist.”

Octavian stood there for a moment. “That’s cool,” he finally said.

Flora laughed. “I’m glad you approve.”

He offered her a gentle smile, then turned away again. “Well,” he said, clearing his throat, “I’ll, uh... I’ll be seeing you.”

“Are you an exhibitionist?” called Flora, smugly lifting her chin toward him.

“...Sorry?”

“I notice you’re not wearing any pants,” she said.

Octavian stopped in his tracks once more. He looked back at her and let out a nervous chuckle. “Yeah, well,” he said, “they don’t exactly make pants with six legs.”

“Why bother with a shirt, then?”

He looked up for a moment, thinking. “I’m not sure, really. Just out of formality, I guess.”

Flora pulled her arms off of the ledge and swam toward him a bit. “I wouldn’t bother, if I were you. Show off those pecs!”

Octavian launched into an uproar of laughter. “Yeah, right,” he wheezed. He took the bottom of his shirt in his tentacle and lifted it to his neck. “What pecs?”

He had a fairly round and smooth torso, one with no visible muscle definition, but no fat folds either. “Hey,” said Flora, beaming, “Nothing wrong with a little belly. As it happens, I think Dizzy and Blathers are some of the cutest guys in town.”

Octavian lowered his shirt and shook his head, and a soft chuckle escaped him. “Well, you’re in the minority, I think,” he said. “Ed’s the hottest guy in town, if you ask me.”

Flora doubled back, her eyes swelling to dinner plates. “Oh,” she stammered. Her cheeks turned a deep pink. “Are... are you...?”

“Bi, yeah.”

Bi; then he wasn't gay. “Really?" A wry grin stretched across Flora's face. "Me too!” She swam right up to him, putting her fingers on the dock.

“Nice,” said Octavian, looking down at her.

“I’ve never met a guy who was bi before. Actually, I’ve never met an octopus before, either.”

Octavian chuckled into his shoulder and rapped his bug net against the side of his tentacles. “Yeah, I get that a lot.”

“Which?”

“The second. I have plenty of male friends who are bi. Though, none in this town.”

Flora shook her head in disbelief. “You’re kidding. None of the guys here are bi?”

“Not that I know of,” he said, shrugging. “Hell, as far as I know there’s only one gay guy in town. It’s kind of slim pickings for me on that side of the fence.”

“Who’s the only gay guy?”

“Have you met Copper?”

Flora’s eyes and tongue nearly lept out of her head. Her cry of “Whaaat?!” echoed into the night sky. “Copper’s GAY?!” She supposed that might explain why he had been so apprehensive about joining in.

Octavian nearly dropped his net. “What? What’s the matter? You know him?”

“I FUCKED him! Him AND Booker! And, you know, he was pretty good, too!”

He leaned toward her and his narrow eyes widened, giving her her first real look at them. “No kidding?” He rubbed his tentacle across his chin, looking up at the sky in thought. “I’ll be damned,” he said, shaking his head. “Maybe he is bi, I dunno.”

Flora began to scratch her chin as well. “Well,” she sighed, “he did only do me in the ass... I guess that doesn't really prove much.”

The cephalopod threw back his head and laughed. “You know, you and Pango are the only girls I’ve met who would readily admit to that."

Flora raised an eyebrow. “Thanks...?”

"It's refreshing. Most girls I know don't seem to like talking about it."

"I dunno," said Flora. She folded her arms atop the pier and laid her head to one side. "I've gotten to be pretty close friends with Sally and Mabel and they seem to talk about their sex lives plenty. We're not all Olivia, you know."

"Well, okay, they'll talk to you about it. You're a girl," said Octavian, crossing his own arms. "That's different."

Flora rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I guess."

A brief silence rang out, punctuated by the faint chirping of crickets. "Well," Octavian sighed, "It was nice meeting you. I'll leave you to your bath."

"Hang on," said Flora, looking up at him. There was an earnest, pleading look on her face that he seemed to take notice of. "Can I ask you something?"

He scratched the back of his head. "Sure," he said.

"I don't want you take this the wrong way," she said, biting her lip, "and I apologize if this is a touchy subject, but... I've been looking up at you for a few minutes now and, uh... I can't really find a dick anywhere."

He planted his chin in his chest and unleashed a hearty, wheezing laugh. "I'm not offended," he said, still laughing. You're just not looking in the right place." One of his two front tentacles stood up, wriggling and writhing in front of Flora's face.

She stared at it for a moment, then shot a confused look up at his face. "I don't get it. What's so special about this one?"

"It's my hectocotylus."

Flora scoffed, shaking her head. "Your what?"

"It's basically my dick," he laughed. "All my tentacles are erogenous zones, but this is the only one that ejaculates."

Flora furrowed her brow and grinned. "Is that so," she purred, gently stroking the sides of it. She let out a delighted squeal as she discovered how silky smooth it was; she'd expected it to be slimier. Looking up at him, with one eyebrow raised, she asked, "Why don't all of them ejaculate?"

He inhaled a sharp breath as she continued rubbing his he... hecta... his dick. "Stop for a second and think how messy it'd be if all of these could ejaculate," he said.

"Be kinda cool, I think," said Flora, blushing. "I mean... if you're into that."

"Well, uh," he stammered, wrenching his twitching tentacle away from her. "Not that I don't appreciate a little heavy petting, but this isn't really the time or the place for-"

"Oh, no," growled Flora. "I'm not letting you get away that easy. It's midnight and nobody's here. There's no better time or place."

"Well..."

"C'mon in the water with me, we'll have some fun."

"I can't," he said.

Flora puffed up her cheeks and shot him an angry squint. "Why not?"

He shrugged off her scowl. "I can't swim in fresh water," he said. "If too much of it gets in my gills I could die."

"...Oh," said a dumbfounded Flora. She sheepishly apologized, trying to hide her blushing face behind the pier.

"It's all right," said Octavian. "I really shouldn't even be on the pier..." His cheeks turned orange, and he avoided her gaze, adding, "...you just looked so pretty in the moonlight."

Flora released a wistful sigh. No matter how cheesy and corny she knew that line was, she couldn't help but swoon anyway.

"C'mon, then," said Flora, pulling her dripping body onto the dock. "We'll go back to my place."

"You're soaking wet," said Captain Obvious.

"Not a problem," said Flora, dismissing his words with a few flicks of her wrist. "Grab my clothes there, will you?"

He wrapped a tentacle around her folded clothes and she marched off somewhere, naked and dripping wet. Not knowing what else to do, Octavian followed suit.

The cold night air was sending frequent shivers up and down her spine, and her nipples were so stiff they could cut glass. She wrapped her arms around her hips, trying to rub herself warm.

"Where are we going?"

Before Flora could answer, she stood in front of a wooden door. The lights were on inside, so she knocked.

Octavian looked around. "Isn't this Sally's house?" he asked himself.

In a moment, the door swung open, and Sally greeted her with a warm smile that, within seconds, turned into a look of concern. "Flora," she gasped, opening the door wider. "What happened?"

Sally wore only a bra, panties, and thigh-high striped stockings. Her fingers curled around a mug of what appeared to be hot chocolate. Deeper inside the house, Flora could see Dotty, wearing a baggy shirt and sitting on her calves, facing the TV, sipping hot chocolate herself. When she heard Sally speak Flora's name, she whirled around and offered her a gigantic smile that, like Sally's quickly fell to concern. Flora offered them both a reassuring wave.

"I'm fine," she said, though shivering slightly. "I was just taking a bath in the lake, but I didn't have the foresight to bring a towel."

Sally laughed to herself. "Come on in," she said, setting her mug down on an end table. Flora stepped inside, trying not to drop water anywhere other than on the mat just inside the door.

Octavian stood outside the door, not sure what to do. Sally leaned over so that he could see just her head through the frame. She smiled and said, "You can come on in, too, Octavian."

He produced a brief, awkward laugh. "Hi, Sally."

He stepped inside as well, squeezing past Flora. As he entered, Dotty instantly turned back to the TV, hiding her face from their male guest.

Sally handed Flora a big fluffy towel, putting her hands on her hips as the drenched girl began to dry herself off. She said nothing, but her smug face was passing judgment enough.

Wanting to change the subject of the conversation that wasn't even taking place, Flora turned her head towards the cowering bunny in the back of the room. "How's it going, Dotty?"

"Great, Flora," she said, almost whispering. "Good to see you again..."

"You sleeping here tonight?"

"Mhmm... Sally's been really nice to me..."

"Yeah," laughed Flora, knowingly glancing at Sally. "Sally's a peach, all right." The squirrel slowly became more red than orange as Flora's eyes burned into her. She picked up her hot chocolate and held it in front of her face, trying to hide her guilty smile.

"Dotty and I have really hit it off," she said, staring into her mug.

"Well, don't think I'm gonna let you have her all to yourself," Flora said, making sure Dotty could hear her. "She's way too precious."

Dotty, at long last, turned to face them, her white cheeks blushing furiously. "Thank you, Flora," she said, her meek whisper melting the hearts of all in the room. "You're very special to me, too..."

Sally lowered her drink and sighed. "Yeah, Flora's pretty special, all right," she said, just a touch of longing lingering on her voice. "But tonight, you're all mine."

"R... right," stammered Dotty, her gaze burning a hole in the floor. "Sorry, Flora."

Mostly dry, Flora took her clothes from Octavian and began dressing herself. "It's fine," she laughed. "I'll see you tomorrow, I'm sure."

Sally took a deep sip from her cup, holding it tightly with both hands. "Ahh," she said, feeling its warmth worm its way down her throat. "So, how've you been, Octavian?"

He cleared his throat. "Ah, good, good," he said. "How're-"

"Have you met Dotty?"

The timid rabbit winced at the sound of her name.

"Um, I don't... believe I have," said Octavian. He leaned towards her, hoping he might appear in her peripheral vision, and gave a sheepish wave. "Hello there."

"Hi," said Dotty, turning to smile at him for a fraction of a second. She offered a particularly lame wave before turning away again.

"She's very shy," said both Flora and Sally. They looked at each other and laughed.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Dotty," said Octavian. "Welcome to Vale."

"Thanks," said Dotty. She paid him a few more sidelong glances, smiling weakly. "Everyone here seems... really nice."

"Well," said Flora, handing Sally the towel. "We should get going."

Sally put up her hands, refusing the towel. "Keep it," she said. "At least for tonight."

"How come?"

"You'll need it," she said, giving Flora a wink. "Have fun, you two."

"Ditto," said Flora, winking back. She draped the towel over her arm, raising it slightly as if to toast Sally with it. "Thanks."

They all said their goodbyes and Flora and Octavian made their exit.

Glancing back at the house, Octavian leaned in towards her. "When you guys were talking about 'sharing'..."

Flora let out a soft chuckle through her nose. "Dotty?"

"Yeah, that stuff about 'not letting Sally have her?' Did you mean...?"

"Of course," said Flora, grinning with pride. "Dotty's an AMAZING lay."

"Really...?"

"Oh, yeah," said Flora. "She may not seem like it, but she has CRAZY stamina. And she swears like a truck driver."

"Wow," said Octavian. His voice shook with interest.

Flora's eyes closed and a giant, proud smile broke across her face. "Yep," she said. "I was her first."

"Her first... girl, or-"

"Her first anything."

"Nice!"

Flora laughed. "Yeah, it's kind funny, actually - Sally and I first met her while we were having sex in the lake. I spotted her spying on us, so I went over to her place afterwards to call her out, and we just kinda went to town."

"Awesome."

Flora stopped dead in her tracks as she was about to enter her house. Octavian, not paying close enough attention, walked into her back. "Oof," he said, regaining his balance. "Sorry... what's... what's up?"

"Did I leave the lights on...?"

She reached for the doorknob and shoved the door open with as much force as she could muster.

And there it was.

In the corner of the room...

A giant anchor.

The one she'd got from Pascal. The one she'd thrown at Olivia in a huff.

Sitting in the corner of her house.

Was this an apology...?

She tore the room apart looking for a note, or anything. "What?" asked Octavian. "What is it?"

Nothing. She wouldn't have left a note. She wouldn't actually admit to any wrongdoing, at least not in writing. "Nothing," sighed Flora. "It's nothing."

She gave the room a quick glance-over, but she wasn't really sure what she was worried about. She had barely anything to steal. The Prey DVDs she'd left haphazardly strewn across the crate she was using as an end-table were neatly stacked on top of each other, and the toys she'd borrowed from Violet were laid out in a neat row right next to them. Why had Olivia gone to the trouble of neatly arranging these things...?

"Oh my God," said Flora, her eyes as wide as saucers.

"What? What's wrong?"

"My panties," she whispered. Her eyes scanned every inch of the small room. The panties she'd left on the floor this morning! They were gone!

"Your what?"

Flora curled her fingers into half-fists, as if she was holding up a pair of goblets. "I left my panties in here this morning! Now they're gone!"

Octavian went pale. "Somebody stole your panties?!"

"Not somebody," Flora growled. "Olivia!"

Octavian wrinkled his brow. "Olivia?"

"She was in here," whispered Flora. "That anchor proves it. Why would she take my panties?!"

She stormed over to the couch and plopped down on it, slamming her fists against the cushions. "Ugh, I'm gonna kill her!"

Octavian sat down next to her, laying a tentacle on her shoulder. He propped another against one of the cushions for support. "How are you so sure she..." His arm dipped between the cushions a bit.

"Wait," he said, feeling around between the couch cushions.

Flora looked him over, her eyes full of suspicion. "What?"

He pulled his tentacle out of the couch; a balled-up pair of panties was stuck to his cups. "I'm gonna guess this is them?"

Flora gasped. A look of sheer confusion formed on her pale face. "Why... why were they...?"

"Are you sure you left them on the floor?"

"I am! I mean, I... I was..."

He handed them to her. She looked them over for a second, then threw them to the floor and began rubbing her eyes. "Whatever," she said. "Just forget it. Let's just get started, here."

She kicked off her shoes and dipped her hand into her pocket, producing the small pitfall.

Octavian stared at it as she flung off her shorts and shirt. "What are you doing with that?" he asked. Rather than answer, she just slipped it into her slit and giggled as he gasped in shock. "What-"

"It's a pitfall," she purred, pulling his shirt over his head. Her finger traced small circles across his smooth chest, and she shot him a devious smile. "Now you can go as deep as you like."

"Pitfalls can do that?"

"I know, right? I just learned about it, myself. Now, c'mere." She took the two tentacles that he used as arms and laid them on her breasts, kissing him on his beak. He kneaded them and rubbed up against them earnestly, dipping into the cups of her bra and pulling it down to her stomach. She purred as they coiled around her breasts, kneading and squeezing them. She hastily undid the clasp of her bra and tossed it to one side.

"Mmm," she said, breaking from their kiss. "Which one is the dick?"

"This one," he said, raising one tentacle. Slowly and deliberately, it brushed against her wet, puffy labia and sent shivers and sparks through her whole body.

"That's the one I want," she said, rubbing her hands across it. It twitched and slithered as she churned it with her palms; the tapered tips of his two arms began teasing her nipples, his suction cups gently tugging at them.

With both hands, she guided his hecto-whatever into her sopping, hungry flower, cooing as it slithered its way into her. "Oh, god!" She could feel it writhing and wriggling within her, sliding deeper and deeper into her torso. It didn't feel nearly as thick as it looked, but it was doing things to her that no penis had ever been able to. "Deeper," she purred. He suspiciously, reluctantly obliged, burying his entire arm within her.

"Ungh," she moaned. "Octavian..."

His two arms wrapped even more tightly around her breasts, rhythmically tightening their grip in hard squeezes, causing her spine to arch and more squeals to pour out of her mouth. Octavian silenced her with a kiss, rubbing three of his other tentacles across her inner thighs. One lavished gentle attention on her reddening clitoris, and one traced soft circles around her asshole.

"Oh, shit," she said, getting red in the face. "I could get used to this..."

"Flora," he said, not breaking from his usual monotone.

"What?"

"D'you mind if I... go all out?"

"Sure," she said. There was a long pause, then she felt the need to ask, "What's all out?"

"Well, I told you before, all my tentacles are erogenous zones..."

She unleashed a tremendous pleasure moan, feeling his length pulsating within her. "Hey," she said, brushing her hair out of her face. "I've got three holes. Use them all, as far as I'm concerned-mffgh!"

A muffled scream left her as two of his tentacles plunged clean into her mouth and anus. She had just given the go ahead, but was still taken by surprise; his three appendages pumped her hard, tossing her body in all directions. His arms pulled her breasts apart and back together as another eager tentacle slid between them, pumping in and out of their embrace like a piston, tickling her chin with each motion.

"Mmph! Mmmmmmgh!" Muffled screams erupted from her lips and her eyes rolled back into her head. It was simply too much for her. The tentacles felt so strange; they were so much softer than a penis, and they were able to slide in and out of her without any difficulty, almost like they were full of water. Still, they were pounding her with such fury and from so many angles that she had no hope of standing up to them. She began convulsing as a powerful, shuddering orgasm spilled out of her.

A seemingly endless wave of silenced squeals continued to fill the room, as before she had even finished her climax, she could feel another tentacle slipping into her vagina, and another into her rear as well. How many tentacles did this guy have? She couldn't be bothered to do the math at the moment. It was unbelievable: even though her fingers barely met when she wrapped both hands around one of them, two fit into both of her openings with no more effort. Even Blathers had felt thicker than two of these things. Was it the pitfall? That didn't explain her ass. How was he able to squeeze so much into such a tight space?

To be honest, she didn't really care. For the moment, she was pretty content with being fucked senseless, her body thrashing back and forth as he worked his arms in and out of her. The more he filled her with his tentacles, the more he filled the room with sickly squishing and splashing sounds. Her nose began to run as it desperately tried to keep up with breathing, and she began to cough when she could no longer fight the gag reflex. Tears welled in her eyes as a second earth-shattering orgasm struck her. He withdrew from her mouth and let go of her breasts, and for a moment she sputtered and coughed and tried to catch her breath, but this soon proved futile; he quickly grabbed her by her thighs and dangled her off the couch. When his two arms were securely coiled around her stomach, he boldly inserted yet a third tentacle into her snatch, and yes, a third into her butt as well.

A shrill scream echoed off the walls of the house. It was getting pretty tight in there now, and although it was still painless, his thrusts grew more and more laborious as they both fought through the pressure. Thanks to the pitfall, she could feel him deep inside her torso, her insides tingling as he filled her to bursting. Since she hadn't placed one in her butt, he wasn't penetrating her quite as deeply there, but he was still getting pretty bold in that area. "Oh, fuck," she screamed, inhaling deeply as she spoke. "How the FUCK does all this FIT?"

"We don't have skeletons," he wheezed, his dull monotone finally cracking. "So we can fit into some preeetty tight spaces.

Flora gasped for air. She hadn't really heard his answer. It was unreal. The thrill of being suspended about a foot off the ground coupled with the intense pumping she was receiving was just too much. She curled back her spine, letting her elbows rest on the cold floor.

Octavian's eyes closed, his breathing growing heavy. "Ungh, I'm gonna cum... where do you want it?"

Flora had no response. She simply moaned.

"Flora...?"

"I don't care..."

In one deft motion, he withdrew all six tentacles from her, quickly wrapping them around her hips and stomach, pulling her upright until they faced each other. Her eyes went wide as she came face to face with a single, twitching tentacle.

"Wait...!"

SPLOOSH! He blasted her; his load shot absolutely everywhere, his length flailing like a fire hose as it unleashed a seemingly endless stream of thin semen.

She put her hands in front of her face, sputtering and gagging as it dripped from her nose and mouth. When he had finally puttered out, she was just as soaked as she'd been a little while ago.

She wiped it out of her eyes, her mouth still dribbling it on her chest. She shot him a murderous scowl. "I JUST took a bath, you dick."

He produced a low chuckle. "Sorry," he said, though his face and tone of voice made it abundantly clear this was a lie. "You said you didn't care, so I went with my personal favorite option."

"God," she growled, shaking cum off of her hands. "I have seen some giant loads in my day, but, goddamn..."

"I told you it'd get really messy if all eight of these babies could do that."

"I wish I'd listened..."

"Well," he said, folding his arms, "don't worry, we'll get you cleaned up."

Flora leaned in close to him, wearing a devious grin. "Hey," she said.

He stared at her for a moment, watching with rapt attention as she took his member in her hands once more. "Yeah...?"

"So I was thinking," said Flora, petting his twitching tentacle like a snake. "Since you're so flexible..."

She curled his tentacle in her hands so that it stared him in the face. "You ever suck yourself off?"

He avoided her gaze and orange circles appeared on his cheeks.

Flora unleashed the most adorable squeal he'd ever heard. "You have, haven't you?"

"On occasion..."

She saddled right up to him, poking him in the face with his own tentacle. "Will you show me?"

Silence.

"C'mon..."

"All right," he sighed, taking his own appendage from her. She grinned like a child and bolted off to the crate, snatching up the rabbit vibrator.

He leaned forward, sliding his length into his gaping mouth. Flora purred at the sight, quickly flicking the buzzing vibe against her clit. He took in more and more of it, gobbling it up with all manner of rude slurps and smacks. She'd never dreamed of such a sight, and it was doing wonders for her. She buried the ears of the vibrator in her ass and pussy and switched it to high.

Each of them was so aroused by the other that they went out of their way to put on a good show. Octavian curled himself into such a tight ball that his entire manhood disappeared beyond his lips. Flora threw back her head and moaned. "God," she said, "You can get so much of it down!"

He drew it out of his mouth with a loud, deliberate slurp, and smiled at her. "No gag reflex, baby," he said.

She moaned once more, spreading her legs as far apart as she could. "I can see why you're bi," she said, the vibrator's buzz nearly drowning out her words. "I would be too if I was a guy who could suck dick like that."

"You like sucking dick?"

"Love it."

He sheathed his length back within his mouth, bobbing up and down on it with gusto. "How often do you do this?" Flora asked. He held up two tentacles.

"Twice a week?"

"Twife uhday," he said, blushing an even deeper orange.

"I guess I don't blame you," said Flora, unleashing a lusty laugh. She pushed and pulled the rumbling vibe as she saw fit, giving both of her holes a good fucking. Octavian dipped his other tentacles into the spaces between the cushions, and they began, for lack of a better description, to fuck Flora's couch. "Do you cum in your mouth?"

"Hurl yeah," he said. "Datf da beft part."

Flora leaned back, groaning in delight, and tilted the rabbit every which way, craning its ears into her deepest regions. "Oh, yeah," she sighed, giving her left breast a good squeeze with her free hand. "Work it, Octavian!"

With a long slurp and a loud pop, he drew his member out of his mouth; to Flora's awe, he coiled two other tentacles around it, making them into a drill shape, and slid this new beast back into his wet maw

She squealed with appreciation, pounding herself even harder; she was so wet with anticipation that she couldn't hold back any longer. Her red, swollen pussy fired a clear stream of fluid straight up in the air.a

Octavian, meanwhile, forced his appendages as far into his mouth as he could; his cheeks were inflated and a steady stream of muffled moans and gulps was flowing from his mouth. Flora sat up and watched with intense scientific focus until she saw his member pulsating. His cheeks inflated even further, and dribbles of cum gushed out of his mouth from the spaces between his tentacles. His eyes closed as he did his best to swallow without removing his arms.

Flora, greedy as always, wrenched his still-cumming fire hose of a phallus from his mouth and aimed it into her own, swallowing his thin semen with ease. They fought over it for a moment, each trying to lap up the flow of milky semen; eventually, they simply kissed each other with its thin head between their lips as it sputtered out its last drops of cum.

"Thanks for showing me," she whispered, rubbing her head against his neck.

"Hey, you're welcome," he said. "I'm glad I got to see you masturbate, too."

She kissed him on the cheek. "You're pretty amazing," she said. "I could get used to those tentacles."

"You're not so bad yourself," he said, collecting his shirt and bug net. She watched him slip his shirt on, resting her chin on her fist.

With one last clear of his throat, he laid an arm on the doorknob. "Well," he said, "I should be getting home. Thanks for everything, Flora."

She nodded and waved him goodbye. He made his way out the door.

She sighed and dried herself off with the towel. She laid the rabbit vibrator down on the crate, turning it so it aligned with the other toys that had been neatly lined up. She twisted her face into a small scowl as her thoughts returned to Olivia. Why had she returned the anchor? Why had she arranged her things? Did she really leave her panties in the couch, or had Olivia moved those as well? Why would she have?

She looked up, hearing the town bell ring. 12 rings. Midnight.

She let out a tremendous sigh and sat down on the couch, balling her panties in her fist. Maybe it was best not to dwell on it. It was a new day.

Hey!

It was a new day. She might as well pay a visit to Violet. That would cheer her up.

Beaming, she finished drying herself and slipped on her panties, shorts, bra, shirt, and shoes.

She took one last look around the room and made it a point to shut the lights off. She closed the door tightly and marched off toward Violet's house, whistling all the way there.

The lights were on. That was a good sign, right?

She went towards the door, raising a fist to knock on it, but she stopped short, faintly hearing the massage chair buzzing from within. She froze for a moment, not sure what to do. She tried to peer through the window in the door, but the curtains were closed. As she was about to press her ear to the door, she heard a high-pitched moan. Her heart sank, and she clapped her hands over her mouth. That definitely wasn't Violet's husky voice - this must be the girlfriend she was talking about!

Who was it?! It had to be somebody she knew, right? She tried to peek in through every window in the place, but all the curtains were closed. There were a few inches of bare window above the curtains, but she was far, far too short to see over them. Damn!

She looked around for anything to stand on. When that failed, she made a beeline back to her house.

She burst through the door, quickly flicking the lights on; she ran to the crate, carelessly shoving the DVDs and dildos to the floor. Sorry Violet!

She slammed her hand on the crate, turning it into a leaf, and snatched it out of the air before it hit the ground. She ran as fast as she could back to Violet's house; completely out of breath, she placed the crate below one of the windows, trying not to make much noise. She climbed onto it, and even from atop the crate, she had to stand on her tippy-toes to see over the curtains. But, finally, she could see into the room; Violet was sitting on the massage chair, her hands on the hips of the fabled girlfriend, who was bouncing up and down on her lap.

Flora nearly fell over backwards. She could hardly believe her eyes.

Olivia?!