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Monsters come in all shapes and sizes. Some more humanoid than others. But even the ones that are furthest from human shape deserve love, right? They can be sexy too, in their own way.

Post your character. Note their monstrous traits (monster AUs more than welcome!) Reply to others. Get busy.

I'm not here to police how monstrous is monstrous enough, everybody just be chill and have fun.

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[ that same excited giggle again, a little wehihihi! of delight. ]

It's over here! Come on, Koutarou Suga, let's go see it.

[ she finally lets go, walking to lead the way. it's not very far - in fact, it's a closet he should know well enough by now from working here. a closet only he has the key to - janitor supplies and little else. ]

It's inside. Open it whenever you're ready!

[He is not expecting janitor supplies. He has no idea what the surprise might be or if it's even a good surprise. But waiting will just make him more nervous about it, so he opens the door.]

[ there

is

a

hole.

something has bored out the bottom of the closet. a perfectly smooth hole, a tunnel going down, down, down, farther than the eye can quite put together. a faint pink glow emanates from it, even this far up. how bright is it down there? how could it travel this far up?

she is standing behind him, and yet her voice feels stronger from the hole ahead. ]

We can finally meet face-to-face, Koutarou Suga. Isn't that wonderful?

[cool. cool cool cool]

That's - very exciting. But, um - if humans fall a long way, they usually get hurt?

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I know that, silly. [ nothing but fondness in her voice. ] I'll catch you! I'd carry you the whole way down, but it's difficult for me to reach the whole way up. I'm still tired from digging...

[Oh. Well then.

He really, really wants to turn around. But she said she wanted to see him, so she's going to see him, and he doesn't dare refuse now.

He takes a deep breath to steady his nerves - it only kind of helps - before jumping in.]

[ for a terrible moment, he is free-falling - accelerating, faster and faster into a hole with no end. and then a pink tendril rockets up, wrapping around him with a shocking gentleness. then another, and another, and another, each slowing his fall until it can't even rightfully be called a fall. ]

Shh. I'm here. I'm here.

[ she lowers him, further and further below. the glow grows, and grows, and grows - never too bright to look at, but more overwhelming nonetheless. a minute passes, and then two-

and then finally, deep underground, deeper than the layers of rock or dirt they pass through, the hole ends in a cavern and she sees him face to face.

she is immense. she is beyond immense. a glittering rose diamond, smooth and warm to the touch, extending to the horizon in every direction. she must be miles across. (now, more than ever, might make it clear exactly why they live in an enormous valley. it's a crater of her own making.) she lowers him onto her, the pink tendrils letting go even as they continue to touch and stroke his arms and head. ]

Hello, Koutarou Suga. [ she sounds... happy. so, so happy. ] I finally get to meet you like this.

[For a second some animal part of his brain thinks he's going to die, that she lied after all and would just let him fall until he hit something - and then she catches him. Brings him down to look at her.

He'd had an idea that she must not look like the body she projected, and at times he'd entertained a few thoughts about what she might look like - but he hadn't been prepared for the sheer size of her. She's bigger than any living creature could possibly be, with no need to obey the rules of Earth's biology and physics that prevent animals from growing beyond a certain size.

Hesitantly, he pats the crystal face. It seemed like the thing to do, since she keeps patting him.]

Wow.

[He doesn't really know what to say. Even he knows not to comment on a lady's size... as much as you can call her a lady...]

[ that same giggle echoes from all around him. one of the tendrils wriggles as he reaches down to pat her - delighted? upset? it's hard to tell, but she's not telling him to stop. ]

You're so cute... You're even cuter in person. [ a tendril of energy pools at her surface, rises up to look inquisitively at him. so that's how they work, is it? ] May I hug you? A real hug, this time.

[He blushes when she calls him cute. Despite everything, he can still be flustered by just that much.]

You can.

[It's nice that she's asking for permission, even if he still would be too scared to say no.]

Hooray!

[ a real hug, as it turns out, is a fair bit more invasive than suga might expect. tendrils form and grab at his ankles and wrists - gently, as gently as ever - before lowering him horizontally atop her. it's strange. she might be a rock, but the layer of energy between them makes her feel almost living, almost breathing. warm, soft - realer than her "hands" ever felt in the museum's basement.

she cradles him against her, dozens of tendrils forming and lying atop him. it is bizarre. it is alien. it is, unmistakably, a gesture of love. ]

[This sure is a hug. He's on top of her, surrounded by her, a warm and gentle embrace. It's strange and more than a little surreal, but it's definitely a hug.]

You're very pretty.

[He's always liked gemstones. And she's just a really big gemstone, in a way, right? So this is fine. He will make himself fine with this.]

[ there's a silence as he says that. not a cruel silence, not a shocked one - one tendril strokes at the back of his neck, gentle and reassuring - but a silence nonetheless. after a moment, she finally says: ]

Do you really think so?

[ humans don't often find things that aren't human pretty. the ones that do are chased away, thrown into cells. she understands that much. she has watched for a very long time, after all. ]

I really do. You're a very nice shade of pink, and you're very sparkly.

[He uses 'pretty' like how he would describe jewelry and not how he would think of a person as pretty, but it's something, isn't it? It's something.]

[ a soft, crystalline hum escapes the stone beneath him. it sounds like it could be any number of things: a purr, a contented sigh, a gentle pleased sound. ]

That's very sweet of you, Koutarou Suga. [ the tendrils constrict, ever so slightly - a gentle squeeze to show her appreciation. ] I think you're very pretty as well, you know. You're so small, and so delicate... and you say such kind things.

[ more tendrils wrap over him, legs and arms and torso. their grip is still gentle - so gentle he could push them off if he desired - but they leave no room for personal space. every square inch of him, every tender spot and erogenous zone... that pink energy rolls gently over it all. ]

The sound of your heart is so soft, but I can hear it above anyone else now. Isn't that wonderful?

[Oh. Of course she wouldn't have any concept of what places you don't touch in a hug. A soft gasp escapes him, a helpless whimper.]

Um, that's - u-um, that feels-

[He is absolutely not equipped to explain how that feels or why she should stop.]

[ ah. he wants to have sex with her, doesn't he? how adorable.

she knows what sex is, of course. she has lived here for thousands of years; she has been awake for hundreds. she has listened and watched as hundreds of thousands of people were born, grew, writhed and entangled, and died. she even knows the basic principles of it, by this point, a few people who stray just close enough for her senses to pick up fully: touch this, and rub that, and put this inside that hole. she is incapable of reproduction - at least, in a way these tiny humans would ever understand as such. but she is capable of pleasure, receiving it and giving it. ]

Koutarou Suga... [ it's not teasing in her voice. not quite. but it's the gentle condescension of something much larger than him, and it comes close enough anyway. ] Does it feel nice when I do this?

[ gently, with an astonishing precision, she finds each spot that makes him gasp and flinch and whimper. those are the spots that make him feel good, after all. she wants him to feel good. ]

[Oh. Oh no. He'd thought she must be doing it on accident, because how would she know any better, but no. She's doing it on purpose.

And - and it does feel good. He shakes in her grasp, soft moans escaping from his lips without his permission. It feels good, even if this wasn't at all what he had in mind. -Not that he had much in mind coming down here besides 'I hope I don't die', but-

Would anyone else touch him like this? Probably not, right?]

I-i-it does feel good. [His skin burns. It probably was a rhetorical question.]

[ that same soft giggle echoes. the pressure against him stays even, constant; gentle and persistent. ]

I'm glad. [ one tendril strokes his cheek. it's the same love as ever - it's only clear now just how all-encompassing that love might be. ] I want you to feel good. I want to make you feel good.

[ another tendril pools, slithers up to his face; it strokes at his lips, marveling at the softness. ]

[She isn't acting any differently from before, even if this is a light he never saw her in before this. This is just another part of her love for him, and that's... fine. This is fine. He's okay with this.

He opens his mouth and hesitantly sticks out his tongue. What would one of those tendrils taste like? Would she feel it, would it feel good for her? She's making him feel good, so he has to make her feel good too, right?]

[ the tendril brushes against suga's tongue - once, then twice - before gently slipping into his mouth. she doesn't move quickly, and she doesn't try to push; she just dips in and out, setting up a soft rhythm. that same contented sound thrums throughout the chamber once again; it tingles in his mouth, a soft little vibration. ]

You're so cute like this, Koutarou Suga... [ a bit of hesitation. she's never said things like this, after all. but it's what humans do, isn't it? so she adds, after a moment: ] ...you look really sexy right now. Did you know that?

[His tongue tingles where her tendril rubs against it. He whimpers again, ears burning at her words. Is he getting dirty talked by an eldritch being, is that what's happening here.

He wants to tell her to stop. But if he does that and she stops, then she'll think he was ungrateful for her being nice to him, and she won't say she loves him again. He does want that, even if he doesn't know how he feels about all the touching.]

Ah, ah, th-thank you... [Slightly slurred.]

[ he's so cute. he's so, so cute. she wants to keep him down with her forever, to hold him against her surface and hear his heart beat until this world breathes its last.

but she can't, and she knows it. so for now, she settles for eking as much sensation as she can from the first person to see her face to face. she rubs and strokes at his cock; tendrils coil, squeezing at his thighs and ass and sliding under his shirt. smaller tendrils rise, tracing along the shell of his ear with an almost wondrous softness. and that tendril in his mouth keeps pumping, in and out in an almost hypnotic rhythm.

anything for her friend. ]

[It's so much. He's never - nothing like this, of course, but he's barely touched anyone at all, and now all of this. He shudders in her grasp, his body twisting both into and away from the touches as he's overwhelmed.]

Please - please-

[He doesn't know what he's asking for. If he could vocalize it, she might listen to him, but he's unable to form the words.]

[ he's close to the edge. she can feel it in each buck of his hips, each little overwhelmed twist as he writhes inside her careful grasp. she wants to see him coast that final hill, so, so badly. ]

It's okay, Koutarou Suga. Shhh. It's okay.

[ and with that little reassurance, the tendril at his ear presses

all

the

way

in.

electricity and neurons meet tendrils and light. she snakes through each little crevasse, winding around and into suga's very being, and as she does she picks up each tiny little flare of his neurons. she can feel his own stimulation - how incredible! she can feel him, overwhelmed and stimulated and trying not to cum everywhere. how sweet! but she wants to see him cum now, and so she will. a tiny signal, a brief flare of information, and she floods his system with pleasure - a million tiny whispers, a million kisses, a million tight warmths enveloping him.

come for me, now. ]

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