Sorry about not posting the other day. I had a lot of shit going on. Here's the next story though. Enjoy.

Amethyst starts awake lying in her room. She looks around for the source of whatever woke her, but after a moment she shrugs it off. Just as she goes to lie back down, a faint noise catches her attention. She turns and see just the trace of a black tendril slinking away. [The Slinker! Oh no you don't.] Without a thought, the purple gem rushes off in chase.

Heading into the towers of trash, Amethyst summons her whip and glares around, looking for the sneaky monster. Without warning, the tendrils are surrounding her, pulling her whip from her hands and wrapping around her limbs. She struggles futilely against the monster, but goes still as one tendril wraps around her right breast.

"Hey! Get your dirty tendrils off of me!" She starts to struggle again as more tendrils slide over her body...and under her clothes. She shudders as one tendril slides down and through her pussy lips, and in shame she can't stifle the slight moan this motion caused. With a sudden flexing, the slinker rips her clothes from her form, leaving her bare.

Amethyst gasps in surprise and embarrassment as the tendrils move, some curling about her breasts and squeezing her nipples, others moving to slide between her moist pussy lips. She starts to breathe harder, her struggles dying out as she submits to the pleasure. She braces in anticipation as one tendril slips inside of her pussy, moving to plant itself deep inside of her. She sighs at the feeling of being filled more and more as the tendril thickens as it gets deeper.

Even as one tendril was filling her cunt, another made its move on her puckered anus, pressing inside roughly with no warning. Amethyst groans and bucks her hips as the tendrils take their places before beginning to piston in and out of her. Completely lost in the experience now, Amethyst starts to moan loudly, eyes rolling back in her head.

Amethyst coughs and chokes suddenly, her moans muffled by a tendril pressing past her lips and down her throat. Glad she doesn't need to breathe, Amethyst lets her body be used and taken by the Slinker, mind going white from pleasure.

Distantly, Amethyst can feel or sense the tendrils inside of her reaching further and further until meeting inside of her. She grunts and moans past the tendril muffling her before cumming hard, her muscles tensing and milking the tendrils. And they respond. Amethyst feels herself launched into a second, larger orgasm as the Slinker unloads its own mysterious jism into the purple gem.

Lost in absolute pleasure, she lets go and poofs, landing on the ground by the slinker.

Hours later, Amethyst reforms, stretching and looking around. She's back in her bed as if it never happened. But the feeling of those tendrils sticks with Amethyst, and as she looks out into the mess of her room she smiles. Maybe the Slinker isn't that much trouble after all...