So much open space is refreshing. This is a new frontier! She wants to get a good look around, so heads for the top of the hill and leaps high into the air with her powerful body, trying to see just how big this place is.

It's big.

Very big.

From the top of the hill she can see the wriggly curves of fleshscale extend toward every horizon... though the horizon to the east seems maybe suspiciously closer than it should?

In every direction there are clusters of glistening tentacle pits, yonic and vulvic protrusions from the pink skin. There's a pond over that way, but it's slimy fluid hints that it is probably a tentacle pit too. A giant worm slithers out of the slime as she watches, it's slick, round body glistening like just another, albeit huge, tentacle.

In the far distance she can see a splash of color, a dark purple dot halo'd by a brighter shade of red than the usual flesh.

Jumping really high is fun! She giggles and keeps doing that for a while, twisting and somersaults in the air. And then she'll transition to headlong parkour in the weird thing's direction.

The weird thing... appears to be a female humanoid like her!

...er, sort of?

Once she gets close she is able to see that there is indeed a mostly-humanoid dark purple body being slickly gripped and groped and penetrated by the bright red tentacles of a pair of tentacle Orbs, but atop the figure's thicc, curvy humanoid body is a 'head' that's more like a tentacle bulb with a sucking fleshy orifice (currently being fucked by three different tentacles) surrounded by tentacle-petals like a flower, or the mouth of a worm. They're sprawled out on some raised lumps of smooth skin, under a squirming tentacle wall ceiling that seems to be sort of, standing over them like a tent, and occasionally reaching down to suck on one of the Orbs' tentacles with fleshy sucking-tentacles.

Despite the enthusiastic sex they're having, once Lightning gets close enough to see all of this, all three of the Tentacled snap to attention. The sex doesn't stop, just sort of gentles and continues on autopilot. None of them have eyes, but there's still a distinct impression that they're all staring at her.

She stops maybe thirty feet away. "Mm?" Excited but confused and wary.

She waves - why is that motion cached as 'wary greeting'??? - and considers her danger sense. Could she take 'em, push come to shove?

Oh yeah. She could curbstomp them with very little effort.

Her danger sense isn't entirely silent, but it seems to just low-key be keeping an eye on the massive glistening worm back that way; it would be heavy enough to crush her (nothing she couldn't recover from, but) and it isn't very smart.

The one with a thicc feminine body raises a tentative hand to wave back, the tentacle looped around her wrist waving with her. After a moment, she calls out in an inviting chirrup and makes a beckoning gesture.

"Ooh!" She not-quite-dashes forward. Her dick comes out as her arousal builds higher than usual. Something about that humanoid form is just- "Mmm!" She emphasizes, groping a breast and caressing a thigh.

Yay the seducer has succeed at her purpose of looking-appealing-to-humans. Happy-welcoming-and-slightly-smug chirp!

Her skin is smoother than silk and and so slippery, with only the littlest bit of lubricating fluids. The flesh underneath, plush and softer than human. She pets Lightning's hair as the human gropes her. Three Orb tentacles pull out of the seducer's throat with a lewd slurp to go investigate the human instead. One of those tentacles slips into Lightning's pussy, fucking her with long, slow strokes even as the Orb it belongs to continues to fuck the seducer's holes with its other tentacles.

Then more tentacles, these less firm and more slimy, drip down from the squirming ceiling to drape over Lightning and slither around her torso and breasts, rubbing against her skin.

Yep, this is familiar and good! And different than when it's just tentacles. Stroking and groping the stranger is really nice! She laughs. Her hair is a bit zappy, same with the tail, but she can will it down to a minimum, so she does. And buries her head between those pillowy boobs.

Contentment-excitement-lust-smoothsoftisgood-suckonmytits-(humanshape-familiarity/same as self?)

The tentacle Orbs recoil a little at the zappiness. The one with a tentacle in her pussy doesn't pull out but moves around so they're further away and fucking her from a less convenient distance.

The seducer just makes pleased-surprise-at-communicativeness noises, and kind of likes the tingles. And the squirming ceiling suddenly starts avoiding her head, but only that. The squirming ceiling isn't really smart enough to plan or think, and is mostly just doing what it was conditioned to do by the fleshcrafter who made it and obeying. One of the tentacle Orbs is intelligent but not paying much attention, while the other is almost person-smart and cautiously trying to remember what it knows about lightning mana.

In response to Lightning's psychic request, with a little psychic guidance from the seducer, the squirming ceiling's tentacle's adjust, forming a harness around her limbs and chest, before lifting lightning up off the ground and suspending her against the squirming ceiling's squirming surface, a little thin slit-pocket forming around her tail. A thick gooey tentacle goes up Lightning's ass, plunging deep and hooking upwards inside her pelvis to hold her hips in place as the majority of the squirming wall's free tentacles slowly shift into concentric-mouthed suction cups that engulf Lightning's tits and apply pulsating suction to her nipples, areola, mid-breast circumference, and where her breast meets her chest, all in an oscillating sequence that psychically adjusts its frequency and amplitude for best results.

With Lightning hanging above, the seducer stands up, and, just as the suction bells on Lightning's breasts really get started, the seducer points her flesh-petal head straight up, opens up, and sucks Lightning's cock deep into her dark, gooey throat, the flesh petals splaying out and gripping Lightning's hips.

She fights back for a moment in surprise - her ass just doesn't really do it for her and feels weird. But still, this pretty well distracts her from the other emotional question she was starting to form. She gasps in delight at thr suction on her tits, her nipples as sensitive as her clit. She orgasms, flexing and squeezing with extreme strength but not trying to actually escape, sending cum down the slick throat her cock is so suddenly in.

Once she finishes riding out the orgasm, with the next still building up and the humanoid still suckling her cock in delightful novel ways she sends out,

Surprise-pleasure-appreciation-novelty-curiosity(humanshape,flyingtentacle?)

The cool thing about Tentacled's innate psychic-ness is that it can notice the odd lack of pleasure from her ass and experiment to see if it can make that feel better! It does this on raw instinct! How Lightning feels about being anally penetrated actually comes across a lot clearer than her deliberate communications!

The seducer chirrups an inquisitive, you-noveltylust-at-my-humanshape-parts? And a slightly confused, ambiguous noise.

It sure is nice to have a language that isn't impeded by a mouth full of cock. Lightning is bridging the gap with direct telepathic power but the concepts aren't formatted the way a random Tentacled would expect, from someone who spoke Tentacle.

The seducer sucks Lightning to another orgasm before shooing the squirming ceiling (this takes a bit, it is reluctant to let Lightning go, and a random seducer is no tentacle princess). She switches the Orb's tentacles from her pussy to her mouth as she lays down, and the squirming ceiling's tentacles finish dropping Lightning, right on top of her.

Her ass can be coaxed to provide her with pleasure- It's just nowhere near the relative bonfires that her tits and pussy and dick, and to a lesser extent mouth and throat, are giving her. She isn't even getting slightly tired like humans usually do, at least a bit, either. When she's dropped on top of the critter she laughs again and quickly penetrates its pussy, moaning at the slick tightness before thrusting away at the soft flesh even as she takes one of those soft, bouncy breasts in her mouth and starts sucking.

I-noveltylust-humanshape-parts

excitement-submission-to-my-desires

She doesn't have a parallel strain of thought and actually focuses away from the sex as she tries to get across-

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I-(unfulfilledlust?)-humanshape

confusion: I-humanshape : noveltylust-humanshape-parts

That comes across enough that between the seducer and both tentacle Orbs they put together the concept: that Lightning is confused by her own shape, or by seeing a human shape, and despite this confusion, feels a familiarity toward it that she craves?

It isn't unheard of by any means: tentacle princesses usually go out of their way to prevent it, but they can't always, when the victim isn't actually in emotional distress, or is just out somewhere less populated. But it happens. Sometimes a Lover will find themselves in circumstances where they don't need recovery breaks or rest, and find themselves simultaneously with a tentacle pit or other creature that happens to be too dumb, or more rarely, too cruel, to ever realize that humans need variety to remain mentally intact, stuck in a never-ending loop for such a long time that the human forgets everything from before it.

One of the Orbs wraps a tentacle around her neck and tries to project this as a theory-question-request directly. That doesn't normally work on typical Lovers, but this one has her own telepathy, so it tries.

(And meanwhile, the seducer's body is plush and soft and slick and yielding with a pussy that hugs and grips on the out-stroke and is pure liquid warmth when Lightning thrusts back in.)

She's a bit distracted by this incredible pussy, supple and pliant even as she thrusts with superhuman strength and speed and grips and caresses the new friend(?). Soon she's cumming a (third? fourth?) time, bottoming out in the seducer with a sigh and pausing for a moment, and finishes mulling it over.

uncertainty-apathy

friend-pit(vivid memory of all the ways it fucked her)

sex-sex-sex-sex-sense of dreamlikeness-long time-boredom

freedom-regret-but-freedom

curiosity-determination-novelty-excitement

Their curiosity, already meager, is sated by this explanation. None of them recognize the tentacle pit as an individual, but that's not strange. There are a lot of tentacle pits.

The psychic backchannel to the sex cycles in waves, between edging, going hard and cumming as much as possible, and gentler stroking to allow desire to exceed stimulation briefly. Lightning can ignore this, they do whenever the whim strikes, but then, the cycle is little more than collective whim heterodyning and building on itself in the first place.

The seducer and the tentacle orbs don't have anything better to do than this, and are happy to keep fucking and being fucked until Lightning gets bored, idling out here in the quiet southern reaches of the Pink.

It'll take a few hours! The seducer is very novel and she wants to change positions several times and fuck her tits and head(?)(some more) and cuddlehug and get licked all over and be picked up by the ceiling a bit for old times' sake but, yes, eventually, she does start pulling her way free, radiating freedom-determination-maybeI'llbebacklater. And start wandering towards those neat rows of cliffs she saw earlier. They look fun to traverse.

There's a general sense of too-bad-but-whatever and well wishes, from the seducer in particular.

The landscape of the Pink is hundreds of miles of warm smooth skin and glistening flesh, interleaved in irregular patterns. Tentacle pits are everywhere, some open and exposing their inner flesh and tentacles, others concealed so well you'd have to know they're there to see the seam, at least until they bloom open and try to snare her and slurp her inside. Many of the ones who don't, are already occupied, sometimes by a barely human-shaped lump under the skin of the Pink, sometimes displayed openly in a thin sack of fluid or exposed to the air but embedded in the open pit, muffled, mindless moans carrying over the fleshscape.

The lakes of ooze are more of the same, some try to pull Lightning in with tentacles. Some don't. Some of those are already occupied by writhing humanoid forms in the throes of orgasm.

Worms as thick as her thigh slither in and out of pits and orifices in the fleshscape, crossing her path again and again. Many of them try to sneak up on her, but slither away when she catches them at it. Occasionally, one of the massive too-big-to-get-her-arms-around fleshworms slithers by in the distance... until it notices her, and shoots toward her, tentacles aggressively shooting out of its mouth in an attempt to capture her.

She finds that she doesn't particularly want to be caught, this one seems like a real pain to get back out of.

She jumps and dodges back, grinning. Honestly, this is pretty fun! She'll play the game for a while, staying ahead of the tentacles as they whip around and try to coil around her, laughing and grinning.

But how can she try to talk to it without fucking it? Maybe just skin contact will work? She endeavors to get on its 'back' by moving forward in that weird way that phases through almost everything, past the mouth, and then leaping atop it.

excitement-thrillofthechase-curiosity?

Yeah the Fleshworm doesn't care about any of that. It excreted its previous vorefriend while it was napping and they ran off and now it needs a new one and this one will. Not. Hold. Still!!! It's inside-tube is empty of anything having orgasms and this is unacceptable when there's an orgasm-haver right there.

It's single-mindedness comes across with a barely-coherent get-in-my-belly!

Oh, so bigger does not mean smarter? Maybe humanshape means smarter? She's meaningfully different than the humanshape - and there are some others more like her, in the pits, in the pools united with their friends, she just eventually decided to leave. Maybe she should try emoting at one of those, see what they have to say.

-Oh, right, she's fighting something! Cool! She should actually try and hurt it if it won't give up though. She forms a lovely brace of long spears of solid lightning. Beautiful. Simple. Pointy. And starts... Discouraging to the best of her abilities.

This is pretty effective against tender Tentacle flesh!

The humongous Fleshworm rears back with a psychic pained cry, blackened burns scored all over its surface. It falls over with an impact that makes the fleshscape jiggle underfoot like a spanked butt, wriggling around before it regains just enough sense to throw itself into one of the nearby ooze pits.

...it might come out for revenge, once it's healed, but Lightning has plenty of time to be somewhere else by the time it does.

She won the first time and it was actually at least sort of challenging. She's not afraid of a rematch.

Wow! That was really fun, though! She should do it some more. Well, not fun enough to go terrorizing perfectly innocent tentacles, only if they're being a bit - something she doesn't quite have context for, a gesture to a concept that-

-If they're being too selfish, avaricious, unlike the lovely god that spoke to her. Then she can hurt them.

...She runs south a bit and then looks around for a relatively benign inhabited pit and joins in on fucking its current inhabitant even as tentacles take advantage of their visitor, trying to emotionally communicate with them. Anything other than sex on the mind?

The pit has more thoughts about this than the inhabitant, though that's not saying much. The inhabitant is just riding wave after wave of endless bliss, and barely even notices Lightning's company.

This is... Hot, sure, and she's still having orgasm after orgasm, but not very interesting. The endless bliss is nice, she gets it (sort of) and participates for a while, but it doesn't seem to - fully occupy her, like it does them? Huh.

She tries a few more, and then just runs, covering ground, for a while in case ones further away prove any different?