Heather Finds Tentacles Part Two
#2 of Heather Finds A Shiny
Disclaimer: I take no responsibility for uh... Things I shouldn't take responsibility for... You know, disclaimer-y stuff.
Also, fair warning, this is A LOT of smut.
Contains: Tentacles, Oviposition, Lots of Butt Play, Soft Parasitism (Is that even a thing? It is now) Cervix Penetration, and Other-Tags-I-Can't-Be-Bothered-To-Think-Of-At-The-Moment.
Secondary Disclaimer: No dragon-girl butts were harmed in the making of this smut. (Ancillary Disclaimer: As far as you know, at least)
I mean it though, over five thousand words of smut.
Heather Finds Tentacles Part Two (Bonus Round)
Heather the half dragon unbuckled her pants and shimmied both her jeans and black panties down to her ankles. Just the tips of her shoes poked out from the rumpled fabric. The dragon girl had been flying when she had been struck by the urgent need to pee. There had been mostly open field bellow her but a few trees too. So she picked one and landed. She now squatted down behind her chosen oak. The soft blue thatch of pubic hair and pale petals of her pussy were exposed to the open air. It felt nice with the way the dragon girl held herself. The spread of her ankles and knees very gently pulled her vulva apart. A few blades of grass tickled her pink labia. She felt a certain naughtiness with the public nature of her act. A little horniness tickled her insides with arousal but she would take care of that later. She pulled the hem of her black tank-top up to clench it with her teeth, revealing the underside of her purple bra and set her hands on her knees. With a deep relaxing breath, Heather eased the muscle holding her bladder in check.
And she would have relieved herself right there had she not been dragged down a hole at the base of the tree.
Yanked down into the dark earth with her pants down was not a gratifying experience. The full bladder she had been about to empty tightened back up like a vice and her butt skidded through the dirt. Hidden beneath the bole of the tree was a root lined grotto of very generous size. It was so dark that even Heather's keen eyes could really only make out shapes. Namely the shape of the mass of tentacles that reached out towards her and the two that were responsible for pulling her down to the cave by her ankles. In a few seconds she was so bound up she could hardly move an inch.
Oh no, not again.
At least they did not rip off her clothes. Not that they needed too with her ass bare. These tentacles varied widely in diameter, but were fairly uniform otherwise. Their spotted grey flesh smooth and their tips blunt. They had more than enough strength to restrain the struggling dragon girl however. Heather squeaked as a thick tentacle wrapped around her tail and lifted it, exposing her sex and rosebud beneath. Several thin tendrils came and bared her rump further, pulling her cheeks apart. She squirmed and kicked as tentacles forced her to spread further, completely exposing her delicates. Another pair brought her wrists crossed beneath her tail, about a foot up from the base and spread something tacky on her skin and scales. In seconds it had hardened and Heather could not free her hands or lower her tail. With her hands, tail, and ankle bound, she was almost frog tied. Not even the tip of her flexible appendage could reach her own privates anymore with how she was stuck.
Another tentacle from the creature creamed warm fluid over her backside, making her all slippery. It focused the spray particularly over her tailhole. When she was well lubed, another came and started pressing against her tight pucker. Her protests were completely ignored. The tentacle was pretty thin and not wholly uncomfortable, little thicker than two of her fingers. Making her wiggle all the harder as it pushed in, feeling her ring of muscle being opened by the blunt head of it and forced to take more and more of the soft, slippery thing. Although it did not fuck her ass exactly, moving only a few inches in, it did undulate continuously. Her sensitive hole was pleasantly aroused by the motion.
Then she really started to move when the creature pushed an abrupt spurt of fluid down the tentacle that was slithering deliciously under her tail. She felt a small bulge travel down it, past her butt, into her. Her eyes widened as copious amounts of almost hot fluid started being pumped into her. The tentacle stuffed in her ass pulsed in time as more and more of the thick, almost syrupy stuff flooded into her warm insides. It went on and on, a feeling of fullness quickly becoming uncomfortable as her poor backside became swollen with the volume. For several agonizing minutes the tentacle painted her bowels with sap, moving deeper as it did so. The discharge was warm, melting her resistance and relaxing her muscles. Yet, even as her deliciously heated bowels loosened, a roiling series of contractions gripped her abdomen.
Seemingly satisfied with Heather's new contents, the thick appendage started to slide back out. She moaned while the tentacles' many inches scraped her hole. It took almost a whole foot before it popped free. Each second her insides strained harder and Heather was rocked by powerful, rippling cramps. The liquid inside her actually contained a very special irritant, much like glycerol, encouraging her to retain the secretion and then expel it. She panted, and then squeezed, feeling all of the fluid rush out of her ass in one long contraction. She wiggled and moaned even more as it almost left an emptiness, but a decided satisfaction inside her. The poor dragon girl's ring clenched several times with the leftover effects of the fluid. Then, more tentacles grasped her legs and lifted her bodily above the biggest one she had seen yet, phallic and covered in thick knobs. It poised just below her strained and clenching tailhole. Her protests went unheeded as she was lowered slowly onto it. The first knob alone made her dizzy at thinking of it fitting in her tight pucker with the thicker ones a little over two inches in diameter. Her slightly gaping asshole gave little resistance at first and then sank ever so slowly down. The huge tentacle began to wiggle back and forth, trying to force itself in. Fortunately for Heather, her tail hole had been loosened and was slick with lube and was just able to accommodate the brutal thing. Each knob making her butt expand and contract even while her insides still felt the effects of the irritant. When knurled tentacle was a good six knobs into her, it started to fuck. Well, it didn't fuck her so much as the tentacles holding her dragged her up and down its girth. Her butt spasmed, the stimulation rocking her senses with its intensity. Even as her bowels tried to involuntarily force out the intruder, the tentacle was pushed in against the muscles trying to expel it.
Heather felt good. She felt amazing. Her butt had never been played with as long or like what she was experiencing. Her pussy ached for attention. She could not touch it and no tentacle had gone for her sex yet. Her labia was turning a lovely pink as blood flowed to her nethers. A definite need started twisting her loins. As her butt loosened, the tentacles picked up speed and she was soon bouncing up and down on the pillar of flesh. Heather's clit jolted as each of the rounded ribs penetrated her. The dragon girl's asshole was violated for several minutes before the knobby one ejaculated. But this one did not cum the fluid, rather, four billiard ball sized eggs traveled down its girth. She felt each lump and the spurt of extra thick juice that went with it. Then she was dragged off this tentacle too, and mercifully allowed to rest a little. She groaned as a last spasm forced one of the spheres out of her tailhole.
This was just a warmup though as the tentacles around her ankles picked her up once more, turning her so that her butt was downward, her ass spread apart and vulnerable to whatever else the thing wanted to do to her. There was a large, oblong shaped object on the floor. It looked like a boulder but had a large pair of knobs, a smaller atop the larger. It was this that the tentacles dragged her to and set her slowly on top of. This time she was in a full frog tie position because the tendrils set Heather with tangled ankles behind her on the stone. Once again something entered her ass thankfully not as thick as the last tentacle. She could feel it slide past her raw tailhole. Until finally she rested flush with the body of the stone, the oblong body clenched between her knees and her rosebud stretched around the tapered base of the two knobs. She felt so full! Her neglected sex felt tender and flowed with juices. She tried to wiggle free but was unable to find the leverage. She had to sit there, panting, feeling the root of the thing rub against her ass cheeks.
But it was no inert rock that sat below her.
The horny dragoness wanted something, anything, to fuck her pussy. She fantasized about how maybe a tentacle would come and wiggle its way past her puffy cuntlips. Something for her to enjoy her sex clamped around. The vulgar thoughts sent waves of pleasure that made her tailhole tighten and clench around its invader. Although the tendrils left alone for the most part after that, the deviously salacious assault of her body was not over. Her eyes opened wide in shock as the bulb in her butt opened. The thick knobs unfurled petal-like, making her very delicate insides helplessly vulnerable to whatever was inside the large pod. She felt a lot of pressure on both sides of her tailhole as the bulb bloomed and her weight bore her down onto the pod. Because of how heavy they were, the eggs sank down inside her. She felt them move into the petals of the plug in her butt and clenched, bearing down against the objects. Slowly, Heather managed to force one, then two, then all three through into the pod below her. She felt each one expand the relatively thin stem her tailhole was wrapped around.
If she had not already been filled and emptied, she would have found the whole experience quite uncomfortable. Something did indeed stirred in the pod, roused by the specially tailored eggs, its way clear into the warm half-mammal above. An independent seedling tentacle, over seven inches in circumference and nearly two feet long, moved towards the opening and the heat it sensed beyond. Heather was utterly exposed with her rosebud stretched by the blooming bulb. Although she could not see it, she felt the slithering in the pod beneath her and tried vainly to wiggle free. Her butt though, trapped as it was on the girthy stem, meant she was stuck on the mother of all butt plugs. Sliding upwards, the slightly more slender head of the tentacle probed at the opening of the stem. Even thick as the passage was, the tentacle was thicker still and had to stretch Heather's tailhole open further. Biting a lip to keep from crying out, the half-dragon tried to clench her ass to prevent the profaning of her delicates. But the muscle was too distended to do anything other than twinge a little. Penetrating the stem and Heather, the muscled head of the tentacle emerged from the bulb like the stigma of a flower. She had never taken something so big in the ass before and was stuck between fright and the pheromone laced dew leaking from her cunt. The head of the tentacle curled to pull more of itself inside and Heather felt the slippery thing touch her for the first time. With corkscrewing undulation, the engorged seedling tentacle made its way deeper into hot, yielding flesh. Along with the nutrient rich sap, the tentacle's girth expanded the half-dragon's bowels. A wriggling bulge could be seen on Heather's abdomen as the tentacle thrust deeper and harder. The dragon girl was getting the most unique ass-fucking of a lifetime and could not even rub her swollen pussy for release.
As the tentacle uncoiled from inside the pod, slithering and squirming, it nudged places deeper than Heather was entirely comfortable with being grazed. The thing moved slowly though, dragging itself with indecent leisure. The tip prodded her vulnerable passage, feeling where her butt was open and continuing up into the poor girl. Sightlessly it snaked through her bowels until it could go no further, blocked by the entrance guarding her furthest insides. The girthy snake-like thing pulled itself so a few coils were bunched up in the petals of the bulb. Heather felt it strain her lower tummy uncomfortably taut with its bulk. It rubbed a place very deep inside Heather. The tentacle seedling excreted a natural muscle relaxer. Reluctantly, a hole of Heather's that had never been violated, opened. Which allowed it to penetrate her inner sphincter and wiggle into her lower intestine painlessly and without damage. An onslaught of sensations filled Heather's ill-prepared bottom. She loved anal sex, that was true, but this was just too much. It felt good... but it felt dirty, and depraved too. Only many toe-clenching thrusts and pulls later was all two feet of the tentacle entrenched in her deliciously defiled depths. The seedling was actually quite a tease, pushing right up against the thin wall between her two holes, rubbing her g-spot and giving Heather many little brushes with heaven. Yet once settled, it moved no more.
Heather's pussy throbbed with distress, not from abuse, but from inattention. Her own nectar dripped from her own flower down her butt because of how horny she was. The dragon girl wiggled her rump on the stem of the pod to try and get some more stimulation. To her delight, if she rocked herself forward and backward, she could get the thick lower bulb that stretched her insides so wide to actually grind against her g-spot all the way through her cunt's walls. And she could definitely feel the seedling far inside her as inner muscles clamped on that too while she pushed. So she swayed and quivered, moaning as the knot pushed into her lewd pleasure point. Just as she built up a good rhythm, the pod tipped over.
"Woah! Wagh!" Heather cried as she overbalanced and could do nothing as her front fell indignantly forward. Fortunately for the sake of her tits and face, she landed on a soft, spongy mat of inactive tendrils. Unfortunately for her dignity, because the pod had been on a small pedestal and the edge of it still there, she was left in quite the compromising position. Her feet and legs were trapped almost three feet above her head because of her pants and black undies acting like ropes around her ankles. Her hands and tail were still glued behind her back so her whole front was at more than a forty-five degree angle. She moaned at the sensation of the heavy tentacle shifting inside her as her bowels adjusted to the new places its weight sat. Sighing in frustration as her cheeks burned in embarrassment, Heather felt her orgasm die away. She would have murdered right then to push her swollen clitoris against something. Because of the pod between her legs though, there was nothing she could reach. And because her wrists were bound bellow and to her tail, she could not even use her flexible appendage. Frustrated, she clenched her butt and moved as much as she was able. The half dragon raised her head in surprise when she felt liquid squirt into her bowels. Yet, her clenching tailhole put pressure on her deeply hidden g-spot like her back and forth motion had.
"Ngh!" Heather groaned as she clamped the bulb against her erogenous zone. Again, a spurt of liquid filled her. But Heather was beyond caring. She pressed her face down into the soft mat and repeated the action. Bucking her hips back and forth vainly, she milked the stem of the pod. Heather's ass nursed on the pod like a bottle, her anal ring suckling fluid from from it with each pull. Powerful internal muscles drank the sap from the container tilted down into the dragon girl's butt with each contraction. The thick feeling of the liquid sloshing in her lower belly quickly became pleasing. Her stomach distended a little because she was able to hold more as her body adapted to the volume of sap due to the fact she had been filled and emptied so much. Even so, because of her need to orgasm, she soon brimmed herself up to capacity, feeling like she was going to burst. The dragon girl had to stop and clench her abdominals, forcing her overflowing insides to reverse the stream and sluggishly gushed the thick elixir back into the pod. Even though pushing the liquid out did not press the bulb as hard against her pleasure point, the viscous solution sloshing between her butt and the pod provided plenty of stimulation. With her bowels unburdened a little, she resumed milking the stem with her tailhole. Thankfully her orgasm came quick. Strands of arousal hung lewdly from her neglected pussy. Heather whimpered and thrust her sex against a non-existent cock as every inch of her insides roiled with the force of her climax. Screaming in frustration during her peak as she realized the orgasm just made her want more, she bit down on one of the soft tendrils. The voluptuous girl rode out her finish against the object stretching her butt. She was left panting in aggrieved afterglow. Cumming though, meant that her insides were no longer clenched and a slow stream of sap leaked through the stem from the pod into Heather.
Collapsing in on itself, the bulb furled its petals and closed the stem, bottling the dragon girl up tight. A chunk of the top of the pod broke off, leaving the flower of the pod with a base. Falling forward, the mat of tendrils came alive and whisked Heather up and away, out of the grotto before she could say 'Anal Fixation'. Heather was ejected from the cave in an undignified heap. Behind her the ground collapsed in on itself, leaving no trace beneath the bole of the tree. Crawling away on her hands and knees, she put some good distance between herself and the oak. When she felt it was safe to do so, she reached back, grasped the base of the stem and carefully eased the bulb out of herself. The dragon girl tugged and felt the pressure build until it popped free like a cork.
Her very sore and very abused tailhole gaped lewdly wide, no longer the tight rosebud it once was. Sap drooled from her poor hole, no longer plugged. As exhausted as she was, Heather had something huge and foreign lodged in her intestines that needed to be removed. Reaching back with a hand, she scooped up some of the slippery liquid leaking from her butt and slipped a finger in her own back entrance to try and grab the thing. She hardly felt a single finger in her ass, so dilated the opening was. Even though the muscles deep inside were very tired, she pushed and clenched and sensed the tentacle slide towards her tailhole as far as she could strain it. She felt around and thought she brushed the end of the tentacle's tail but could not hook a claw into it for grip. Drawing her fingers back out, she curled her tail and slid the tip through her molested hole. Inch after inch, thicker and thicker she plunged her flexible scaly tail into her ass. With both hands she shoved and pushed and got her tail deep enough. Slowly, feeling every little motion of her tail as the muscle pulled and her insides stretched, feeling her warm insides press around the soft scales. Trying to grab it softly did not provide enough grip to pull, but gripping too tightly slipped the tentacle from her grasp. She tried yanking and tried displacing it. Her tail and the tentacle were just too smooth. Reluctantly, the dragon girl pulled her tail back, the soft scales feeling almost as good going out as going in. There was only one thing left to try.
So Heather inserted two fingers right up to her third knuckle and pressed hard. Still out of reach she tried three, then four digits. Even still, the penetration hardly registered to the over-stimulated nerves of her pucker. Moaning in frustration, Heather spread the thick gel over her whole hand and formed a cone with her fingers. Even though her ass was incredibly loose, it still took a little coaxing for her to get her knuckles past her tailhole. With a whine, Heather let her fist sink all the way to the wrist into her own squishy insides. At last deep enough, she made a grab for the tentacle with its head in her intestines. The thing almost slipped away again. Its surface was slick and rubbery. Heather had to arch her back to reach deeper, bending her tail almost to her horns in an arc of vertebrae. Knowing she had to sink her claws into the tentacle, Heather shoved herself forearm deep. With near back-breaking effort, the half-dragon sank her sharp finger tips into the elastic skin of the tentacle. Groaning at the strain on her joints and butt at being half-way to the elbow in her own ass, Heather started drawing the intruding tentacle out. The poor dragoness feared the thing might have sunk teeth or something into her. Nothing indicated teeth or hooks even though the thick snake-like creature did not come out easily. However, she did feel a very real and admittedly pleasurable drag deep inside. She pulled until she was once again only wrist deep and took a brief rest for her contorted body.
With near herculean effort, she drew her hand out. Both the tentacle and Heather's claw dripped sap as at last, the end of the seedling was out of her. At least the spongy flesh was smooth and glided smoothly if not easy. Heather tugged and gradually eased the thing free of her intestines. In addition to pulling, she beared down to aid her expulsion of the parasite. When she got it far enough the weight of the tentacle and the lubricating nature of the thick sap made the rest of the thing slip out all at once. Heather gasped at the sudden feeling of emptiness inside her. The firm yet flexible tentacle fell to the ground with a wet plop. Finally unplugged once again, the rest of the sap and other fluids gushed weakly from her backside.
Heather panted on her stomach for a while, feeling the whole underside of her molested tail throb and continue to leak. Eventually she worked up the energy to push herself back onto her knees. Even though her insides were weak and tired, it felt good to push. She took a small breath and emptied herself out the rest of the way. The congealing sap poured out thickly. The cooling liquid flowing over her tender parts was nice. And the pleasure of expelling both the tentacle and fluid was sinfully delightful. After three liters of the stuff, Heather was left empty, but extremely satisfied.
Looking down, she identified the tentacle and breathed a sigh of relief.
It was not some horrible, flesh eating, blood drinking parasite as she feared, but a relatively harmless species of plant. Although still parasitic, the thing was more akin to a common intestinal parasite. The tentacle was in many ways, a seed. Within it was the nascent form of the creature that had just finished molesting her. It was in fact a plant. Well, fungus technically. Just like bur-bearing plants latch their seeds onto the fur of animals, this incredibly rare species would insert a special seedling into some handy orifice of whatever animal happened to pass close enough along. The tentacle would grow a little and feed on the excess nutrients and waste of the host for a few weeks before releasing a special irritant that would agitate the bowels and force the host to expel the seedling. Being subterranean in nature, the seedling then burrowed into the ground with its stored up energy and began new life in the more traditional manner with soil and rock. And thus the species was able to propagate itself.
What a lot of people did not know was that the seedlings were worth their weight in gold for their dietary properties. And Heather loved gold. Although a little invasive, the seedlings were completely harmless and after their gestation cycle in a normal adult host of average humanoid size the person in question could eat whatever they wanted and lose between fifteen and fifty pounds depending. It also encouraged metabolism so the weight stayed off. Because the species was incredibly rare and impossible to cultivate inside a lab or greenhouse, the little tentacle was actually worth its weight in platinum and precious jewels. And Heather loved those two things almost more than she loved gold.
But, the seedling had to stay warm to remain viable. Thankfully it was easy to transfer the tentacle to another host. Hunters of the plant had to incubate the sprout in their own bodies after all.
"You just had to be valuable, didn't you, ya pain in my ass." Heather griped before squatting down and grasping the seedling in both hands. Although she tried to stuff the limp thing back into her rear, the thick tendril just did not seem to want to go back in. Neither the tentacle nor her butt cooperated. The curvy dragon girl needed a better angle. So she found a young tree and scooted herself up against it. Then she lifted herself up, holding the tentacle to her bosom to keep it warm. With her tail around the sapling she shimmied her rear end high into the air. With her body scrunched into an arch once again, this time aimed towards the air, she hoped gravity would help do some of the work.
With the added elevation, her privates caught a nice warm breeze. Bending, she planted her feet on the ground on either side of her head. If she straightened her back, the dragon girl would be doing more of a headstand than an exotic sex position. Once again she grabbed the slippery tentacle and tried working it into her stretched back hole. She could get the first couple inches in, but then she would lose her grip because of how soft and flexible it was and her tailhole would tighten a little and push out what little progress she had made. Exasperated, she needed time to think and keep the damn thing warm so she did the next best thing and thrust the phallic plant into her needy cunt. She scraped a layer of sap off the thing for the sake of cleanliness. Her pussy had been nagging at her almost the whole time to have something, anything, stuffed inside. Even though the thing was almost larger than any male she had ever mated, the girl's greedy sex eagerly took both girth, and length. Her clenching sex gripped the invader tightly, yet inch after inch of tentacle slid into her upturned chalice. Even loose, pussy was a lot easier to penetrate than tailhole. The seedling sank into her much warmer hole until it could go no further, touching the back of her tunnel. A little over half of the tentacle sprouted from her girly dragon parts like a second tail. Revived by Heather's inner heat, the tentacle writhed in renewed intensity. Heather's hand went immediately to her inflamed nub, and came almost on contact.
She rode out one climax only to crest the rise to another. After such long, arduous foreplay, she could not keep her fingers away from her love button. With two digits she pulled back the hood while a third pressed hard and rubbed harder. She tensed, almost straightening her back and feeling her calves cramp a little. Heather actually squirted, a burst of cum hitting her shirt while the rest leaked down her middle. The dragon girl orgasmed for quite a while, riding the edge of one into another into another until she settled back, breasts heaving with exertion.
What Heather did not know was that the seedling sensed another passage. Following its programmed response the slimy thing released its special relaxant, squirting the chemical on her cervix. The impossibly tight opening actually dilated. Her secret depths lay exposed. Almost before the inner passage could take it, the tentacle started penetrating. Heather meeped at the unexpected violation as she felt something very strange and ungodly pleasurable. At first she just figured the seedling was sinking a little farther into happily stretched womanhood. Knowing its goal was close, the tentacle repeated its special corkscrewing motion and slid wholesale into Heather's uterus. Her cervix became just another hole to fuck as it violated her innermost depths. It was easy with how her womb was tilted so invitingly upwards. Heather had not noticed the initial invasion of her girliest bits because of how good the soft muscular length felt writhing around in her love tunnel. She noticed though, when the tip brushed the back of her womb and she felt girth bigger than a lot of male knots intruding through a passage only meant for eggs. Confused as all hell, she hesitated just long enough to watch the tip of the tentacle's tail slip past the lips of her vulva. In shock, she put a hand to her pussy and slipped a finger into her wetness but found no trace of the seedling. She did however, feel it twist and churn her insides as it sank its entire body past her cervix into her egg chamber. There was a noticeable swell of her belly, like she had at least one virile dragon baby nesting in her chalice. The tentacle curled happily in its hosts very warm, fertile lacuna.
She unwrapped her tail from around the tree and stood quickly, not a little concerned about the new resident of her pussy.
"Dammit. Bad tentacle. Get out of there."
Fortunately again, she need not have worried because her cervix, once dilated, was not easily closed and lacked the retention her tailhole did. The back end of the tentacle began sliding back out once Heather was standing and she actually had to cup her own mound to keep the whole thing from slipping back out again. Her cunt seemed to be the only thing she could use to keep the tentacle warm enough so she would have to make do. Her tail was too thick to keep between her legs and walk or fly so she had to try something else. She got a few large leaves to act like a pad and held the end of the tentacle inside herself while she shimmied her underwear up. With the elastic band around her waist and the crotch comfortably snug against the foliage. Even that was not enough though because if she took away her hand the tentacle's weight would make it slide out if she stood. So she lay back on the ground and slid her pants up, tilting her pelvis back to get them on the rest of the way. Standing back up, she pulled her jeans a few inches farther than she normally would have, giving herself a leafy wedgie in the process. She buckled her belt tight and at last had enough support to keep the seedling wedged in her pussy even when standing upright. Heather patted the taut swell of her stomach.
Content that her little money maker was not going anywhere, she walked awkwardly out from under the trees to the open air so she could fly. Pussy, cervix, and womb stuffed full of gold in the making, Heather was happy.
At least... until the dragon girl realized she still had to pee.
Haha. Completely without intention... this story has a letter... That letter, gentle reader, is D, for Devious. I kind of ran through some of my favorite kinks with this one, and I rather like it. Kinks, kinks for everybody! If I give at least one person a new fetish after this... mission accomplished. Even though, this story has come the closest, I still can't justify the Never Seen Sex Act. What do you guys think?
Until then, remember, beauty is in the eye of the tentacle monster.
(Edit: Wrong folder. Oops!)