The infamous Dorm "B"

The most happening place on the landship. Door's always open.

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"What, a girl can't show off an art piece she's proud of to her coworker?" The tentacle is moving faster by the moment, thrusting up into her shirt until the tip pokes out from the hole in the top. Another one appears, pushing into Typhon's free hand- Then a third that drapes itself over the top of her head, leaking drops of precum down her face. "Share a nice drink with a gal pal? I'm hurt!"

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"Frankly speaking, I would hardly call us 'pals'. I barely know you, and it's not as if we ever get deployed together." She takes another drink from the mug- much longer this time. She doesn't notice what's in it- just as she doesn't notice the tentacles beginning to surround her. Her free hand is idly stroking the one that slithered up into her grasp, while her tits are covered in a thin smattering of slime from the tentacle sliding itself between them. The one on her head, she doesn't even give a physical reaction to- even with a few drops of that precum falling into her mug.

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"Whew... Okay, that... that should sate it for a while..." Typhon's just passing by Doctor Clara's office when Meteorite comes stumbling out, half-naked, her cleavage and face coated with Clara's fragrant cum, with no small amount of it even leaking down her legs. She doesn't even really seem to pay Typhon a second thought as she staggers her way down the hall.

That smell sure is setting off something fierce in Typhon though, that's for sure...

And if she dares peek in, there's Clara, on the couch in her office, winded and naked from the waist down, cock still erect and even trailing a bit of seed down the shaft after being "used" so thoroughly...

"Doctor, I really must object to this." Oh, she's already gone in- Has she even noticed? It's not quite clear yet. But she strides right up to Clara, looking down at her with a slightly scornful gaze...

"This sort of conduct, out in the open, too..." She's... dropped down to her knees? Right in front of Clara's lap- "It's difficult to think Rhodes Island really is something to be taken seriously, when I see these things happening all over. Were we in Sami, behaving like this would be a death sentence... not to mention, a bit disgusting..."

"...So get that thing down, it's only going to bring you woe." She's already wedged Clara's cock right between her tits, rubbing and stroking it amidst her vast cleavage. It's not clear if she's even aware of what she's doing, but she's doing it like it's completely natural- Maybe Deepcolor's hypnosis worked a little too well...

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Typhon's terrible day will continue

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"Well all art is pretty subjective you know, a masterpiece to one person is just nonsense to another." This art however, is a secret third thing. Drawing the eye deeper and deeper, brain changing with every passing second as a notably phallic tentacle pushes up under her shirt, pumping between her breasts. The mug draws closer, right within reach- Has her throat always been this dry? How strange. "Keep looking, it'll click soon I bet."

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"I really don't think I'm getting it. I am not much of an artist." She says, her hand absent-mindedly reaching out to take the mug of goopy white fluid- which she takes a few quiet sips from, as if she doesn't even realize that it's there. The tentacle has got entirely unnoticed, too. "......Why are you showing me this to begin with, actually?"

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Huh, Typhon's drink tastes a little weird, doesn't it? ...Even more strangely, there's this heat pooling in her crotch as she drinks it... And a distinct craving for...

Uh-oh.

"Eugh, this stuff is foul... Why is the quality so poor today?" She just wanted a hot cup of coffee with a little cream... It wasn't normally this bad when she stayed aboard Rhodes Island. Didn't they get decent quality coffee grounds? "...Bleh... even feeling a little sick after that..."

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"Nothing to worry your cute little head about, look at this cool pic I drew though." She's got it up and in Typhon's face in a flash, the screen of her phone pulsing with eerie blues enough to leave even a hardened collapsal expert dizzy. And to her side a convenient tentacle holds up a mug of thick, white fluid. "Whatcha think?"

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"It looks... really weird." The poor girl never stood a chance. She got hit by it full blast and she hasn't even noticed what's started to happen. She's entirely ignorant of what's going on here. "Looking at it kind of makes my head hurt... Why did you draw something so... bizarre anyway?"

[ten-pints-of-debauchery]

"Did someone need a psyche permanently altered?"

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"No?? What nonsense are you going on about this time?"

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First step: Maximize boob sliders

Second step: Crippling semen addiction

Third step: Profit forever

She's halfway there already, just needs step 2 inflicted upon her-

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"Absolutely not."

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Hit this bitchy Sarkaz with your best shot, Doctor. It'll be worth it.

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Accurate size Typhon-

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Obviously the solution here is to keep cumming on Typhon until she likes it. Surely she'll come around by the end of the week.

"I would much rather you didn't do that... Washing that gunk out of my hair takes forever."

"...Wait, and I'm not some kind of free-use sex toy, either! Why is this even something you're allowed to consider?!"

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The kinda fits they're putting Typhon in on the regular

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Like

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The ol' PPP (Perpendicular Paizuri Patrol) is growing fast

"Shortstacks only!"

"So why am I here, then...?"

"Someone's gotta fill the 'naizuri' role."

"You're kidding me..."

"This is ridiculous. Why even have a 'squad' like this? And why do I have to be part of it?"

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But like really can you blame them for getting her in on this

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"I-I never agreed to be involved in this!"