A/N: Tadah~ One of the other lewd series I've been working on; a tentacle one. The whole premise being that various Ship-Girls get consensually lewded by tentacles; got five chapters already done including this one. Chapter 2: Ise, Chapter 3: Brooklyn, Chapter 4: Juneau, and Chapter 5: Helena~
Uploads will be whenever; no set schedule for it, either. The length of these chapters also varies; such as this one which is on the shorter end at 2.5k, though others are more along the lines of the 3k-3.5k words. Slightly shorter than the average fic, though in part that's due to less plot being required~
That aside, do enjoy~
Box of Wonders
Chapter 1: Arizona
Summer had a steady hold over the Naval Base; the sweltering heat that languished over much of the land relieved by the cool sea breeze, leaving the air just cool enough to be relaxing but warm enough to make walking around in a thin shirt – or even less – pleasant.
Arizona wouldn't know, as she was currently hidden away within the confines of Akashi's workshop, getting her rigging fixed after an overzealous spar against Ise. The Battleship didn't hold it against her Sakura counterpart naturally; she understood it was just overexcitement that caused one of her turrets to be smashed by Ise's naginata. Small mercies Ise hadn't hit her directly, otherwise Penny might have blown her top.
Though last she saw of the two, Ise was chuckling sheepishly and backing away from a smiling Penny, so perhaps the wolf-girl had already met her end.
''Haah...'' Arizona sighed at the thought. She made a mental note to bring some chocolates over to Ise as an apology for whatever Penny did. ''How much longer, Akashi?''
''Nyat long.'' The cat-girl responded, whacking her rigging turret with a wrench. ''Hm... she cut through a lot of the machinery... how she missed the ammo though, nya...''
''Guess I'm a little lucky today.'' Arizona just smiled lightly.
Akashi hummed ambivalently, hopping off the stool she was stood on. ''Hn. Either way I'll have to go down to the docks to get some spare parts, nya.''
''Um, I could come with-''
''Nyo!'' The cat-girl immediately shut down. ''I can't leave my store unattended, nya!''
''Oh, um, okay...'' Arizona was a little surprised at how fast Akashi retorted.
The cat in question huffed, meandering over to one of her work tables and rummaging around – soon pulling out a key card and throwing it over at her. ''Take this and wait in the other room. Don't touch anything and make sure nobody else enters, got it?''
Arizona looked at the simple white key-card dubiously. ''Okay... what's in the room?''
''Something I'm working on.'' The cat-girl dismissively waved. ''Just don't touch anything.''
Arizona opened her mouth to speak but Akashi was already on her way out, muttering a list of things to grab before pressing the handprint scanner next to the entrance, the door opening with a sharp hiss and allowing Akashi to depart, the door thudding shut behind her.
Without the cat-girl's presence Arizona found herself squirming slightly, looking around. Akashi's workshop was far from pleasant, with greyish walls and tables full of mechanical objects, tools, and electrical outlets. Cables hung from the ceiling and wove through the walls in makeshift holes, only the bare-minimum safety precautions taken to stop everything from catching ablaze from a single stray spark.
Doing as asked Arizona shuffled past the tables, de-summoning her rigging in the process and shyly glancing about, unnerved by the darkness. A metal door laid at the other end of the room, beeping open with a swipe of her key card and revealing the wide room beyond, clearly a renovated storage room of some kind. The walls were the same dull hue and the concrete floor made her heels click with each step, but it was the middle of the room that drew Arizona's gaze the most.
''Huh...?''
A platform. Or of a sorts, at least. The platform raised just a mere foot above the rest of the floor, made entirely of metal and with a strangely-unthreatening metal box in the middle. With a single bright light overhead it illuminated the mysterious container perfectly, some spare tools left around near it. And even though she was told not to touch anything... Arizona was nothing if not curious.
''What... is that...?'' The Battleship crept closer, curious as she climbed onto the platform, her heels clanking against the metal.
The metal box looked so simple, so elegantly plain that she couldn't begin to fathom what dangers might be within it. Thus, with only a slight ounce of hesitation Arizona reached out and touched it.
It felt surprisingly warm beneath her fingers.
''Huh... maybe it's a heater of some k- ind?!''
A shriek of surprise escaped Arizona as the lid of the box burst open, unleashing a squirming, squelching tirade of dark green tentacles. They surged out, flailing wildly under the bright light – and one latched onto Arizona, curling around her left arm with the speed of a snapped whip. Naturally the Battleship panicked, stumbling back, but the box was welded to the platform and the tentacle's grip was shockingly firm, refusing to let her go.
Instead they pulled her forwards. The sudden strength made Arizona stumble forth, a panicked scream escaping the black-haired Battleship as she fell onto the roiling tide of wet, sticky tentacles, their lengths sliding over her flesh and clothes. Arizona fought them, struggling, but she couldn't find anything to grab onto. In contrast the tentacles quite easily found something to grab onto themselves; tentacles curling around her other arm and both her legs, raising her up into the air even as others slithering around her stomach and up her back.
''A-Ah, w-what is- eep!'' Arizona's panicked words cut off into a short, startled squeak, her eyes wide as she felt one tentacle prod her breasts. ''W-What are you doing?!''
The dark green tentacle naturally didn't reply, instead slithering over the top of her breasts and over her collarbone, teasing her neck as it slid past it. A surprised groan escaped Arizona however as she felt more tentacles slither up her legs, said limbs stuck no matter how hard she tried to kick them; barely able to bend her knees and wriggle in the air, the squirming mass of tentacles beneath her.
''A-Ahh... no, what are you doing...?'' Arizona whimpered – feeling more than seeing the tentacles crawl over her body, one slithering up to her chest; and a cute gasp fled her lips as the tentacle slithered between her cleavage.
The feeling was a strange one, sending shivers through Arizona's body as the sticky tentacle wiggled and squirmed between her boobs, coaxing a confused moan out of Arizona. Her lips pursed together a moment later when the tentacle curled down under her breast, slowly tightening around her tit and almost squeezing it. The other tentacles weren't idle either, the one on her collarbone curving around from behind and slithering over her mouth, the tentacle's surface cool against her pursed lips.
And her eyes widened as she felt a tentacle snake up her skirt. She gasped, kicking her legs stronger, but the sticky tentacle travelled up her inner-thigh all the same – soon pressing against her underwear. Just feeling it press against her most delicate place made her shudder, whimpering as the tentacle pushed and squirmed, almost seemed to rub her off. The other tentacles too crept up her legs, one snaking into her shirt as well, fighting the other one to fit in her cleavage, pushing her boobs apart with their combined size.
''Ah, no... stop...'' Arizona whimpered. ''Why are- Mmph?!''
A muffled yelp escaped the Battleship as the tentacle covering her mouth suddenly turned, pushing into her mouth. The suddenness of the intrusion rendered her helpless to resist it, feeling it slither over her tongue and teeth, smearing its sticky fluid where it went and making her cringe at the salty taste of it, but when she feebly bit down she found it squishy like gel; too thick for her to bite through.
At the same time the tentacle rubbing her panty-clad pussy was joined by a second and third tentacle, all three sticky appendages pushing and rubbing in unison in long strokes. She gasped at the feeling, buckling her knees inwards and curling her toes, but the tentacles wrapped around her legs kept they open – leaving her at its mercy, their wet lengths rubbing with slow but forceful strokes.
Until one of them managed to get around her underwear, squirming under the edge of her panties and pushing it aside, sliding over her pussy lips.
''Mmph!'' Arizona shook her head in alarm, moaning at the weirdly-good sensation – the sound muffled by the tentacle that pushed itself into her throat.
Said tentacle greedily went deeper. It slid down her throat, choking her, before squirming around in a slight circle, burying itself further down her throat. She convulsed, her torso lurching and her head shaking, futilely struggling as the tentacle worked its way down her throat – before it reared back, and then plunged down again, molesting her throat.
'Ah... they're touching me there...' Arizona thought with a shiver, her folds spread slightly as the tentacle slithered over them – and her eyes widened as one changed its angle, and found its way into her womanhood. 'Oh god...!'
It slid in easily, the slight slickness coating the tentacle allowing it to pry her walls apart and wriggle into her pussy. It slithered in deeper, stretching her apart until at last it touched her cervix, pushing and rubbing its slippery length against her innermost parts, the lack of pain from its penetration leaving Arizona groaning in confused pleasure, her pussy squeezing the squishy tentacle.
And then a second tentacle pushed in. It slid in under the first one, stretching her inner walls apart more to accommodate its slick length, the two tentacle thrusting and squirming within her - coaxing out muffled moans from Arizona, her head lolling back. The tentacle in her mouth took the chance to thrust faster, her throat muscles clenching around it as it slithered and squirmed about.
''Ah... guh... guh... no...'' Arizona slurred around the tentacle in her throat, tasting her own saliva on it as it pistoned down her throat. ''Oh guhd...''
Arizona buckled as the tentacles in her cleavage squirmed about more, her tight-fitting bra straining as her boobs were pushed and nudged about by the two probing tentacles. One continued to heft her breast about within the cup whilst the other went down and sneaked out from under her bra, working its way down her belly and slithering over her belly button, coaxing a confused moan out of Arizona, the sensation pleasurable to the point her resistance waned.
Her attention however went between her legs against a third tentacle probed her folds, making her tense up, eyes widening – and Arizona jerked as the tentacle somehow managed to wriggle its way into her sex. It pushed against the other two tentacles in her pussy, corkscrewing around them and binding the three tentacles together into one big mass that squirmed and pumped into her womanhood, the ticklish tips rubbing and prodding her cervix.
''Agh... ugh... guh...'' Arizona slurred around the tentacle in her mouth, her eyelashes fluttering. ''Oh... Aka... shi... help... me...''
Akashi wasn't there however; leaving her at the mercy of the tentacles assaulting her. The three within her began thrusting faster, stretching her walls and battering her cervix with their slippery lengths, the tip of the tentacles rounded and bulbous. Had she been in the right mind she would've noticed the fluid the tentacles secreted, the substance cool against her cervix and loosening her inner muscles up.
Something that soon allowed the corkscrewing tentacle to prod her cervix, and then slither in.
''Mmph!'' Arizona arched her back involuntarily, pleasure written across her wide-eyed visage as the tentacle entered her womb.
It squirmed about, prodding and exploring her innermost depths – before it was joined by the second tentacle that also invited itself into her womb. The third one struggled to get in, her cervix unable to dilate any further; yet with some force it managed to squeeze itself into her, all three tentacles tangling over each other within her womb, smearing more relaxing fluid against her tight depths and pushing in even deeper.
''Ah... ahh... ahh...!'' Arizona's legs spasmed and twitched within their bindings, her legs unconsciously spread apart to allow the tentacles into her easier; wet squelching sounds escaping her sex as they had their way with her.
The tentacle in her mouth moved faster too, pumping in-and-out and causing Arizona to gag lightly, choking on the slippery appendage. At the same time the Battleship felt more tentacles tease her thighs, and her pupils dilated as one slithered between her cheeks, sliding over her asshole before moving back down, aiming – and then pushing in, worming its way into her ass.
''Mmph!'' The double-penetration was almost too much for Arizona, her legs spasming and her head shaking in blind desperation, unfamiliar with the hot sensations simmering up her lithe body.
The tentacles however had only one purpose, a purpose that Arizona found herself becoming acquainted with as they hammered her womb and plunged into her tight ass – a shrill, muffled squeal escaping her when a second tentacle corkscrewed around the first, two tentacles burying themselves in her asshole for a total of seven tentacles in her pussy, mouth and ass.
''Guh... gaah...'' Arizona slurred, eyelashes fluttering. ''Too... much...''
The tentacles didn't seem to think so and eagerly continued to violate her, pumping into her and scraping her inner walls with their slick lengths. They moved faster, squelching into her holes and smearing their stickiness over her breasts, the tips pulsing dangerously.
Until then at last, the tentacles came. Thick dollops of greyish cum flooded her womb, all three tentacles shooting their sticky mess into her, possibly impregnating her. Cum filled her ass as the other two corkscrewed tentacles throbbed and pulsed in her rear, whilst her throat summarily found itself getting clogged with sticky spurts of grey cum, forcing Arizona to hastily swallow it between laboured gasps and gags. The tentacles between her breasts came also, spurting streams of cum over, between and beneath her breasts, so much shooting out that much of it filled her bra cups and dribbled down her stomach – the tentacle currently rubbing her stomach spraying its cum down her front, soaking her clothes.
As did the surrounding tentacles. Literal gushes of cum sprayed over her face, splattering grey cum across her cheeks and brow, her collar and breasts, her legs and even her feet. Arizona noticed none of it, convulsing as she rode out her own orgasm, the overwhelming amount of hot cum pushing her over the edge and nearly breaking her mind with the unwanted pleasure.
Nearly a full minute passed before the tentacles ceased, the sprays of cum slowing – and then at last the tentacles unhanded Arizona, dropping the Battleship down onto the metal platform with a dull groan. Unheeding of the sound the tentacles slithered back down into the box they came from, leaving just one outside to reach up and grasp the lid, pulling it down and politely sealing themselves away, giving a little wave with the tip of one tentacle.
Arizona noticed none of it; sitting in a puddle of grey cum with matching grey seed spilling from her pussy and ass, her clothes soaked through. ''Ohh...''
Akashi would return ten minutes later, bewildered and startled... not solely because of her state, but of the request Arizona made to her.
''Can you make one for me, please?''
[END]