“Watch as the great and powerful Trixie dazzles your eyes with great feats of magic!”
The silver-maned magician whipped her tail as she dramatically announced her talent for what she was about to do. At least this time, the solitary mare had an audience for her abilities.
Lying in the forest in a rather uncomfortable position was none other than Chrysalis, queen of the changelings, after having been launched into the Everfree Forest only a few days ago. Her magic rendered useless without a source of love and her body too weak to disguise itself after being tossed out of the royal palace in Canterlot, she was left depending on her new “friend,” the egotistical and narcissistic Trixie Lulamoon for what little appreciation she had for an audience.
Right now, Trixie seemed to fling sparklers into the air to act as fireworks, not talented enough to simply use her horn to call flares forth. Chrysalis knew this unicorn lacked much skill for magic to begin with, but this was simply ridiculous.
“Feast your eyes as Trixie brings forth the creatures of the wild from her hat!”
A short yawn of boredom was all that escaped Chrysalis’ dry lips, instead of the applause and excitement that Trixie was expecting. The unicorn simply narrowed her eyes in an annoyed scowl before the mare lifted a hoof to remove her hat and hold it out in front of her. As she stood on her hind legs, Trixie made an odd swirling motion before she reached into the starry hat and spoke a few words of gibberish.
“Simila Womushki Alakazam!”
The moment she withdrew her hoof, she held a pure white rabbit, small enough to be a baby. Almost as if fanfare were playing, Trixie held the rabbit closer to the insectoid queen and exclaimed.
“Voila!”
Chrysalis yawned once more, clearly unimpressed by Trixie’s classic magic trick. Trixie could only flare her nostrils to express her rage, but quickly held back her roar of anger at the critic before her. The magician didn’t want to lose her audience already, so she decided that she needed to really wow the insect-like queen.
“So, the simplicity of this time-honored magic trick does not amuse you, hmm? Well, Trixie can easily quench your desire for excitement!”
The unicorn angrily glared at the hat before levitating both it and her magic wand onto the ground in front of Chrysalis, who merely raised an eyebrow at her odd gestures. Within seconds, the hat began to shake about wildly, pulsing with magical energy all the while. Even Trixie was impressed with how much magic she could pour into the hat to form a summoning spell.
The mare thought she was sure to summon a creature that would knock Chrysalis’ (figurative) socks off! When the hat’s open hole began to glow a bright blue, the insect-like queen’s bug eyes widened as if she saw a ghost. She slowly moved to stand and look closer, but the moment she arrived and the tension was at its absolute peak, the glow disappeared and there was only a deep, dark hole inside.
Chrysalis pouted, annoyed at the incompetence of the magician that now stood confused at the lack of presence from inside her hat.
“Excitement, hmm?”
The sarcastic remark only served to spur Trixie’s anger on as she levitated her wand and groaned out in frustration.
“Ugh! Why won’t this stupid thing work!?”
Trixie flung the wand at the hat in a fit of rage, but something very unexpected happened. As they both watched, a vine-like appendage erupted from the hat and caught the magic wand right before their eyes. In complete silence, it slowly brought the wand inside the hat and slight chewing and a disconcerting swallowing sound was heard from within.
“Wh- What was that?”
Chrysalis stuttered slightly as they both took a few brief steps closer to the hat and peered into the darkness. Instead of pure black, however, a single, yellow eye peered back at them. Its focus switched between the two of them before they backed away, shocked.
As if the hat acted like a portal, a long, thick-looking feeler lifted out from it and wriggled around in a very alien motion. It lowered itself and eventually found the nearby ground. The hat flipped and slowly rose as the tentacle grew longer and more of the form began to slip out, drawing more attention from the mares who practically hugged each other out of fear. Quickly, they realized what they were doing and released one another to reserve their dignity awkwardly.
About a dozen more dark purple limbs flowed out from the hat, each stretching to lengths longer than a single pony or even a tall queen like Chrysalis could reach. Trixie began to panic as all the slimy appendages stretched outwards and the creature wore her hat like some kind of hood for its head. All they could see inside was its big, bright yellow eye. However, Trixie could swear that, in her fear-induced panic, she saw the eye pulse in an odd manner. A tentacle reached closer for her and she discovered that, for some reason, she was frozen in place.
Chrysalis questioned her frightened still posture as she saw it creep closer to the magician.
“What are you doing!? You summoned a beast like that and you’re just going to let it eat you?”
Trixie only continued to stare directly at the pulsing eye; she felt almost... compelled to get closer to it. The mare mumbled and began to walk closer as the single tentacle neared her.
“Trixie wants... to see it... to be near it... come closer...”
Chrysalis only gawked in surprise as she watched the magician willingly walk toward the creature in question. It reached the light blue mare and seemed to caress her head before moving down her back and moving to slide over her flank, as if it was fondling her. With a disgusted face, Chrysalis knew she had to leave now; she didn’t want to become food like the mare in front of her.
“Whether it’s friendly or not, I’m not taking a chance to be a meal for some monster. Have fun, you imbecile!”
To save her own skin and leave the magician to be feasted on, Chrysalis immediately turned and got ready to dash as far away from this place as possible. However, the creature was somehow directly in front of her now, and its eye stared directly into hers. Chrysalis immediately knew what it was doing, and shut her eyes to protect herself.
“A hypnotic illusion? I’m not falling for it, you detestable- Ugh!”
The queen’s insult was interrupted by the unmistakable presence of a very slimy tendril along her cheek. In sheer fright, her eyes opened wide and her gaze was too focused on the eye in front of her to look away.
“Wh- What are you!? Don’t... touch me...”
By now, she had been enraptured by the stare, and her face slowly drooped as if she lost the will to fight against the monster now that her option to run had failed. She began to feel drier and more lifeless than ever; the only thing she felt was the suddenly hot tentacle pressing into her cheek. It seemed to be looking for something, and eventually brought itself right to her soft lips as it pressed against them eagerly.
Still somehow aware of the situation, Queen Chrysalis’ thoughts described how she felt while her body was forced to play along.
(“It’s trying to... slip itself into my mouth? Why can’t I push it away? Why can’t I do anything!?”)
The changeling’s body did as the monster wished and parted her lips (minding her fangs) just enough for the small, but relatively thick tendril to slide into her mouth with ease. It didn’t stop there, however, as it began to writhe about her tongue and along the inside of her mouth. She evaluated the taste against her will, and found the slime coating it to be not quite disgusting, but rather a very unique, and somehow familiar flavor.
(“It tastes like... a stallion’s love... this thing is... feeding me...”)
The long forgotten taste of a stallion’s seed coating the length slowly slipping between her lips became all too pleasant to resist, and Chrysalis soon let out a weak moan. Even though she hadn’t quite understood the monster’s reason for doing this, her body seemed to pick up on it and the female changeling’s natural instinct to feed on the substitute member in her mouth kicked in.
Her lips wrapped tightly around it as her snake-like tongue swiftly betrayed her and swirled around the invader out of sheer hunger. Her eyes remained open in a haze, as if she were dreaming even though the odd sensations were very real. She tried to speak through the appendage, but couldn’t get her body to cooperate or do anything other than suck on the supplier of the taste she found so delectable.
(“I’ll kill you... forcing the queen to... suck you...”)
Trixie, meanwhile, wasn’t faring much better, as she had been disrobed of her magician’s cloak to reveal the naked and vulnerable form beneath it. The mare’s body didn’t respond any more positively than the insect queen a few feet away, ignoring her will to cry out against the monster drawing her closer.
(“What is this thing doing!? G- Get it off!”)
The only thing her body could do was swat away an approaching tentacle with her tail, but it grabbed it roughly to keep it from moving, causing Trixie to yelp in pain. The odd sensation of her flank being caressed doubled as another one joined it at her other side. With only a foot remaining between her and the beast, she halted as the eye within her hat stared deeply into her.
As if draining her of all free will, the mare’s body went slack and fell to the ground in front of her hat, unable to keep standing while the feelers roamed her soft coat. She was being admired, felt from all angles as her mind began to slip away from her and her body became merely an object. Before she lost all thought in her mind, however, she heard a voice, deep and booming as it emanated from the creature in front of her.
“Yeeeesss... you will do nicely...”
Before Trixie could manage any sort of response, the tentacles all gathered onto her and grabbed at every inch of her they could. She could only squirm and shout as they completely covered her in a dark purple amalgamation of a monster, and the hat seemed to pull her onto it slowly. Eventually, she was crowned with her magician's hat once more and the creature’s limbs all seemed to withdraw back into it aside from a lone tentacle servicing the queen of the changelings a short distance away.
The light blue mare gazed at her and tried to recall what had happened; the last few seconds forming only a mixed blur in her mind. She found it too difficult to think, however, and instead allowed her body to act on its own as it walked toward Chrysalis, who faced away as she sucked in a somewhat angry manner.
(“I feel... so warm... I remember... wanting to be loved... to be cradled by the tentacles... the wonderful tentacles~”)
Immediately, she felt a bolt of pleasure shoot through her, originating from the horn under her hat. She heard a familiar voice coo. It was her own, but somehow distorted and similar to a monstrous voice coming from within her.
”That’s it... good girl... worship the tentacles and they will feed you...”
Chrysalis heard the not so soothing voice of the magician behind her but found she couldn’t turn around. With the thick length sliding into her mouth, she had quite a tough time trying to face the source of the now very perverted voice, instead only perking her ears up as she listened while the form approached.
Eventually, a rather ominous presence sidled up to her ear and nuzzled against her cheek, releasing a naughty-sounding moan before the distorted voice questioned her teasingly.
”Mmm~, enjoying your snack, Chrysalis?”
On cue with the voice’s emphasis, she felt the tentacle throb and pulse in her mouth as it released shot after shot of what tasted like thick, creamy stallion seed. She tried to hold off as long as she could but the taste had quickly made her forget her thoughts. She gulped down the load eagerly, despite her mental protest, and found it only served to make her feel even weaker and less able to resist.
Slowly, the long appendage slipped out from between her now slick lips, allowing her to speak as she shook her head and tried to regain control of her body. The eye that was previously in front of her had disappeared and she was left standing alone before jumping around in shock to find the magician so close to her side wearing a sly grin.
“Wh- What!?”
The feeler she had just been servicing brought itself right before the light blue unicorn’s face and she seemed to nuzzle against it cutely. It was a disgusting sight, considering the mixed fluids were now rubbing onto her face and making it quite sticky, but the mare appeared as pleased as ever. Chrysalis could only take a brief step back, confused at what was going on as Trixie spoke once more.
“Such thick and delicious texture... Normal mares love it, but I have yet to see my aphrodisiac’s effect on a changeling, mhmhm~”
Trixie then opened her eyes in a daze as she eyed the thick tentacle facing her, showing oddly yellow irises all the while. The mare licked her lips eagerly, her hungry intent becoming clear just before chuckling as she mused aloud.
“Observe.”
Almost teasingly slowly, the mare lowered her mouth to the tip of the long tentacle and swallowed its thick length into her warm, wet throat. With a slight gagging noise, her eyes closed as she found some difficulty, but eagerly swallowed as much as she could into her mouth, ignoring the discomfort in favor of the pleasure she earned from sucking it.
Chrysalis looked on, almost unable to move as the creature had somehow taken refuge in that hat above the magician’s head and now had her deep throating the length that extended out from under it and into her mouth. Shaken and confused from what the monster had said to her while possessing the light blue mare, the changeling queen questioned her.
“What are you? And how do you know my name?”
Trixie opened her eyes to glare at the insect-like creature ahead of her before allowing the feeler she gleefully suckled to withdraw from her mouth in haste to respond. Of course, for a few brief moments, her face showed longing as she panted to catch her breath, but eventually she replied with that same, distorted voice.
“Even if I told you, I doubt you’d remember me or my species.”
The mare took a step forward, and Chrysalis responded with a quick step back. This went on as Trixie continued to approach her with a sultry look and an evil smirk. All the while, several tentacles slipped out of the hat and began to roam along Trixie’s body, wrapping her in a pleasant caress of warm, slimy fluids all along her belly, her legs, and even across her flanks.
After a few moments, Chrysalis had backed so far away that she had bumped into a tree and had nowhere to go, leaving the creature to introduce itself and stare at the changeling with its intimidating bright yellow eyes.
“I am Villamor, the last of my species that feeds on sexual energy. I’m using this dimwitted mare as a host, and she will provide me with nourishment while I make my way to conquering Equestria on behalf of my fallen brethren.”
Chrysalis blinked twice, even further confused by the monster now explaining itself and its goals to her seemingly out of nowhere. With a nervous chuckle and a step to the left, the queen adjusted her crown and replied to Villamor.
“Oh well, I see you’ve found a nice little host for your evil deeds, so...I’ll just be going, since you don’t need me for anyth- Mmph!”
Trixie pressed a hoof to the queen’s mouth, silencing her instantly.
“Nonsense. After all, it was your species that was the more successful predator, correct?”
The villainous face inched closer to Chrysalis’ as a thinner, more agile tentacle slipped out from under the hat to reach forward and coil around the queen’s misshapen horn. As if on cue, the changeling shuddered at the instant pleasure from having her horn fondled. Villamor spoke slowly while the feeler started to lovingly caress the long, sensitive horn.
“You changelings managed to invade Canterlot with your shapeshifting prowess and fed on all the love you could get your grubby little hooves on. All the while, my species was being swatted away like flies by great warriors, and what happened to you? Your own plan to feast on love backfired on you... and now... here you are.”
Trixie laughed aloud, completely in control of the situation as more and more feelers creeped out from under her hat and seemed to be closing in on the shrinking form that was the queen of the changelings. Chrysalis felt helpless, being backed into a corner and too weak to fight back. Even her main source of shapeshifting magic was wrapped up in a slimy tentacle and actually made her feel good.
The monstrous tentacles extending out from Trixie’s hat, however, did not seem intent on pleasuring her. These looked rather thick and strong, as if made for constricting weaker creatures, which was exactly what Chrysalis felt like as Trixie leaned in further until their lips were only an inch apart. With a cold stare and a mischievous smirk, the unicorn whispered in a series of hot breaths.
“I want to show you what it means to be prey, my dear Chrysalis~”
Trixie pressed forward and closed her eyes, forcing her lips right onto those of the changeling queen. Chrysalis tried to resist, but the mare’s force was too strong for her weakened body. A deep throaty moan escaped the magician as she kissed even deeper, unable to feel anything but pleasure as her body was used to get closer to Chrysalis.
The soft lips of the mare in front of her momentarily distracted Chrysalis just long enough for her to not notice the first particularly thick tentacle wrap around one of her forelegs carefully. What she did feel, however, was the second one’s slimy texture as it wrapped around her other foreleg in a firm grip.
In one swift motion, Trixie pulled her lips off of the changeling just long enough for her to be pulled straight upwards and into the air, held up by two tentacles and leaving her hind legs to dangle openly. The unicorn laughed playfully, eyeing the changeling struggling against the bonds.
“Now, now, let’s see just what you enticed those stallions with, hmm~?”
Another pair of thick-looking tentacles slid out from Trixie’s hat and wrapped around Chrysalis’ hind legs before pulling outwards, spreading them wide and leaving her reproductive organ on full display. Trixie drew closer and reached up with a hoof to caress the changeling’s soft belly, all the while keeping her eyes focused on the attractive slit between her thighs.
“It’s no wonder you have to shapeshift to feed. This hideous form of yours is torture just to look at. Ahh, and what a deep, sloppy cunt you have. Perfect for spitting out dozens of eggs and nothing else, hmm?”
“Fuck you!”
Chrysalis responded with a violent outburst, baring her fangs and causing the tentacle at her horn to retreat in shock. Trixie merely laughed it off as her hoof trailed even lower to caress the slick wetness of the changeling’s muff. The aphrodisiac was working perfectly, ensuring she would be aroused no matter what Villamor wanted to do with her, and he was sure he wanted to do many things.
“Oh, don’t you worry about a thing. You see, Chryssy, it’s the differences that makes us who we are. You’re a disgusting bitch who takes what she wants and seduces stallions with deceit, but I, on the other hoof, am a giver... and I do so love to give.”
Within seconds, Chrysalis felt the careful touch of hooves on her thighs, almost warning her, before a long, hot breath cascaded over her glistening quim. In an effort to suppress her honest reaction, the changeling bit her lip so hard that she drew blood.
“Hmhm, but we have some preparation to do, don’t we? Don’t worry, I’ll give you a little sneak preview~”
Just like that, Trixie blinked and her eyes reverted to their normal colors. Feeling briefly disoriented, the unicorn mare looked around her at the tentacles holding up Chrysalis and even back at the ones hugging her body. She felt too dazed to offer any sort of response, but that quickly changed when a noticeably large, black tentacle inched its way out of her hat and past her eyes.
When she saw it, her mouth began to water as dozens of thoughts seemed to guide her and keep her focused on the throbbing appendage slinking toward her soft flanks.
(“Love the tentacles, Trixie...” “Let the tentacles please you...” “Tentacles feel best when they’re inside you...”)
The mare put up absolutely no resistance as the feelers caressing her flanks moved to the side and gently spread her nicely for the approaching tendril. She did, however, smile weakly as it pressed up against her marehood with strong intent to thrust inside. Her smile faded slowly as she realized the long, hard appendage was teasing her now, and as if she knew of some unspoken rule, she forced herself to beg as she pressed her rump against it with a thick tone of lust in her voice.
“P- Please, Master... Make Trixie feel gooooood~... She needs it... inside...”
Wordlessly, the black tendril acknowledged her pleas and wormed its way into her tight marehood, causing her to scream out in pleasure and fall forward so that her face rested carefully between the legs of the queen of the changelings without a care. The tentacle started out with a strong piston movement, pumping in and out of the overly aroused mare with gusto that she returned in a series of moans.
Fortunately for her, the pleasure would only increase. As the pistoning got faster, Trixie once again heard the distracting voice. The voice ringed clear in her mind, and she knew that she had to pay attention to and do whatever it asked of her.
(“Good girl, Trixie... The non-believer in front of you will soon pay for her arrogance... but while you are rewarded... you must weaken her and show her just how wonderful the mouth of a tentacle slave is~")
Understanding immediately what needed to be done, Trixie nodded and began to place gentle, loving kisses on Queen Chrysalis’ moist lips while her hooves hugged her thighs close to her face tenderly. Trixie had never pleased another mare before, but it didn’t matter, as it was what her master wished of her.
“Yes, Master~”
Chrysalis was practically going insane as the host of the magician had now allowed her to be used as some sort of slave, being fucked from behind by one of its own tentacles while he had apparently been controlling her mind all the while. She had no idea what was happening now, but she got a rather clear idea when Trixie’s head fell between her legs and she felt soft, tender kisses from the mare’s lips on her own.
(“She’s using her mouth in the queen!? No... No this can’t be happening! My nectar is for my slaves only! G- Get away!”)
Unfortunately, all that came out of Chrysalis’ lips were pleased moans of passion as the light blue unicorn happily lapped up her surprisingly sweet nectar with her tongue and probed her insides lightly to tease her. Her struggles were losing even more resistance with each passing moment, and soon it would become clear that the only option was to surrender.
Unwilling to admit defeat so easily, however, she continued to fight against her bounds angrily. She was forced to stop, however, when her engorged clitoris got a nice nibble from the mare nipping at her mareflesh eagerly. The motion of the tentacle pumping in and out of the unicorn’s behind so fast clearly meant that she was about get her much-desired reward from the thick tendril.
Looking up at Chrysalis with eyes of burning need, she screamed into the forest as loud as she possibly could while the tentacle kept on pumping, bringing her to orgasm and then draining all her delicious secretions for her master. The big finish left her quite tired, however, and the host reassumed her body, but not before giving a final lick to the changeling queen’s wet labia and moaning in agreement.
“Mmn, that was quite nice~”
The tentacle inside Trixie slowly slid out with an audible “pop” as it appeared coated in slick juices from its last usage before being brought around to face Chrysalis. All the while, Villamor teased her with a hasty remark.
“You know, you could at least enjoy it a little if you just give in~ This wonderful tentacle fucked the brains out of this mare, and now it will do the same for you...”
Chrysalis looked down at the throbbing length now inching closer to her sopping wet pussy, unable to stop it and yet a small part of her clearly wanting to have it pleasure the deepest parts of her with that wonderful tentacle.
No, that was wrong. She had to endure. She had a reputation to keep. No tentacle monster from who knows where was going to make her its slave.
At least, that’s what she told herself before it parted her soaking wet folds.
The penetration was like a dream come true for Chrysalis. Every sensation of the thick, pulsing tentacle was exactly like that of a stallion’s, only far more flexible.
It put that flexibility to good use inside her, as well. Every time she struggled, it thrust up and even deeper into her, reaching places even a stallion had yet to reach. The noticeable bulge in her belly made her feel even more full, a sensation she hadn’t had in quite some time.
All the while, Trixie looked up at Chrysalis with the widest of knowing grins and watched as the tentacle pleasured her exactly as Villamor wanted. The same playful voice, even distorted, remained teasing as it called out to the queen being fucked in mid-air.
“Feels nice, right? Having a nice, thick tentacle pumping into you like that~”
With ease, they coiled around Trixie’s hind legs and pushed down, extending to lift her off of the ground and up to watch Chrysalis’ face as it contorted in pleasure. Her foreleg reached up to caress the insectoid face as the nearby tentacle immediately shuddered under the hot breath rolling over it in need. It slithered off of Trixie’s hoof like a snake and slipped easily right into Chrysalis’ open mouth, which clamped down on the substitute member and sucked happily.
“Ohoho, so eager, are we? Your master can give you so much more, Chrysalis~”
At that point, the yellow irises in Trixie’s eyes glowed bright as she stared, focused on Chrysalis’ eyes with enough intensity to mesmerise a normal pony in seconds. The changeling queen, however, could finally feel her last wall of resistance fading. She absolutely loved the taste of the slimy tendril in her mouth, and her inner walls being rubbed by the hard, throbbing feeler inside her was going to bring her to her climax any second now.
It was right. She had lost. The easiest thing to do now was simply enjoy herself.
The moment Chrysalis submitted to the pleasure, she felt completely engulfed by the aggressive conditioning Villamor surged into her. The deep thrusts into her burning hot depts only intensified with each word that flowed through her mind that was not her own.
(“Love, suck, serve, obey... You love the tentacles... You don’t have to worry about anything except pleasing your master... the tentacles will take care of you...”)
(“The tentacles will... take care of me...”)
Even Chrysalis’ own thoughts were molded to shape what she was being told. The once villainous eyes of hers rolled up high as she tried to cope with the words pouring into her and the tentacles pounding her snatch rougher than ever. Quickly, she was falling right into the hands (or just “limbs”) of the creature controlling her and, within moments, the transition from queen to mere slave was complete.
The same thick seed from earlier gushed into Chrysalis mouth, who swallowed load after load while she was brought to the peak of orgasm, clenching down on the now pulsing shaft inside her. The juices that leaked out were soaked up carefully; not wasting a single drop, considering it was sustenance to the beast. This way, both species were able to feed each other in harmony.
(“It’s a shame we couldn’t have worked together, Chrysalis. You would have made a fine slave~")
Trixie laughed loudly in the same booming voice as earlier as she and her tentacles withdrew from Chrysalis, dropping her onto the forest floor. She had been used up, drained of her sexual energy and forever trapped in a mindset that would leave her serving Villamor’s limbs for the rest of her life. The changeling managed to lift her head and gaze longingly at Trixie, who now stood on all fours while the feelers slipped back under her hat, satisfied.
The unicorn wore an evil grin as she gazed upon the now pathetic looking queen of a race Villamor now knew he could defeat with ease. Trixie lowered her head to face Chrysalis, listening to her breathy pants as if trying to form words.
“M- Master... I wish to serve you~... I wish to please the tentacles...”
“Oh, how nice for you~... Unfortunately, this night of pleasure will be your last, Chryssy.”
The look in the changeling’s eyes changed from one of distant bliss to one of obvious fear. Too weak to move after being ravaged by the tentacles she now held in such high regard, Chrysalis merely blubbered semi-coherently as she tried to understand what Trixie was saying.
“Wh- What? B- But master! My life is serving the tentacles! I- I’ll die without them!”
“Exactly. And you’ll spend your final few hours alone in this forest, regretting your miserable life and the wonderful tentacles you could have worshipped~”
Chrysalis could only slump where she was, utterly exhausted by the amount of energy she had lost and the realization that her master was tossing her aside like a used tissue. This was where she was going to die, betrayed by her master and left to rot on his whim.
Trixie began walking in the opposite direction, away from the changeling who extended a hoof as if to try and reach for the mare, who was far too far away to grab at. The final declaration of victory over the changeling echoed all throughout the forest.
“Some predator you are! I win, you pathetic little bug! Nhahaha!”
Inside her mind, Trixie felt empty, but so very happy that she had served her master. She was going to do everything she could to make master happy, and the first thing to do was find another mare he could feed on.
(“Master...there’s a zebra living in a hut in the center of the forest. We can find nourishment and perhaps show her your beautiful form~”)
(“Mmm, sounds exotic~ Let’s go, slave. You will have a bountiful reward for your efforts, rest assured.”)
(“Thank you, Master...”)
Author's Note
So I attempted to write tentacles. Not bad? Decent? I don't know. It's something.
