An Extra Tentacle Encounter (Commission)

Hiya! So the Chrastmas Saeson is pretty slow for me, since it's a lot of business and I'm not able to write the kinds of smut I'd like. Still! How about 1000 word quickie about a cosplay eboi recording himself riding a dildo for his alien GF?

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“How do I look?” Nyle asked. His cyan twintails spilled down to nearly his waist, allowing him to play with them while keeping his hands at his sides. Keeping his legs closed helped the black and not-quite-knee-length skirt from exposing anything. Thigh highs in a matching shade kept his slender legs covered. 

Xeela blush brightened her scarlet skin. “You look just like her!” Her startling violet eyes, curvaceous body, and playful demeanour made her look hot even while wearing the drab confines of an EarthShield pilot’s uniform.

The feminine boy gave a faint smile…which for him was effervescent praise. Dressing up had been his idea, but she’d picked the outfit. His alien GF had always been a sucker for those neo-brightcore pop bands with the holographic idol starlets.

“It’s the wig, I think. This one’s perfect.” Though the colour didn’t exist anywhere in nature on Earth or in the dozen or so intelligent life forms that they’d discovered among the stars, it was the perfect match for the shortest and cutest of the Proxima Climactic Idols quintet: Sparqle Kabukicho. “You don’t think I look too dumb?”

She waved him off. “Of course not, creampuff. She’s cute, you’re cute, where’s the problem?”

He turned away from her, trying to hide his own blush. He could hardly keep up the illusion of being the dower, sensitive one if his girlfriend kept making him glow inside and out. He paced between the outer door and the window on the opposite side of the bed. Not a real window, it was a direct cast of the starscape that lay outside the metre of reinforced nanosteel. A thousand million lights cast the heavens in dim light. Brighter dots representing satellites, stations, and other craft moved from one end of the screen to the other in their intricate ballet. Gateway Station was getting closer every second.

“So...what do you want me to do now?” Nyle asked. 

Xeela threw up her holocam and hit the record button. A handful of floating eyes detached and floated in a loose webwork around him, filming him for holographic replication. “You promised you’d shoot one of you riding a krella before we docked. I won’t be seeing you for six months Earthtime babe. I need this.”

He stared at the grey metal circle on the bed. It was roughly a foot in diametre and only an inch thick. The label on the opposite side read “AUTOCOCK”. The controls on the sides were simple, relying on a cybernetic connection to input actual data. Such information flooded in through Xeela’s force of will, pushing her ideas and making the autoplastic take shape. A single pointed object pushed out from the solid mass of the plate. It rapidly turned purple, gaining physical detail as it filled in. Less than a foot long but wriggling. The entire length was ribbed at roughly half-inch intervals.

“And you’re sure you don’t want me to try anything else?” He felt up the synthetic dick. It actually wiggled in his grasp. The motions tripled when he squeezed down, then tapered off as he relaxed. 

“Honeybunch, you have no idea how hard I’ll cum when I watch you ride a breeding tentacle. It’s like, the perfectly adapted organ for implantation of seed. If I’m gonna be gone from you, I need some good porn. Can you do this for me?”

Nyle gave a weak nod. “I know, of course. I just...whatever, let’s get a move on.”

He saddled up to the realistic tentacle. Its base was making it emit a viscous lubricating fluid. That was reassuring. Nyle lifted up his skirt to grind his pussy against the toy. “Oh! Oooh~” he purred.

“I told you it’d feel good!” Xeela said in a teasing voice, “Krellas also vibrate at a subtle frequency. It’s like riding a teasing vibrator.”

He gave a hesitant nod at this, sliding himself onto the bed and squatting over the toy. Its movements suggested an excitement on its part. On a desire to slide inside him. But he shook it off as just nerves. After all: it was only a toy, right?

He slipped onto the first few inches with a squeak. He cupped his hand over his mouth to try to suppress the noise, but it was far too late. 

“Oh my little horny boy likes it! Go on, show me what you can do,” Xeela said. In need to gorge himself on more sensation, he complied with her wishes and got to sliding himself up and down the tentacle dick’s length. He found himself having to pause at moments when the tendril got too frisky and he was trying to keep from climaxing prematurely. 

Xeela enjoyed the show in other ways. Her fingers found her genital slit and went to work, fingering her needy hole and ensuring a steady flow of glowing violet juices leaked out of her. Occasionally, she licked up the mess from her questing fingers. 

“So good, ngh~” she purred, “Watching you get knocked up by a male’s organ...I can’t control myself!”

Nyle was lost in the moment as well. The ribbed tentacle was unlike anything he’d pounded into his body, and he was quickly approaching his limit. 

“Gonna...gonna...aaaaah!” he cried, clamping his legs around the appendage while he came. His vaginal muscles squeezed down on the intruder inside him, intensifying their motions and provoking them into vigorous wriggling that only prolonged his orgasm. The toy was coated in the evidence of his release, but he didn’t clamber off of it. He just stared dumbly at his red alien girlfriend, waiting for more instruction.

“Was that good enough?” Nyle asked.

“It was perfect,” she replied with a wide grin of sharpened white teeth, “I’m gonna be squirting to this holoscene for weeks!”

They ended up cuddling after that, Nyle letting the toy rest inside him and Xeela allowing her lust fade into the background. The scene had been hot, but she’d been too concerned that her boyfriend might not enjoy himself on the new toy to lose herself to the act. She found the evidence herself by sliding her fingers between his thighs and finding the resulting sticky mess. He had enjoyed himself alright!