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The fact that Talrenda turned to Jerrry for help with her pregnancy took the tentacle beast off guard. The two never really could confide in each other about anything. He couldn't help but feel bad for her, and he couldn't help but notice the swell of her belly. She turned to HIM for advice. Now, he has to give it.

"Hey, hey, there. It's okay. First thing's first: you need to decide what you're going to do... have you contacted the father, yet?"

She shakes her head. "N... no... I, uh..." she stops and takes a deep breath. "I guess I should do that, huh?"

"Probably a good idea... uh, if you two are on good speaking terms, that is, even if it is a rocky relationship, you know there's going to be some legal things to deal with.

"Thanks..." Talrenda says, wiping her nose with her sleeve. "I think I'm doing a little better... just needed to... tell someone, I guess."

"Well, your secret is safe with me, and-" He checks his watch, "Aw jeez, I'm late for work. I'll catch you later, neighbor!" he says, slinking off into the small tube transport for invertebrates. He slinks on through and is shot immediately towards his destination.

Flarko rolls back and forth in his tube, and Jerrry shoots out of the tunnel, sticking to the wall a moment before peeling off and landing with a splat.

"There you are, star man! What's the deal? People need you to breed some bitches, man! That's why I pay you the big bucks."

"Hey, sorry about that, Flarko, my man. I just got caught off guard by my neighbor and all, and she's pregnant, so, it really got me thinking, and..."

"Jerrry, Jerrry... any girl you knock up here will be taken care of, alright? They'll get paid--they'll get their medical treatment, and then they'll get back to the job, no biggie. All you need to do is fulfill your natural desire to pump gallons of xeno-jizz into their cunts."

"Yeah, yeah... I guess so," Jerrry says. "So, uh, who's on the docket today."

"Singularity tonight, Jerr, but she's a little late. Just get ready, and you let me worry about it. Go ahead... get yourself psyched up."

Yeah, psyched up. It doesn't take much. Jerrry might put on the facade of an intelligent and sophisticated being, but deep down, even the most brilliant of tentacle beasts have that urge deep down within them. Their primal need is much more potent than that of any other creature. Every inch of their body is an erogenous zone, and the pressure that builds up within them requires release regularly.

Many of his kind get jobs in these fields. So, while he sits backstage, he lays back, relaxes, and turns off his mind.

His body twitches, the fluids pumping, his mind disappearing into the dark corners of his subconscious.

That's when he sniffs it out... a female, one he's had before... one that has proven to be fertile. He knows it... she's already carrying his spawn.

He must give her more!"

The crowd cheers as the tentacles erupt from behind. Those limbs wrap around Singularity's arms and legs, holding her down and feeling over every inch of her. He tastes the sweat and the pheromones just oozing out of her. It is a delicacy to know that a woman would come back to him for breeding. He wastes no time this time around, twirling two of his tentacles together into a pointed pillar of fucking. He thrusts it upwards, penetrating deep into her, feeling around inside, taking an image of her body.

There's a familiarity here. Jerrry's had her before. He's enjoyed her taste, her texture, and the sounds of her voice.

Her moans rise up, panting as she rocks her hips over his tentacles inside of her. He doesn't push too far upwards this time, knowing there is his offspring in there. In a celebration, he strokes across her cheeks, feeling the contours of her bones, tracing the shape of her body, and feeling something... something changing within him.

Unlike the other times that he's gone into autopilot, his id begins to fade away. His ego screams out from the darkness from which it recessed, shouting in a mix of emotions. He lashes upwards, grabbing the helmet upon her head.

Singularity gasps, pulling her hands from his grasp and grabbing onto the visor covering her identity. "The fuck are you doing?" she hisses, spinning around so the audience wouldn't see her speak.

Jerrry holds tightly to her, but not squeezing too tight. Hearing her voice, he freezes, holding her there for what seems like an eternity. He says nothing, but he instead tugs the visor upwards.

The glowing eyes underneath the visor widen. Singularity looks towards the tentacled horror that impregnated her. The thing that had been her first fuck on stage--it's... it's...

"J...Jerrry!?"

"T... Talrenda..." he huffs.

"What the fuck are you-" she gasps, he thrusts upwards into her, fucking her quickly. "Shhh..." he whispers, stroking her cheek. "We can't drop the show." He pushes the helmet back down over her, spinning her around, and tieing her up.

Her arms are tied behind her back, her legs are spread apart, her six breasts bounce with the rough fucking he's giving her. She gives up, her tongue rolling out, her screams getting louder and louder. It's time now for Talrenda to turn off her mind, to let herself fall into the dark abyss of sex and pleasure. After all, it's the only way to protect her brain from the insanity that this eldritch horror has brought upon her.

Not the insanity that she fucked her neighbor

Not the madness that he gave her children

But the insanity that she's enjoying this even more now that she knows the truth.