The Adventures of Streak - Season 1 - #9 (Adult)
The octopus was in control now.
Thaumophage
The thing — hybrid agent — was... he looked a little like someone had glued a few octopuses together. there was a mess of curling tentacles, attached to some kind of main mass.
Writing Stream 7: Growth
Seven more tentacles gradually came into view the further down she looked, and eventually she came face to face with a very large octopus. her eyes wide, midna shouted, kicking her legs out and catching the octopus in the side of the head.
Principium et Finis
"...blue octopus lizard?" "... general-dressed..." "... i swear it's the devil!" "... hee hur, look at the pretty birdy on his sssssholder'."
Amber Silverblood: Chapter Seventy
Immediately, the octopus started the scream. his body writhed and contorted, and the hyena dropped him and backed away.
The Depth of a Lagoon
But when the humans jumped into the water the pet octopus attacked them at once, leaving no man alive. the sight of blood made lagoon flitch. he came to his senses and swam back to the ravine as fast as he could.
Spheres of Influence
It was maat the fair, who had tried to kill the octopus during mano's raid against atlan's lair.
Team Valiant Arc 7.5 Chapter 7: The Junior Tournament Pt. 1
"not your business, drumstick," replied the octopus, "i'm here to teach my son to be a pro wrestler, and that's just what i'm going to do.
Zippy Zipperdale: Moderately Mad Scientist--The Nineth Experiment
Even nadjia had to say, "wow, that's an awesome octopus!" amber turned and glared at her, "it's not an octopus!" nadjia shrugged, "it looks like an octopus to me."
This Machine
As a journalist, as a vegetarian, \*and\* as an octopus herself, it made sense that she'd wonder about such things, mandrake couldn't help but think. "i think it \*used\* to be made from animals, way back in the old days. not anymore, though."
The Giant Bacteria: The Novelization, Part 1
He fire another octopus missile, with about as much success at the first, which was none.
Father, my father
Recker sat at the entrance to the tent she had been sleeping in. The tall trees towered above the small imp, her claws kneading absentmindedly next to her soft stomach. The canopy above was lush; branches clawing out at the dark skies, their leaves...