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[X] "...your legs won't be able to close for the rest of this dynasty."
Pop, pop, pa-pop-pop-pop.
After that workout with Luna, your joints were feeling a little stiff. You fish out the last few pops in your pinky finger and thumb, then tilt your head to the left, bringing out a few more from your neck. Tilting your head the other way and pressing your palm to your chin gives your neck the extra little twist it needs to get that nice, crunchy, stepping-on-a-peanut-shell crack. Star's expression, which has been like a deer spotting an inbound arrow this whole time, falters for the first time into a stilted laugh.
You have to hide a laugh of your own. Now that the shock of Sunny's deflated milk-sacks has worn off, you've calmed down. It would've been cruel to leave her with those things forever, anyway.
Hilarious, but cruel.
No, this is a game. With Luna, you were the investigator, wringing the whos out of your captive's whats. Now that you've cornered the little scoundrel whodunit and strung her up by the wrists, it's time to play the judge. Your jury -- also the victim, incidentally -- stands by your side, gloating about what's going to happen next.
Star hazards another laugh. "You caught me. Great job, everyone! I'd clap but my arms are..." She glances up at the tentacles holding her. "Yeah. But you're going to let me go, right?" she adds hastily.
You glance at Sunny. She thrusts a fist forward with her thumb extended to the side, and then, with a surprising gravity, hands down her verdict. A decisive thumbs-down. Her stern scowl loses some of its impact thanks to the little fanged tooth peeping out from under her upper lip.
Star's mouth snaps shut in a straight-lipped expression of disbelief. She starts to grin again, this time a wide-eyed, obviously false smile.
"That's a no," you say, fiddling with your fingers, already forgetting that you cracked them moments before. The tentacles around Star's wrists travel down her arms, towards her body.
Oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy!
"H-Hey now!" Star spreads her hands. Her smile grows until it looks like it's going to float off of her face. "Can I just say something?"
You look back over to Sunny, who crosses her arms and nods once, slowly. Tenta lets go of Star, waiting for her response.
"Right." Star straightens her back and stiffens her shoulders. She puts her hands on her hips, pushing her chest out proudly, as though she were actually addressing a jury, and takes a deep breath.
"I did it because I didn't think I'd get caught," she announces. There's a moment of silence as her smile switches from 'panicked' to 'ta-da!'
Sunny actually has to consider it for a moment. She puts a finger to her chin, mulling over the statement.
Fairies are weird.
"It's a good argument, but I say we go along with the punishment anyway."
"What? Why?" Star shouts.
"Because I can!" Sunny throws her hands into the air and laughs.
I second the motion. Cannonball!
A wad of purple and black leaps off of your chest and lands on the floor between Star's legs. The veins on your chest nearly disappear as most of Tenta's presence leaves you and forms a thick puddle on the floor.
"Well then, Star." You cross your arms across your chest.
"Y-Yeeeees?" she says, her voice creaking.
"You must've spent hours working Sunny over to drain her like that," you continue, furrowing your brow. This was a premeditated crime.
"Days, even!" Sunny chimes in. "You'd think she would've gotten tired of all the sucking, and fondling, and groping, and... and..."
"Focus, Sunny," you remind her.
With gusto. The puddle beneath Star starts to boil and churn. He's so excited he doesn't even bother forming tentacles, instead wrapping his wet, tarry goo around Star's ankles and yanking off her shoes. He giggles with hungry, lecherous excitement.
"Traitor! Betrayer! Turncoat!" Star shouts. The goo crawls up her legs, reaching the hem of her dress and grabbing onto it. He can't gather enough focus to strip Star properly, and instead tugs in random directions on her dress.
'This is just sad to watch.' You take Star's dress and yank it up over her head.
"Hey, don't rip anything!" she yelps.
You tug harder to get it over her flopping arms. An errant button pops and lands on the floor. Tenta lets go and allows you to lift the whole thing off of her.
I was just trying to set the mood.
'Looks more like flopping around like a fish to me.'
Shows what you know.
You toss the clothing behind you, leaving Star with her bloomers, her loose, floppy socks, and whatever decorations are in her hair. She's got a tad more weight on her than Luna, but it's all in the right places: her breasts have enough weight for them to be actual, genuine breasts, even if they're half a handful at best. Her thighs look to have a nice bit of squish to them, and though you can't see her hips under those oversized bloomers of hers, you'd guess they're nice and curvy, tapering up to a delicate heart shape.
Tenta crawls up to her bloomers, leaking sticky, clammy fluid along the way. Instead of yanking them down, he grabs the fabric by the seam along her crotch and rips it in half. Star lets out a loud, exaggerated squeak. Before she can reach down, Tenta rises up with a burst of energy and sends two tentacles up her body, past her waist and chest, up to her shoulders.
They coil around her arms, forcing them above her head as they grab her all the way to the wrist. Two more tentacles rise up and wrap around her legs, forcing them to spread apart as he goes and stretching her body into an X shape. Star's yelps change into grunts of surprise.
With her legs spread, there's no hiding her pussy. The soft little lumps of flesh that form her outer lips are spread apart, letting you see her thin pink slit and the tiny, almost invisible hooded dot of her clit. There's a slight spot of moisture between her lips. A leftover from her fun in the Sunny, you suppose.
"You're not gonna put it in right away, are you?" she asks, her lips curled in concern. She attempts to close her legs, but the restraints are much too tight for that, and all she can manage is moving her knees a little.
"And skip all the fun of teasing you?" you say.
A handful of sausage-like tentacles, pudgy little things with squishy tapered tips, disappear under her bloomers and stroke her skin. Her thighs quiver and shake in obvious enjoyment, despite her expression.
You place a hand on her hips, just above the tentacles, and fondle her. Yes, you can feel they're just as wide and round as you were hoping. "What do you think I should do to her, Sunny? Give her a taste of what she gave you?"
"Yeah!" she says. You hear her breasts flop as she jumps in excitement.
"Something like... this?" You trace circles around Star's nipples with your fingers. They're still soft to the touch, surrounded with smooth little puffs of her areolae.
"And a little of this?" You pinch her nipples between your finger and thumb. In a brief flicker of Tenta-vision, a twinkle of pleasure races through her nipple and out to the flesh of her breast. The sight disappears just as quickly as it came.
"Ow," Star grunts.
"Yeah! And that's just the start of what she did," Sunny says in between more flopping noises.
Star chuckles nervously. The fake smile returns. "What are you talking about? I never--"
You yank on her breasts, stretching them as far as they can go. Her chest is forced forward. She bends over, arms up, as her face tightens in pain.
"Ow-ooh-ow!" Her upper lip curls, just enough to show the white of her teeth. You let go. They have just enough weight to make a brief, satisfying jiggle as her nipples snap back in place.
"C'mon, that's just mean!" Star pouts.
No, this is mean.
Tenta forms bulbous tips on his tendrils as they go for her breasts. The tips open up, revealing circular mouths with long, reptilian tongues, and latch onto her breasts. He sucks, forming an airtight seal that makes her nipples swell. The tentacles jerk forward and turn, stretching her breasts out into corkscrews of fat and flesh.
"Yeeeowowow!" Star wiggles her body.
Tenta lets go. Star takes deep breaths as her poor breasts finally get some peace.
Sunny puts her hands on her hips, tilts her head back and bellows a loud "Wahaha!", her little fang even more prominent now. Grinning wide, she pushes a fist out again. Instead of giving another thumbs-down, she sticks her thumb between her index and middle finger.
Just as you begin to remove your clothes, you realize that Kinkan Jr has yet to fully recover from his previous fun. A glance downwards confirms what you can already feel: he's drooping down like a tired old man.
"It looks sad," Sunny says, disappointed.
"Just give him a moment." You grab your limping partner and shake him, hoping he'll stir from his slumber. He flops like a noodle.
Sunny kneels down and takes a look at it. "You know, these things look a bit weird when you get a close look." She pokes the foreskin-covered tip with a finger and peels it back. "Kinda like a sad little mushroom."
She flicks a finger against the exposed head. Kinkan Jr shivers in fright, and you feel a jolt of pain.
"Hey, watch it!" you say. She gives it a more gentle poke with her finger, and your dick becomes a little less little and sad-looking.
One of the squishy tentacles between Star's thighs goes for her pussy, resting against the warm flesh. Tenta slides it in just a little, just enough to make Star's lips part.
"Hey, hang on, this is still too early," Star whimpers.
Hush. Tenta knows best. He thins out his tip until it's as thin as a finger and slips it deeper inside.
Star wriggles in Tenta's grasp as his tendril-finger probes her hole, slithering back and forth, caressing her. A short gasp escapes her lips, and her hips buck. No doubt that she's warming up. The feeling makes you tingle pleasantly and makes Kinkan Jr grow in front of Sunny's eyes.
Yes, you're definitely up for some action now. Sunny admires your new development with a smile, marvelling at the miracle of male biology. She cradles it her small hands and brings it to her nose, taking a deep sniff.
"Oh, yeah. That's good to go." She grins. The smell seems to have made her more lively.
"Go get 'em!" She slaps you hard on the ass, making you stumble towards Star. Your cock bobs like a holstered weapon as you step closer.
Tenta leaves Star's insides and makes two little hooks with his tentacles. They grip the outside of her lips and spread them, giving you a full view of her bright pink treasure. You nestle the head of your cock flush with her soft, fleshy entrance. Her sticky fluids cling to you as you rub your tip along her, finding the perfect angle. Star leans forward, anxiously looking down between her legs.
"Any last words?"
She looks back up at you. Her eyebrow twitches up and down. "P-Please be gentle?"
You grab her hips and pull her body down. "Mmf!" Star makes a quick gasp as your tip finds its way between her legs and inside her. It's pleasantly tight, but her moisture lets you work in bit-by-bit with each push. Her pussy makes short quivers with each bit of space that you claim inside her, getting deeper into her tight walls.
You grunt happily and cradle your arm around her back. Your eyes meet briefly before Star looks away.
"Well?" you ask.
Star purses her lips and says nothing, but her hips tilt towards you. You grind your hips in a circle, exploring her.
Tenta pulls her towards you until her sore, sensitive nips scrape against your chest. She glares up at you, obviously aware of what the two of you are doing. No matter how she's feeling, the sensation of her body against yours is still quite pleasant.
You grip her shoulders and push a little deeper inside. Her tightness doesn't let you in very far, but you're fine with simply rubbing your tip in and out, letting her lips suck and slurp on it as her nipples scrape against your chest. Each rub and push draws a muted squeak out of her.
You move your hands down to her buttocks, pushing her crotch against your body as you wiggle inside her. The tentacles around her arms start to peel back, pulling her away from you.
'Hey, what're you doing?'
You need a better angle.
Tenta lowers her down and tilts her back until her body is lined up with the floor. He moves his grip, keeping her arms above her head as she lies parallel to the floor.
"Wah," she squeaks. You keep wiggling inside her as Tenta moves her, but your wriggling soon becomes a thrusting. As Tenta pulls her back, she starts to spread her legs further apart. Her legs clench, trying to close, but she can't fight the leg-split Tenta's got her in. The small muscles in her thighs stick out as she flexes and tenses.
You lean forward, planting your hands on her chest like propping yourself up on a table, and thrust hard. Star grunts as you invade deep inside her. You immediately run into a firm wall of flesh at the back of her pussy.
Of all the times to push hard. Ow.
She clenches hard around you, squeezing your cock to the point of pain. Her face screws up to show she's probably feeling even worse. You glance down to see that you're only about halfway inside her. She may be small, but she shouldn't be quite that small inside.
She just needs to 'loosen up,' aheh.
Thin tentacle roots wriggle up around Star's body. You quickly take your hands off of her before you get caught in the crossfire.
The tendrils move to all the little pleasure-spots along her body: her navel, the small of her back, and within seconds they're up to the nape of her neck and her collar. Star lets out a happy, submissive whimper as they rub at her skin, not a cruel tickle but a pleasing caress.
Her body relaxes, her death grip loosening on your cock. You have enough space now to make gentle nudging motions, nudging the mouth of her womb with your tip, touching her at her deepest point. As Tenta smothers her with affection, her insides slowly move back to welcome more of you inside her. The flesh itself even becomes softer, soft enough for a pleasant squish when you push again.
'I didn't know pussies could do that.'
There's a lot you don't know, kid. Call me 'sensei' from now on.
Two tentacles approach both sides of Star's clit. It's poking a little out of her hood now, flushed enough to bring a rich red color.
"Ah, what's this?" You press your finger to it and feel a thin, slick layer of moisture. You slide your finger over it, pulling her hood back a little more as your finger slips over her bead.
Coochie-coochie-coo! Tenta's himacles tickle her exposed nub.
Her thighs and shoulders quiver violently in Tenta's arms. He loosens his grip and finally gives her some freedom to move. Her hands grip the tentacles nearby, adding two more points of pleasant, if a little too firm, sensation. Tenta tugs her ankles up, and her legs slide up your body, her calves and thighs coming to rest against your chest.
It makes the perfect angle for firm, long pushes. You pull back until your tip is between her lips, then with one, two, three quick thrusts, you work back inside her to kiss her cervix again. Finally, Star is letting herself enjoy it. Her tight smile has loosened into an open-mouthed gape, and her nervous eyes have fallen into a droopy, half-closed expression of pleasure.
"Enjoying yourself?" You grab her buttocks and feel the thick, wet fluids of sex dripping down her thighs.
You thrust forward and give her cervix a firm press. "Well?"
"Yeeeesss," she moans, her words coming out in a breathy slur.
You retreat just a little, then push back in and gently prod her wall. She lets out a much more agreeable grunt as you tickle her deepest point.
You caress her waist as you leave more gentle bumps along the entrance to her womb. Her legs clench again, as if she wished she could wrap her legs around you and enjoy herself, but she can't.
There's something delightfully powerful about fucking her like this, hung up in the air as if she's a weightless thing for your pleasure. With her unable to touch you back, you can really feel that she's at your mercy.
"Good," you say to yourself, moving your hips back and forth, not slamming into her but putting effort and purpose into each motion, back and forth, letting both of you feel it as her pussy tightens and yields in response to your movements.
Her legs, coated in Tenta's lubrication, slip up and down your body with each motion. She tightens her legs around your body as if trying to grip you despite all the slippery fluids.
"Good, good, good," you repeat.
As you enjoy yourself, Tenta pokes his fingers around the sensitive skin surrounding her clit, seeing what gets the most entertaining reaction out of her. Her head tilts down, along with the rest of her body, until her hair brushes against the floor. Her bangs lift up as she lies halfway upside-down, revealing her forehead, beads of sweat glistening on it to give it an alluring shimmer. When she's closer, you think to yourself, you'll have to give it a little kiss, or maybe a nibble.
Tenta hoists Star back up, making her legs spread apart again. She wraps her legs around your waist, not quite tall enough for her feet to meet behind you. You feel your cock shift inside her as Tenta pushes her into your arms. Instinctively, she grips you tight around your shoulders, gripping your biceps.
"Watch the nipples, watch the nipples," she says as her head meets your shoulders.
You ignore her, holding her tight enough for all the air to disappear between your bodies and then bouncing her up and down against your cock, making her sensitive nipples scrape against your chest. Her eyelids flicker with little jolts of pain when you push against her body, but she always returns to a lazy, dreamy expression. After a little bit, she almost seems to enjoy the feeling, her face getting loser as your hands roam her back, your body covering hers, your hips keeping hers in constant motion. You feed into each others' pleasure until you're on the brink of an orgasm, and you're sure she is too.
"Almost there," you growl in her ear, leaning down to take a little nibble of her forehead. The tingling all through your lower body drives you on. Your hips slap hers as you drive into her faster, trying to make yourself cum.
"You... you'll..." she says, her breathing close to ragged gasping.
You slap against her a few more times, shaking her entire body as your hips connect with hers. You run a finger along the base of her wings.
"You'll ta- take..." She can barely speak through her pleasure, but she keeps trying valiantly. You trace circles around the base of her wings until her body spasms in your grip.
"Take responsi-i-bility, ri... right?" She screams the last word as her pussy shudders violently, gripping so intensely but so pleasurably that your climax feels like it's yanked out of you.
You don't get the chance to answer her. Your knees shake, and if she were any heavier than a fairy, you would've dropped her. You can't even consider the problem for a minute as you release inside her, her pussy clinging to your cock as it throbs and releases. Her fingers stop digging into your shoulders for a moment, and her legs relax around your waist, her feet sliding down and caressing your thigh.
A loud moan, definitely not from Star, gets your attention. You pull Star off of you with a wet pop and turn around to see Sunny sitting on the floor, clothes half-off, with her hand hard at work between her thighs.
She stops humping her hand when you make eye contact, her expression of pleasure turning into a scowl. "Took you long enough to notice! Sheesh."
"Sorry, I was busy." You shrug, not really sorry.
Tenta hovers behind Sunny, obviously plotting. Hold up. See, something's been bothering me...
Four tentacles rise up out of the puddle. Two of them latch onto Sunny's shoulders, pressing her to the floor. The other two form the round mouths he used before on Star.
"Bwah! Hey! What are you doing?" Sunny yelps.
These need fixing.
The two mouths bite onto her nipples and rise upwards. Sunny thumps her feet on the floor as her pancake teats are stretched out what must be at least a foot.
"Ow ow ow ow!" She starts to bang her whole body against the ground, her butt thumping against the wooden floor. Tenta keeps stretching them like putty until each breast must be half as long as she is tall.
"Stop, stop! I cahn' go anymoh!" Sunny's face twists and she goes crosseyed as Tenta wrings out every last bit of stretching from her. Her tongue rises up and out of her mouth as she makes a low moan. You feel magic flow through him for a split-second, and then he releases.
Her breasts snap back to her chest with a little magical puff of smoke. Tenta lets go of her shoulders.
Sunny gasps for breath, then sits up, staring down at herself. "I... you..." She cups her breasts in her hands. "I'm back to normal?"
She gives her nipple a tweak, letting out a short gasp and wincing a little. "Yep, I'm back."
"Now then, since you're all better, are you ready to kiss and make up?" You let go of Star and let her float to the ground. Her wings flap gently like a butterfly's as she touches the ground.
Sunny gets to her feet, wobbling a little, and gives Star a good long look. "Apologize first," she says, crossing her arms at Star.
"M'sorry," Star grumbles and looks at the ground.
"Not good enough. Kowtow."
"You heard me." Star crosses her arms.
"Grrr." Star gets onto her knees, puts her elbows on the ground, and bows until her forehead touches the floor. It gives you a wonderful angle to see your handiwork as it drips down her legs.
You suddenly remember her comment just before you blew your load. Was that Tenta's stuff or your stuff that you just let out?
Have you ever heard of a half-fairy?
Sunny lifts her foot and puts it on the back of Star's head. "Now, say 'I'm sorry for shamelessly assaulting your massive tits until milk sprayed out uncontrollably,'" she demands, grinding her heel hard enough to show her dominance over Star but not enough to really hurt her.
Star forces her way away from the foot. "C'mon, I mean, I wouldn't say shamelessly..."
You flick Star on the back of the head. "Apologize."
She grumbles and puts her head back on the ground. "M'sorry for shamelessly something your massive tits something something milk."
"You haven't learned your lesson, have you?" Sunny says. She peels off her dress and steps out of her clothes, wet enough to stick to her calves as they go down her body. She steps forward until her crotch is in front of Star.
Star looks up and opens her mouth to say something, but gets a mouthful of pussy instead. She lets out a muffled squeak as Sunny grabs her head and pulls it between her thighs.
Star pulls her face away. "Hey, is this just an excuse to have sex with me?" she says.
Sunny looks at you, torn between laughter and disappointment. After a moment of thought, she shoves Star back between her legs, grinding against her friend's face with a very pleased look.
You hunch down and bring your cock close to Sunny's hips. Realizing that, yes, this is an excuse to have sex with her, Star accepts her role and wraps a hand around your cock, stroking it and helping it recover after your orgasm as she sucks Sunny's flesh into her mouth and licks at her clit.
A cock rises up from the puddle and slips into Star's unoccupied hand. She works with a sudden gusto, licking Sunny until her knees tremble and stroking you both until you're nice and hard and ready once more.
Oh, this is good. This is real good. Tentacles sneak up around the fairies' ankles, then more around their waists. Slowly but with enough force to trap them, he lifts them up and brings them together. Their sweat and spit mix along with Tenta's glistening lubrication as their bodies wriggle together.
Sunny and Star, together again, on my dick, Tenta sings to himself, already enjoying the results as the fairies continue to squirm. Their small chests press against each other, their thighs rubbing, their legs tangling together.
The puddle underneath the fairies thickens until it's like jelly. A forest of tentacles rise up, coiling around limbs, slithering up to breasts, even curling through hair.
Tenta gives them both a squeeze around the waist, like he's got them both in a bear hug. Their backs curve, their calves lifting up while tentacles keep their thighs held stiff. Their wings both flicker out, thumping against his tentacles as they buzz. Thin little fingers curl around to Star's buttocks. Some of them dig deep into the flesh of her rump, curling like hooks and spreading her cheeks apart.
Tenta's coming back, baby. I feel better than ever.
A finger slithers around Star's thigh, then sneaks through the crack where her thighs meet her crotch. It sneaks past her pussy and up towards the thin, slit-like hole between her cheeks.
Your nose wrinkles.
'What the-- I can smell it!'
Told you, I'm coming back!
As if barely able to contain his excitement, his finger bounces and wiggles up and down, rubbing against her hole as it leaks out a healthy amount of goo.
"C-Cold!" Star yelps.
Her scent gets even stronger, clean but mixed with the salty and sweet tones of her sweat and skin. Your pecker tingles a little from it.
'What have you done to me?'
Booty smell good. Appreciate it.
A tentacle comes up from underneath Star's legs, straight up like a bamboo pole. It even takes the shape of bamboo, complete with joints, though these run close together, forming a sort of ribbing all down its length.
Tenta jerks Star's thighs apart and pushes his pole up further at a slow but steady pace, inching closer to Star's pussy until it brushes against her skin.
Star wiggles, trying to find a better angle to look down, but only succeeds in rubbing her body against Sunny. "What... what is that supposed to be?"
Tenta answers by entering her. Still wet and loose, her lips spread wide, but they still struggle to take in Tenta's girth. Her insides quiver with every rib that makes its way in and scrapes against her walls.
Tenta's puddle-body and the veins in your chest shudder. Oooh! Fuck me. Fairy snatch, how I've missed you!
Little stems grow out from further down Tenta's length, followed by long, flat tentacles. Bamboo leaves. Apparently, fairy sex brings out Tenta's artistic side.