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The gartak is out of the bag now. Talrenda and Jerrry, two neighbors who had a healthy disdain for one another, soon realize that they were the partner in the erotic breeding dance at their place of work. Not only was the mask of anonymity ripped right from them, but it happened right in the middle of a particularly stunning routine.

As Jerrry's tentacles latch tightly around her wrists and ankles, Talrenda attempts to make some kind of sense out of the reaction in her body. She's so wet, that she's practically a faucet between her legs, feeling that penetrating mass of tentacles push up towards her cervix without penetration. After all, she is already knocked up—knocked up by Jerrry himself.

She falls forward, her breasts swinging, her tongue dangling free from her mouth, one eye half-closed, and both in a haze of lust. She wants to make this entirely transactional, but her body betrays her. This isn't just dancing for her. Being fucked, being held, being pregnant in front of all of these people—this is bringing her a sense of excitement she had never felt, nor would she have found, if she weren't so desperately in debt.

Jerrry's tentacles hold onto her extremities and clasp around her neck, his form looming over her back in a mass of writhing and excreting flesh. He grabs hold of all of her tits, those wondrous orbs of fat, and twirls and squeezes over them, practically milking her, though she's not yet ready to produce any of that fluid.

She groans, already sensitive there without the milk. Jerrry's tentacles flick at each of her nipples at different speeds and intensities, making her shudder underneath of him. She can no longer hold onto him, and she falls upon her knees, becoming little more than an animal underneath his power.

“It's not too much?" he asks, whispering into her ear. “I want them to think this is real."

“I… it is f… fucking real!" she growls, her head down, gritting her teeth. “I'm… I'm… a breeder, now, ya d-dork!"

“Such language," he growls. “I was trying to be nice, but I guess you're asking for this!"

“What if I am?" she chuckles, only to have her next words cut off as two more tentacles shove their way past her lips. His appendages bulge, the tips opening like petals and shooting off a milky substance down her throat.

Talrenda coughs, gulping down large quantities of tentacle discharge, the white goo dribbling down her chin, but she grabs hold of those tentacles down her throat and gives them each long, pumping strokes, urging out a little bit more of the stuff to swallow it all.

Jerrry groans, more tentacles stroking down along her back now, taking a journey down along her crack and tickling at the other hole of her body.

Talrenda gasps, falling forward, coughing up copious amounts of tentacle cum onto the dance floor.

The tentacle around her neck pushes up against her chin, forcing her to look out towards the stage. “Look at them," Jerrry growls. “They know you're a real slut on stage, but only I know who you really are off stage."

Another tentacle slides its way up along her leg. It rides along the trail of the penetrating ones and finding its way to flick along her clitoris. She grunts, pushing her hips forward, but he grabs onto her waist, keeping her immobilized, unable to pleasure herself outside of his will. “You're going to go home after this… and you're going to think about the next time we will do this together. No one can resist my touch for long."

“A… are you…. Ngnnngh…. Are you using… some spell or… or poison?"

“Nah…" he chuckles, giving her a quick and tiny slap on the buttcheek. “I'm just that good, baby."

After that quick cessation, he lets go of her hips, allowing her to rut against his makeshift pole. She growls out like an animal in heat because that's all she is now, sweating and spilling and drooling all over him, turning this dance and this tentacle insertion into a scene of a sex-crazed maniac fucking a writhing pile of flesh. There's just too much going on here that Jerrry can't hold back. She screams, her walls contracting around him, and, at the same time, he lets out a fourth-dimensional shout that breaks through to her very core, reverberating off of her ribcage and beating into her heart. A moment later, every single one of his tentacles erupts into an explosion of high-pressure splooge, arms whipping around and covering the stage, his partner, and the audience in a coating of cum.

Jerrry falls back into a deflated pile, and Talrenda falls onto her stomach, her cheek against the cum-soaked floor, clarity leaving her mind, and soon, her consciousness wavers.

“You did wonderful out there!" Flarko shouts, whizzing back and forth around the showers. Inside, Talrenda just lets the water go over her body, but she's covered in such a thick layer that slowly slops off of her, she's been at it for twenty minutes of his excited banter. “I don't know what you and the other guy had going on, but that shit was hot as a supernova!"

Talrenda shuts the water off and sighs, resigning to the fact that she'll probably be coated in tentacle slime for at least another day. She steps out, wrapped in a towel, two hands holding it up as the other two wrap her hair up in another one. “No real secret, except we actually tried some communication on the floor."

“Yowza, really?" Flarko stops a moment, pacing back and forth, “But the audience wants a surprise. The audience wants a raw animal fucking. You can't be talking to your partners and get the same result."

“We didn't get the same result, though," Talrenda says, a smile on her slime-covered lips. “I'd say that tonight was a bigger success… and I think that more than covers the quota for that bonus you promised me…"

The tube transport to home is a long and lonely one for the tentacle beast. Jerrry couldn't keep the senses of the stripper out of his own mind. The animal fucking they did was something out of this or any other world in this galaxy, and yet, he has to come home where she lives right next door.

The stars shine brightly when his condensed form is spat out of the tube system. And while he hopes to just slink right back into his home, he cannot afford that luxury, because sitting there in a hoodie and shorts is Talrenda.

The humanoid woman has a smoke stick in her lips. Two of her hands support herself as she leans back. The last wraps around her stomach. Even though his arrival is not quiet, she does not look at him.

“T… Talrenda…" Jerrry says, scooting up towards his door. “Good… er, morning."

She pulls her stick from her lips and flicks it away. Pushing herself up, she sticks her hands in her hoodie pocket and sighs. “Jerrry…"

“So… long day at work?" His laugh rolls in a non-euclidean rhythm, though it is filled with nerves.

“You're an ass. You know that?" Talrenda says, pulling her hood down and walking up to the fence. She grips the pickets and leans over it, her eyes narrowing. They are red and slightly puffy.

“What? Do you think I knew it was you? I thought you were above such work. I didn't even realize Singularity was the same race as you. It didn't even click in my mind that you'd be like that." He burbles, his tentacles waving in the air.

“Like what?" she asks two hands now on her hips. She taps her foot, looking for an answer from her neighbor.

“So tied to your physical form and its needs," he says, an air of honesty upon his voice.

She sighs and turns around, leaning against the fence, crossing one leg over the other. “I'm fuckin' broke, Jerrry. My degree isn't worth a pile of Cantha shit, and I got a bonus for getting knocked up. It's a bonus I can get if I terminate and go for another impregnation scene." She says this, looking over her shoulder. “You know what that means."

Jerrry rubs the fence. “Yes… I signed a waiver, myself. If I impregnated anyone, I would be absolved of any commitment to them. It's all up to the woman to decide if she wants to raise the spawn. Have you… made a decision on that?"

“I can't raise a kid on my own," Talrenda says, placing a hand upon her stomach. She pulls out her pack of smoke sticks, running her thumb over the box. “I'm not the single mother type. Plus… the kid would ask why it looks like my asshole neighbor."

“You know, I'm not such an asshole to people who aren't assholes to me," Jerrry responds. “But, let's cut to the point of all this. You wouldn't be talking to me unless you had something to say to me. What is it? What do you want?"

Talrenda crushes the box, throwing it across the lawn. She then hops over the fence. Jerrry slides back, holding tentacles up defensively in front of himself.

Talrenda lands on the lawn in front of him. Two hands move down, grabbing her hoodie and she pulls it right up over her, exposing herself right to him in the dawning sun. Out here and not dolled up for the performance, she has an entirely different, a more accurate, look to her. Her breasts swell with the first lingering hints of milk, and her stomach rolls with the bump of motherhood.

Jerrry lowers his tentacles, letting out a confused gurgle.

HOlding her hoodie in one hand, Talrenda holds her other hands out towards him. “I can't stand it anymore, Jerrry. I hated you, but… but I need you. You did something to me, and I can't stop thinking about you. It's your damn alien anatomy, turning me into a baby-making machine. What control have you put on me."

“Damn, girl!" he snaps, sliding up to her and yanking the hoodie from her. He places it up in front of her to cover her shame. “I didn't do anything to you that you don't want for yourself. You realize that, right? There's no secret drug that makes you want to fuck me all the time. My sperm doesn't change your biology. It's all you."

She huffs at that, grabbing the tentacle with the hoodie, squeezing him. “Fuck you for doing this to me."

“Fuck you for accusing me of indoctrinating you."

“Fuck you for being so passionate!"

“Fuck you for being so cute!"

“Fuck…" she sighs, falling over into his mass. “Fuck me…, Jerrry. Here… now. I can't stand to be without you and… and I want you to fill me every night and give me children and make me feel like myself for the first and only time…"

Part of Jerrry tells him to run. “You don't stick your pods into crazy," his bar buddies often tell him, but he flashes back to all the conversations he and Talrenda have had. He remembers the arguments they have. He remembers feeling proud when she got her degree. He remembers that time she called his friend when he locked himself out of his house.

“You're nuts," he says, but his tentacles wrap around her, blocking her from view, coiling up around her thighs and invading up under her shorts. “But then again, that's kinda what we eldritch abominations do to people."

She presses her lips up against his center, giving him a kiss. He pets the back of her head, cooing gently.

“Come on inside," he says, whispering to her. “I don't want to get arrested."

“You pussy," she says, giggling.

“Fuck you," he responds.

“And fuck you too," she sighs, feeling his tentacles penetrating her once more, this time, with their defensive walls gone. Truly together for the first time.