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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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?

Eventually, she comes upon a hillside, more of cliffside really, that seems to be made entirely of squirming wall rather than just a small disguised patch. It is shaded, overlooking a few smaller structures of unusually spacious tentacle pits that look almost deliberate in their arrangement. There's even something not made of flesh, over there, a small stage with an arrangement of chairs---one of the chairs is moving, maybe they just look like they're not made of flesh?

And there are shapes-like-her. Dozens of them.

The majority are held tight to the massive squirming wall by countless tentacles in various lewd poses. Some are feminine like her but lack cocks, some are masculine and have multiple cocks. Some are androgynous and have only pussies. A couple are just like her. More than half appear to be pretty young men, though. Of more interest: Some of them are making novel noises speaking to each other. Some of them are wandering around free, unencumbered by tentacles of any kind! Though as Lightning watches, one of those heads into one of the raised, deliberate-looking tentacle pits and is swallowed with a wet squelch. The others though, just seem to be laying around and talking.  And over there, a couple of humanoids are holding non-flesh objects. Non-fleshy objects that seem to be making very pleasant sounds in their hands, making music. And over there, a young woman is doing magic: a ghostly cauldron, translucent and seemly made of pure magic, floating above a small fireball that just hovers in place, far enough up not to harm the skin under her feet. The bubbling liquid inside seems real enough, though, and smells delicious.

Quadrupedal figures made of opaque pink slime dart through the milling groups, and on closer inspection, they're more like a crude suit clinging on to a humanoid girl's back and suspending her under its belly to hold and fuck as they roam around. One of them darts over to a man having a conversation while laying on his back, idly stroking his cock as it juts up from his crotch. The roamer runs over, positions itself over his hips, and forces the hips of the girl it holds captive to slam down, impaling her drooling cunt on the man's cock, and then swinging her body up and down, forcing her to bounce vigorously until the man ejaculates with a groan.

Other roamers are darting around, doing similar things. The first one scampers over to the squirming wall, where a suction tentacle latches onto the tightly-bound girl's crotch and sucks the man's load out of her, the girl shuddering in her slimy pink bondage.

As Lightning gets closer, the first to notice her are those roamers. The one who just got cleaned out by the squirming wall is carried over to investigate. The pink slime moves with little input from the bound girl, her own limbs folded up into the pink thing's mass as it plunges a tentacle of its own into her ass. The pink slime actually exposes a fair amount of skin, the girl's breasts hanging free, teased by translucent blue feelers, and while it covers her head to hold it tightly in place, it leaves the girl's face clear, and the expression on that face is polite inquisitiveness and curiosity, mixed with the flush of obvious arousal and pleasure.

New noises. New shapes. New things.

Things... That aren't flesh and fluid?

"Hi! Hi!! Oh my goddess! Talking! They're talking! Words! They're a thing! I know that now! Can you talk?! Hi!!!" She bounces on her feet - several feet in the air - in glee.

((The author is borrowing a foreign instance's screenname because this is just a cameo.))

"Hi."

The girl struggles to keep her eyes pointed at Lightning as the Roamer roams around psychically sniffing the new human, but the struggle doesn't seem to annoy her or really register as a struggle.

"How much do you remember?" she asks curiously. "If you forgot how to talk you probably haven't been out of a Pit in a, um, while?"

"Words are fun and that thing looks fun and YOU CAN ACTUALLY TALK I haven't ever said anything to someone before! I don't. Remember things, I mean. I think I'm just new. Charity said something about giving me a body. I mean not said I felt it."

"That happens sometimes when people die," the girl says offhand. "Nice to meet you though. Welcome to the Tall-Squirming-Cliff Waypoint Camp.  I'm Scyelen. Do you have a name?"

The roamer starts wandering away, showing off the girl's dripping pussy to Lightning's eyes, stretched by the pink-blue tentacle in her ass, "Oh I guess you might tell me later..." The roamer darts off across the campsite to where a large worm has wandered in. It presents the girl for the worm to lay its eggs in, which it immediately starts doing. The girl's soft moans sound relaxed and unperturbed about this.

Some more of the campers have noticed Lightning by now and a few of them are waving or beckoning in friendly fahsion.

She follows Scyelen. "What's a name?"

Oh the new person followed her. Scyelen smiles about that even as a giant worm is shoving eggs into her.

"A, mm, a name? A name is, the word that, means you. Like if, you wanted to, tell someone, 'that girl is ge-getting oviposited', and they'd ask, 'which girl?', and you'd say, 'Scyelen'? To mean me. Just as, an example."

"I don't have one I guess? I guess it's probably important to have one?" She's looking around at the camp. "It's kind of scary to see so many new people! Especially when they're being interesting and not just orgasming in a pit. It's hot how you're hanging down like that." She pats the critter carrying her and affectionately sends this appreciation. "I wanna fuck you but I also want to talk so I guess when that's done with you. I'm kind of talking a lot just because talking is new and fun wow."

The Roamer psychically purrs at this sexually-charged note of approval.

"Everyone here's nice," Scyelen says confidently if breathlessly. "Tasiff makes sure. And Tasiff is, extra nice. If you, don't have a name though, you should probably, pick one you like, before someone else, picks one for yphmmphlmmnghkhnm."

This interruption is brought to you by the Roamer deciding to act on Lightning's appreciation and shove its captive girl's mouth onto Lightning's cock. Scyelen switches from speaking to suckling with no protest.

"Hahaha." She scritches her fingers along where Scyelen's head is embedded.

"...Lightning," she decides a minute later. "Until I think of a better one, I'm lightning."

After she cums, she pulls away and asks Scyelen, "Which one is Tasiff?"

Scyelen's eyes, since she can't move her head, flick toward the massive Squirming Wall overlooking the camp. (Fully half of the camp's population is wrapped up in fleshy tentacles and pinned against the glistening cliff-face, on display as they wriggle and writhe, orgasm sweeping back and forth across the wall in a smooth oscillation. A few of the camp's Seducers are bound up there with the Lovers, sometimes entwined with and fucking one of the humanoids, within the tentacles' grasp.)

"Tall-Squirming-Cliff," she says, humming the name with the tonal component that matches the shortened version. "It protects us." She smiles bashfully. "Even from ourselves, sometimes."

"Oh. Okay, I'll go say hi later. What'cha mean, even from ourselves?"

The worm finishes depositing its eggs and slithers off. The Roamer gets up and starts walking, Scyelen's now-pregnant body encased tightly along its underbelly, though it isn't going anywhere in particular and isn't moving in a hurry as it meanders through camp.

"I was born in Vynait," Scyelen says. "It was better than some places, but I didn't like living in any society that..."

The Roamer slithers through a tangle of limbs; a man, a woman with a dick, and a Seducer, having a three-way in the middle of the path skin, getting Scyelen groped as she slides by.

"So I came here. I came here ready and willing to let the first mindless Tentacle Pit I found keep me forever. To ravish me so thoroughly, to drown me in orgasms for decades until I lost myself and forgot who I was. Just to get away from having to... make decisions... about which of my desires it was okay to act on. I was never afraid of the worst fate they warn you about, not when I first heard about it and not when it almost happened for real. A part of me still wants it. If it somehow happened, I wouldn't be sad. I... still think it's the hottest thing ever, that moment when the fear sets in, when the tentacle pit has already kept you too long, and you want out, but it just holds you tighter, fucks you harder... It's what I fantasize about every time Tasiff sticks me in one of its Tentacle Pits. I just...  I realized I don't have any ability or desire to protect myself from that fate, once I was honest with myself."

The Roamer meanders around the musicians, and Scyelen pauses briefly as they pass, smiling as one of them waves to her.

"Tasiff has seen dozens like me. It already knew how to save me. It's why it gave me to one of its Roamers. It was a convenient way to give me what I need and contribute to its project at the same time. Now I can remain myself, think complicated thoughts and enjoy the company of other people, because I have no control at all while I do. Even in a paradise of constant sex, I'd still get stuck worrying every time, if what I wanted done to me was truly offered, if what I wanted to do to others was welcome. I know consciously that it would be, here, where the Tentacled rule and everybody's too busy fucking to even have the concept of consent, but that only helps so much. So instead, Tasiff decides when, where, and who or what I fuck, so I don't have to question myself every time I feel an urge. And it works. This is the only time in my life when I've ever been both happy and present enough to properly appreciate it. Tasiff made that happen."

She feels incredibly warm and proud and happy, considering this speech. "Wow, that's amazing. I'm so happy, that's great." She tries to ruffle Scyelen's hair - but is stymied by the tentacled carrying her. Oh well. "Thank you for explaining, and goodbye for now."

Now. After a moment to compose herself, she wants to go see the group working on this thing she almost remembers called 'music'.

There's a thing with strings! There's another thing you blow in! There's a different thing with strings!

And a person to operate each.

They're mostly just messing around, not playing any kind of planned song, but they're happy to see a new person interested in music.

Can she try the things?? She'll be very careful with them. Or maybe she can sing, she remembers singing. (She's passable but not great at it)

She can try the pan flute! It is less fragile than the string things.

Singing is also welcome! None of them have great voices.

This is really pretty cool. She'll spend the next week, minimum, exploring the novelty of music, of a day-night cycle, of talking to people and social interactions. With frequent breaks for a wide variety of sex whenever she has the whim or someone wants her, of course.

Meanwhile...

Some number of miles to the west, where the Pink ceases to fully maintain itself, is the Fringe, where flesh and fungus entwine to create a misty forest of breathtaking mushrooms-cap canopy and oozing slimy underloam.

The Fringe is a relatively quiet place, not so crowded with life that you'd bump into it constantly. But that does mean that when something in the Fringe is making a lot of noise, it stands out.

A couple of giant worms have slithered out of the muck to investigate, but those are no threat.

The shadow in the sky however...

It would appear that a certain girl's noises have attracted a Sky Worm.

The creature body is a massive russet wriggly thing, long and sinuous with countless fringes and smaller tentacles rippling around it, and the first sign its there is when it blots out the sun.

Lilian freezes. And then, rapidly, unfreezes. She really can’t afford to be frozen in panic right now. She recognizes that thing. It only looks like it wants to eat her. Instead it will keep her bound up in what is probably some rather fantastic pleasure for literal years.

She has things to do. She isn’t sure what, exactly, those things are. But she’ll figure it out!

Lilian is abstractly aware that she has magic powers, now. But those don’t leap to mind. Instead, what does is running. As fast as she possibly can.

Which, it turns out, is very fast indeed. She launches herself off with acceleration that would outdo a Formula One race car, lanching dirt into the air behind her with a clap. She is primarily restrained in her speed by her need not to launch herself into fungi. She has not, yet, had the idea of leaping up to the tops of the fungi to have less restricted movement. Left to her own devices, that won’t happen until as long as several seconds from now.

The question is, did she react fast enough? And is she running fast enough to outpace that thing?

Thick translucent orange telescoping tentacle flesh smashes into the loam not far behind her at all. But it does indeed miss her.

She's faster than the Sky Worm. Considerably faster, actually.

But she's weaving through a mushroom forest with little in the way of solid dry ground to run on. The Sky Worm is flying in a straight line, pursuing her from above the cap-canopy. It isn't gaining, but she isn't losing it either. Tentacles shoot down from above, trying to snatch her.

Bad tentacle monstrosity! No smashing! That isn’t lewd at all!

Okay, she needs a way to go faster. And with all this running she has, in fact, had the requisite several second to figure out that she can jump up into the canopy and leap from mushroom to mushroom. She’s strong enough for that to work, and what with her many, many mutations she’s probably agile enough too.

The risk of this plan is that she’ll very temporarily be moving upwards and on a fixed trajectory, and so if the Sky Worm is clever enough it might be able to finagle that into grasping her. That’s a risk she’ll just have to take. Her instincts say that she can’t afford to stay in this holding pattern.

She waits until there’s a convenient gap in the canopy to the east and then launches herself upwards and away.

A tentacle swipes at her as she shoots up into the air. Misses. The next one whips out at her from the opposite direction, the Sky Worm twisting its body for extra reach. That one makes contact and swats her out of the air.

The tentacle is soft enough that the impact doesn't hurt, translucent orange flesh squishing around her like semi-solid ooze. She almost got clear: the bit of tentacle that got her was the very tip, small enough that it fails to wrap all the way around her. She's grabbed, but not stuck. She can still get free if she reacts fast enough, before the Sky Worm reels her in.

Purely instinctually, she flexes some strange power that feels like it does something related to getting around attacks half a heartbeat after panic drives her to try to wrench herself out of the tentacle’s grasp by pushing against the ground. Instinctually, she tries to launch herself away from the main body of the Sky Worm and out of its reach for a follow up grab attempt.

And, suddenly, and oh-so-briefly, she is completely intangible. The question now is whether her frantic push gave her enough momentum to phase through bits of the tentacle holding her. If it didn’t, if instead she’s moving too slowly, the built-in safeties of the ability will stop her from telefragging herself and keep her trapped by the Sky Worm’s tentacle. Of course, she might have pushed off with enough strength to just rip herself out of the Sky Worm’s grasp outright, and all of that will be obviated.

All of this takes place in a fraction of a second. She’s fast, now.

The tip of the tentacle is smaller than she is, and the force of her air-dodge is enough to send her streaking twenty feet further east before she rematerializes a split second later. She's well ahead and well clear of the Sky Worm's reach, and has plenty of time to get her footing.

The Sky Worm's current captives will just have to keep cumming their brains out deprived of Lilian's company.

The canopy of mushroom caps is a much clearer road than the undergrowth. She can easily outpace the Sky Worm's flying speed if she tries, now that she's up here.

She tries. She really, really tries. There’s a visceral sense of relief in running from something scary and being faster than it. It can’t catch her unless she slows down. And this sprinting is barely registering as effort. She’s safe.

As she runs directly away from the Sky worm, Lilian has time to think. She doesn’t particularly use that time, for the first little bit, until she’s far enough away that the need to run run run isn’t distracting her too much. But eventually, she has time to think.

Lilian is lost in a strange place that honestly seems to deserve her moniker of Fungus Hell. She should probably work on making that not the case? She has vague recollections of plant monsters and things that live in forests, so probably the whole world isn’t composed entirely of Fungus Hell, land of horrible giant flying tentacle monsters?

She feels a vague sense of foreboding in her mind when she thinks the phrase “Fungus Hell”. Is there a worse Fungus Hell floating around somewhere out there?

Regrettably, her fuzzy memories assure her that yes, there is.

Well, at the very least she needs to escape this particular Fungus Hell. She can worry about Somehow Even Worse Fungus Hell later.

By the looks of the shadows on the ground, she’s heading just about due east. She can keep that up for the next few days, if she needs to.

She won't need to keep it up for days. The Sky Worm gives up in minutes, not hours, falling so far behind it loses track of her and wanders off.

She's moving fast enough that in under an hour she'll start seeing the change in the mushroom forest, the horizon stretching out and enpinkening. The mushrooms get shorter, and pointier, and more flesh-colored. After another hour she's leaping from tip to tip on giant fungal penises. With a couple of genuine fleshy ones mixed in.

The forest of dicks thins out to nothing, and the underloam fades out to what seems to be genuine living skin, bare and clean.

She finds herself looking out over a rolling plain of living flesh, sun-warmed skin and glistening red flesh, hills and valleys of roundness and fleshy slickness.

She’s seriously tempted to try sitting on one of the penises from the dick forest. But she perseveres! She will have time for the horny later!

When she looks out at the glistening fields of flesh, her cock twitches. “Is now later?” the horny asks.

No, now is not later!

At the very least, she needs to probe her half-there memories to figure out what she should know about this place.

She has a vague sense that it isn’t really that dangerous? For her, at least. If she wasn’t so strong or she couldn’t focus through intense pleasure maybe not. And no Sky Worms! She does get the sense that there are a lot of other tentacle things here. But also that this maybe isn’t a big deal, since she can talk to tentacle things?

She can talk to tentacle things. Why didn’t she realize this earlier! She could have tried to talk to the Sky Worm! Maybe it was friendly and just confused!

Or. More realistically. It just wanted to grab her and eat her pleasure. And didn’t particularly care about her consent in the process. It just wanted to make her feel good and didn’t care about how she felt about things at all.

(another insistent twitch of her cock)

Also. Now that she’s standing here thinking rather than just panicking and running away, she probably could have, like, used her lightning magic on that Sky Worm? After her adventures with half-hour-long orgasms she’d sort of slotted that in in her head as the “cum lots” power.

(twitch)

Maybe she could. Do that again? Maybe not for as long. And. Quieter and more stealthily. She can keep the lightning thing contained to a few parts of her body instead of just bathing herself in it to make less noise. She can even put up an illusion of a small hillock over her! And only do it if the coast is clear! She can pay attention to the outside world this time, so she’ll notice if something’s getting uncomfortably close. And she’s in a plain this time, so she’ll be able to see anything coming long before it gets to her!

She can’t even blame her suit for this one. This is all her.

Is the coast clear?

There's movement, if she looks. A couple of places where the flesh of the landscape bulges or twists or dimples, or some other indication of a more complicated structure growing within the landscape of skin and flesh.

Tentacle Pits.

Glistening tentacles slither out of seams, or wriggle openly.

And there's a worm over there, slithering by.

Other than that, the coast seems clear.

As soon as she registers that she’s actually going to do this, and on purpose this time, a frisson of sexual excitement runs through her and she has to fight the urge to stop bothering with all of this precautions stuff and just skip right to the bit where she gets to orgasm. But no, she’s more sensible than that.

And so she begins constructing an illusion of a fleshy hillock over her current location.  She finds that she has a few instincts for how to stay hidden that mesh well with her illusion abilities. By the time she’s done, to all appearances the divot she was in is now a small pink hillock, blending in smoothly with its surroundings.

The entire time while she’s working, she’s feeling a pulsing anticipatory refrain to the tune of wanna cum wanna cum. By the time she’s finished with her illusion she’s quite literally panting with anticipation.

That’s. Not normal. Is it.

No. No it’s not. She’s addicted to her new absurdly pleasurable orgasms, apparently. A sort of mental squint reveals that it’s a strange combination and swirling together of how she’s constantly turned on, can cum as much as she wants, and won’t be able to get off without some form of outside help. Well, she already needs to orgasm kind of a lot every day to feed her suit friend. And her suit friend will always be there with her and so she shouldn’t ever have trouble getting to orgasm. So maybe she won’t have to worry about this except as a part of her general horniness problem?

Either way, she's too turned on now not to excitedly tell her suit to “Make Happy.”

As that delicious little orifice returns to suckling at her cockhead, and those lovely tentacles return to filling her up, she finds herself feeling much less worried about her orgasm addiction.

After all, it’s not like being addicted to orgasms like hers doesn’t make sense! They feel so good. Of course she’d be addicted to them. Anyone would be. Instead of worrying about it she should just cum as much as she wants. Cum lots and lots.

So she does.

The problem, incidentally, with resolving to pay attention to the outside world while you were experiencing a functionally unending orgasm, is that while you’re actually experiencing the orgasm, you might decide not to bother. After all, you’re safe inside an illusion, aren’t you? And so why not just devote all your attention to just how lovely that unending orgasm feels?

Lilian resists the temptation. At first. But as time passes, she finds herself paying less and less attention to the outside world and more and more attention to just how good she feels. Until finally she’s barely paying any attention to anything else at all.

Does anything take advantage of this?

A couple of giant worms try. Not having eyes, they don't even know the illusion is there. But they are quickly deterred by the dangers of electrocution.

Tentacle Orbs also do not have eyes, and also don't really notice the illusion. A pair of such orbs, intelligent enough to avoid getting zapped in the first place, notice her after a while as they pass by. She's at least somewhat unusual, with powers like that and a set of Living Clothes that sophisticated. They're curious enough about her to wait and hang around and idly tentacle each other as they watch her cum, basking in the psychic ambiance of her orgasms like a couple of kids outside an ice-cream shop, as they wait for the lightning to stop.

She doesn’t actually notice the worms at all, and it takes her an embarrassingly long time to notice the Tentacle Orbs. As soon as she does, she stops the lightshow and comes back to herself. Her new mutations make that surprisingly easy, and it’s no time at all before she’s fighting off the urge to cover her face behind her hands!

She would be feeling a need to cover the rest of herself up with her hands, but for one thing her suit is actually covering her up pretty well despite what she just spent the last however-long doing, and for another the Tentacle Orbs probably won’t be mortified about her whole situation here. On account of being Tentacle Orbs.

Remembering her supposed ability to psychically understand tentacle beings she decides to try to get a read on them. What are they thinking? What do they want?

One of them is medium, one is bigger. They're both shades of bright red with an idiosyncratic arrangement of tentacles and orifices on their spherical bodies.

Medium-Orb is already touching her, phallic tentacles curiously investigating her outfit, looking for a way in. Politely.

Bigger-Orb is saying, in the odd not-quite-language of wordlike psychic impulses that feels like a language made entirely out of moans, humms, and grunts, "What's she doing? Is her face hurt? Maybe you should ejaculate on her in case that helps."

Oh no they’re cute.

Also, the idea of being ejaculated on is kind of hot? Huh. She doesn’t think she’d have thought that before her transmigration. Nor would she be looking at the many strange appendages and orifices of the Tentacle Orbs with naked lust the way she is right now.

Putting that aside for now, she should probably focus and try to explain herself!

“Oh, my face is fine! That’s a blush. And I’m covering my face because I’m embarrassed. I was trying to make sure I noticed anything coming closer to me and I got so distracted I didn’t even see you two come over!” Lilian says.

Or tries to, anyway. Does Tentacle even have a word for “embarrassed?” It seems like maybe it wouldn’t. But on the other hand, maybe tentacle beings make silly mistakes too, and feel similar to how humans do about it? They’d just be different kinds of mistakes.

She’s staring longingly at a particularly pleasant-looking Tentacle Orb orifice as she tries to explain all this. That particular flavor of attraction is new to her in two separate ways, so she’s having a bit of trouble tuning it out.

It's actually relatively easy to say 'embarrassed' in Tentacled, it's only a two-tone whine. Emotion in general is usually really easy to communicate in Tentacled. Reasons for emotions, not so much.

Fortunately, Lilian is psychic enough that she isn't restricted to the tonal half of the psychic-tonal language that anyone can learn; she can just actually fully say what she wants to say, like a tentacle princess would, and hear their reply the same way.

Morb and Borb are both startled that she can talk like a princess, even if they can instantly and instinctively tell that she doesn't have the authority of one. Most humanoids are limited to the base tones of emotion that seem to come to them on instinct.

"You can talk! Hello," Morb says. Its tentacles are still trying to find a way into her dress. "I've never talked to a human before. Were you hiding? What were you hiding from?"

“Oh, I just got finished running away from a Sky Worm a bit ago. I didn’t feel like staying with one for a few years and it was being very insistent. I was sort of worried that maybe something like that would happen again. And so, the hiding.”

"I shouldn't like to meet a Sky Worm, I think," Borb comments. "They never share."

Morb's tentacles are still trying to find a way into her dress but are exuding more and more confusion. One tentacle sort of unthinkingly shoves itself into Lilian's mouth even as Morb asks, "Your from the outlands? Welcome, then. It's nice to have you! What brings you to the homeflesh?"

(It is entirely possible to speak Tentacled with a mouth full of cock, unless you're a psychic null. Or have a gag reflex.)

Lilian does not have a gag reflex! Having a tentacle in her mouth is really hot, actually. Like, shockingly so.

Morb can get their tentacles under Lilian’s armor pretty easily, but yeah, the skin-tight suit beneath is more of a challenge. Unthinkingly, Lilian finds herself asking her suit friend to open up some slits around the junction of her thighs and her breasts to let the tentacles in. She gets a sort of nervous hesitance in response, and the suit ends up opening slits up precisely where Morb’s tentacles aren’t, rather than moving in a more directly perceivable way. Aww, her suit friend is shy! Cute!

“I found myself rather lost in the fungal forests to the west and decided this was the best way to get out of them to relative safety.”

Hopefully that doesn’t give away that she doesn’t really know what’s going on in the world? She has vague insights about things, but she’s spent less time dredging up civilizational stuff than wilderness danger stuff. She feels like maybe there’s some sort of tension between the tentacles and other people?

Morb and Borb do not have any preconceptions about what random humans know about the world.

Morb's tentacles find nice places to rub on mostly psychic instinct, even if the Living Clothes are feeling covetous.

"I'm glad you made it," Morb says earnestly.

Borb bobs in the air and pushes on Morb with a tentacle. "We still have traveling to do."

"I know! Hey, friendly-outlander, we're traveling! Will you travel with us? Borb can carry you if you won't walk."

Lilian is glad the tentacle beings of The Pink are so much nicer than the ones in the Fringe!

She’s still aroused. Apparently, she always will be. But her most recent experiment with endless orgasms ensure that, for the moment at least, she’s satisfied. And so, for the first time since her initial accident with the suit, her thoughts are relatively clear. First she was cumming herself silly, then she was terrified, and then she was at least partially absorbed in the visceral joy of leaping from giant fungus to giant fungus and finally having the freedom of movement she’d lost from her illness back. Plus rather a lot extra.

Oh, sure, she thought some. But mostly about escaping from Somehow Only Second Worst Fungus Hell. Not about the inside of her own head, much. Or what it meant that she was apparently horny enough now that her suit could persuade her to orgasm herself silly in the middle of a dangerous location with a suckle and a grope. Or that she could apparently talk herself into that, despite having just done that, and nearly been caught by a Sky Worm as a result.

She can recognize, now, that something’s wrong with the inside of her head. And is together enough to deliberately counter it. Maybe she should try to keep that the case? The easiest way is probably just to ask her new tentacle acquaintances to be gentle? That way she’ll stay satisfied, but she won’t end up spending all of her time cumming herself silly, and she can learn more about her new world by asking the friendly Tentacle Orbs questions.

She has enough pattern recognition to know by now what happens if she decides to try to power through the horny rather than giving it an outlet.

Lilian visibly hems and haws for a moment, fairly radiating an interest in going with them and having fun, before she says, “Sure! And, uh, I can walk, but I don’t know if I can walk properly while I’m having sex. So maybe I’ll have to take you up on that?”

And then Lilian suddenly notices that she’s sort of been assuming that Tentacle Orbs aren’t that kind of things that have names. That’s so rude! She should introduce herself and ask for their names!

A flare of caution lights up in Lilian’s mind at that and she frantically searches her new implanted information for any hint that there might be magic of the sort that gives people power over those that know their true name. None? None. Okay, she’s cleared to be polite!

“Also! Hello, my name is Lilian! What are your names?”

Lilian's name does not, actually, translate into Tentacled, and she can't pronounce it normally with her mouth full of prehensile phallus. This is fine. This pair Tentacle Orbs have the concept of proper nouns but not quite the concept of names like a lexical-language-speaking person would.

"We're called Medium-Orb and Bigger-Orb," Morb informs her cheerfully. The tonal pronunciation conveys the obvious shortening of 'Morb' and 'Borb'. It's only a slightly different psychic inflection that distinguishes.

Hmm, apparently, she just said her name was “Uuh u un”. Well, she supposes it doesn’t matter, really, apparently that isn’t really the kind of thing tentacle beings care about much? Or maybe just this type of tentacle being. Anyway, Morb and Borb it is!

Well, she’s supposed to be learning things, so she asks, “So, what’s going on in the homeflesh nowadays? And do either of you know much about what’s going on outside it? Also, um, are we heading anywhere in particular?”

It doesn’t really matter if they aren’t. Lilian doesn’t exactly have anywhere better to be or to be doing than wandering around asking questions.

All the while she’s basking in Morb’s caresses. This actually seems to be keeping her libido somewhat satisfied. Or maybe that sense of satisfaction is coming from the way it sort of feels like being snuggled? It’s more libidinous than most snuggling but probably things like tentacle orbs don’t bother to have a non-libidinous version of libido-adjacent things. Even their language is sex-adjacent, and she wouldn’t normally think of talking and having sex as particularly related, but in Tentacled they rather obviously are. Actually, she can probably check by querying her brain about whether Tentacled even has a native word for non-sexual snuggling, or if she would have to put together some weird compound word to try to get at the concept.

Their concept of 'non-sexual' like, exists, but it is not a natural category or easily applicable to libidinous things, no. It's mostly for violence and for inanimate (meaning psychic-null) objects.

"Rumors. Travelers from the north. You are more news from the outlands than we usually get, though," Borb says.

Borb lifts Lilian up onto the top of his roundness, sitting her there. Morb sticks close to keep its tentacles where they are, and they float on toward the north as a three-part entity.

Morb wriggles. "The rumors are about more than just travelers! We're traveling north because we heard a rumor going around that any beings who wish to aid in the safety and prosperity of the homeflesh should gather urgently at the Deep-Heart-Glisten-Palace! We don't know why or what's going on but it should be exciting to see the big orgy!" This comes across in the same spirit as, 'see the big city'.

Well. That’s. Ominous. She hopes she didn’t land on her new world just before the apocalypse kicks off.

No, wait, that’s silly. Apocalypses only get to happen once in a world, she’s probably not unlucky enough that this is one. More likely it’s some less fraught emergency, those should happen far more often.

Although she did get grabbed by something and granted rather a lot of power, now that she thinks about it. Is this why? Maybe it is that important, then.

“Oh. Do you know if anything new has been happening in the north recently, or longer ago? Is there anything special about the north, or anything strange up there?”

"Just that a lot of Tentacled have been moving south starting a few years ago," Morb says.

Float along float along molest the Lilian with phallus and feeler.

One might get the impression these two are well-meaning but not exactly accustomed to caring about news that doesn't directly affect them.

Yeah, if this were a fantasy novel that and the summons would be the first whispers of a growing apocalyptic threat that the plucky heroine either had to nearly-singlehandedly stop or learn enough humility to realize she couldn’t singlehandedly stop. Unfortunately, this isn’t actually a fantasy novel, so she isn’t sure how much her extrapolations from one would bear fruit.

Lilian says, “Let me make some openings down there,” and reaches down to between her legs as though she’s going to unzip holes that already exist. As she does, she sends a quick request to her suit to make those holes, pretty please. Her suit obliges. She’s left with openings to both of her oh-so-needy holes, and her cock out and twitching, no longer feeling the pleasant pressure of her suit against it and greedy for more stimulation. This is the first time she’s actually seen it, and it’s rather pleasing to her aesthetics. Its eight inches long and leaning towards smooth rather than veiny. Unconsciously, she grabs it and begins to stroke.

As she masturbates, she continues with, “That sure sounds like bad news.”

Borb lifts her up, holding her in place as it rotates under her to bring a gooey orifice in line with her. Then, she can lay flat on top of Borb's round bulk, thrusting her cock down into the provided tight fleshy sleeve while Morb's tentacles eagerly pump in and out of her pussy and ass.

"That's why we're making this journey," Morb says, its pleasure at finally having tentacles buried in all her holes coming through clearly. "It might be important to know about."

On they float, Lilian penetrating Borb, Borb penetrating Morb, and Morb penetrating Lilian, passing pleasure around in a loop. Having a human in the mix provides more psychic nourishment than just the two Tentacle Orbs could provide each other, so they're moving faster now.

As soon as she can see the orifice Lilian’s eyes lock onto it.

Her cock throbs.

She needs it.

The tentacles-cocks thrusting into her are nice. But she has some experience with that. She’s used to wanting something long and hard inside her, and to fulfilling that desire and feeling pleasantly filled. The bit where tentacle-cocks in particular are sexy is new. And so is the way it feels just as nice to fill up her ass as her pussy. But none of that is too much of an adjustment.

In contrast, her sudden aching desire to thrust, to have her cock squeezed tight and bathed in warm juices, to bury her cock deep in a warm wet hole and spurt, is entirely new. The way that the knowledge that this is a tentacle orifice makes it especially appealing is also new. And combined, those new desires grip her mind in a glove of soft velvet and make it suddenly very difficult to focus on anything else.

As soon as the orifice is close enough for her to thrust into, she does, almost frantic for the pleasure she instinctually knows it will provide her. And ooh, once she slides in, she knows her instincts were right. The pleasure of thrusting in and out of something tight, wet, and warm is new and lovely. The sheer gooeyness of it just makes it even more satisfying. And something about the way that she’s thrusting makes it a different kind of enjoyable from laying back and letting her suit pleasure her. 

It takes until her first orgasm for her to sheepishly remember she was going to try not to descend into unthinking lust again. She pulls mentally away from the pleasure a bit and asks, “So, what’s life like for humans out here on the homeflesh?”

Yup. That sure is a lot of psychic nourishment, with Lilian in the mix. And it's not like the purely physical pleasure isn't wonderful either, though Lilian is getting the better end of the deal there considering how much of her body is involved.

Morb and Borb do not have much in the way of a wider perspective, on human lives, but they can talk about the Lovers they were familiar with. Some were affectionate and attentive and like pet-friends, some were just passively accepting of anything that came along, and some were hedonistically single-minded. The pet-friends talk to each other and have sex sometimes, but neither of them know what about; unlike with Lilian those Lovers didn't speak more than rudimentary Tentacled.

As a unit the three of them float on, crossing miles of fleshscape, until eventually they come upon a recognizable landmark on the horizon. It's the Tall-Squirming-Cliff Waycamp! The first leg of their journey to the Deep-Heart-Glisten-Palace is complete. They'd originally planned to stop and recuperate here, but thanks to Lilian, they aren't tired. They'll stop in anyway, though.

The camp is largely as it was. Roamers carrying Lovers, dozens to hundreds embedded in a tall, squirming cliff wall, Lovers scattered around relaxing or lounging, and a small stage mimic.

At this time what looks like a wooden stage in the center of the camp is occupied by a naked woman with hair that glows and flows behind her with a sharp, airy grace, and what looks almost exactly like a pikachu tail, both trailing sparks and tendrils of ozone-smelling light as she dances and sings. The song is one that's easy for the surrounding musicians to follow, creatively named "We Like Sex!"

As Lilian is brought closer to the camp she hears singing. It’s, like, not the best singing. It’s still nice though! She thinks she can vaguely make out a figure dancing on what looks like a wooden stage?

She gets distracted for a bit by the lovely hole squeezing her cock as they approach, and the dancer is forgotten. A short time later, she returns from her lustful fugue and regains awareness of the outside world. She’s been getting better about paying attention to her surroundings, but it’s still something of a struggle, and she doesn’t always manage it.

When she looks back again at the camp, she’s close enough that she’s actually very nearly in the camp. And so she can make things out a bit better.

There’s a beautiful woman dancing on that stage. There’s a naked beautiful woman dancing on that stage. There a naked beautiful woman with lightning for hair, surrounded by trails of lightning dancing on that stage. 

This is the hottest thing she’s ever seen.

She's too distracted to realize where she recognizes that tail shape from.

She doesn't seem to notice the newcomer, she's actually dancing with her eyes closed. (And the dancing is a bit better than the singing. Certainly more athletic, if not especially - choreographed? She's doing flips and handstands and rapidly shifting between yoga-like poses.) After a couple more minutes she leaps head-first off the stage, being caught by several tentacles that suddenly whip out of the side of it and start fucking her, which she enthusiastically responds to.

Okay, now this lightning woman having sex, right in front of her, where she can see is the hottest thing she’s ever seen.

Her eyes are locked on to Lightning. Lightning’s body, Lightning’s tits, Lightning’s face.

Lightning’s pussy as it’s being fucked.

The pretty lightning lady probably won’t mind if she uses how hot she is to help herself get off? What with the song she was singing? And. She’s having sex in public, after all. It’s probably fine?

She redoubles her thrusting into the warm wet hole wrapped around her cock, eyes greedily drinking in Lightning’s form all the while.

When the stage mimic lets her go, she says something to the musician crowd, then takes another look around.

When she spots Lilian she pauses. Her eyes widen, and then her smile splits out into a grin, and she dashes towards her. "Hi! Welcome! Wow, you're strong enough to fight me!"

Oh. Wow. That grin. Pretty. Brain no work.

(She reflexively thrusts)

No! Brain must work! Or pretty lightning lady will think she’s stupid!

“Oh! Thank you! I haven’t ever fought much, so I don’t know if I’m any good at, even though I’m strong.”

Quickly Lilian, keep the conversation going!

“Um. We could try fighting if you want? If we’re careful not to hurt each other too much?”

Apparently, Lilian being strong enough to fight her is worth remarking over? Which mean’s Lightning’s probably pretty scary in a fight? Has she maybe made a horrible mistake? She hopes she hasn’t made a horrible mistake.

"That sounds fun! I like having lots of kinds of fun instead of just one. I only got to fight one thing that I remember, this giant worm thing. It would be mean to fight things that have no chance. Those clothes look strange."

"Hi welcome I noveltylust this human happy," she switches to Tentacled for Morb and Borb.

Well, it turns out that in addition to the astronomical amounts of sexy the lightning lady is also incredibly cute.

Lilian is about to respond to the implied question about her clothes when she parses what Lightning is saying about noveltylust. For. Her. She’s sort of new to Tentacled and has a bit of trouble parsing the only mostly grammatical sentence, but the “noveltylust” bit comes through loud and clear.

Lilian’s compulsive thrusting pauses for a second as the extra lust that inspires brings her over the edge. Some new instincts of hers kick in and she moans throatily as she cums, contorting her body ever-so-slightly in a way designed to show off the curves of her hips and ass and make them jiggle pleasantly.

Okay. She’s apparently going to be absurdly horny about this, but at least she can be sexy while doing it?

Through sheer force of "don't make the pretty lady think you're dumb" she manages to gasp out, "My clothes are alive! They make me stronger and,” moan, "other nice stuff."

The grin goes even wider for a moment at the moan.

"Cool! It looks like you're having fun, heheh. Where'd you come from? I hear there's a lot more world out there to go see. I want to go help more people soon."

Lilian blushes when Lightning comments on how much fun she’s having. She doesn't stop though.

“I was lost out in this horrible fungus place to the west of here, and when I found my way out, I ended up out here in the homeflesh. Um. If you want to help more people, I think there’s actually something pretty bad going on further north in the homeflesh? Apparently, anyone who wants to help keep this place safe should head to Deep-Heart-Glisten-Palace. That’s where me and Morb and Borb here are heading. I don’t really know any more though.”

"Oh dear. I don't know a lot of things yet, but that sounds like a good a place to go as any. ...After we fight. I really wanna fight, if you want to."

Lilian smiles.

“Sure! Just. Um. Give me a second to get in one last orgasm for the road.”

Lilian speeds up her thrusting, not wanting to keep the pretty lighting lady waiting. To help herself along she’s staring at Lightning’s pussy, her mind playing over fantasies of thrusting into her over and over until she spurts. The fantasy helps speed things up, and soon enough she’s orgasming again.

Spurt.

Spurt.

Spurt.

She really can’t get enough of that feeling. She’s been having sex for long enough now that any sense of dissatisfaction has dissolved under the torrent of pleasure, but there’s always the creeping temptation of just one more orgasm.

It’s worth it, for the pleasure.

Then, with a quick, “Goodbye, friends! See you soon!” she disentangles herself from Morb and Borb and dismounts with grace.

Then, to Lightning, she says, “So, um, we should probably head out of town for our fight? Oh! And my name’s Lilian, what’s yours?”

"Yeah, we need a patch of flesh that's pretty sturdy. I know a spot that might work, that way." (She points.) "I'm Lightning! It's kind of stupid but I haven't thought of anything better yet, so." She rubs a hand in her hair and looks away, embarrassed. 

Oh, Lilian has an opportunity to be the non-embarrassed one, she needs to take advantage of this while she can. She does her best to smile reassuringly at Lightning and say, “No, it fits! I’ve been thinking of you in my head this whole time as ‘pretty lightning lady’, so it’s nice to have a name! And besides, there’s nothing saying you can’t change it later if you feel like it.”

Hopefully that will help? She’s not sure. Also, Lightning is really cool and probably didn’t actually need reassurance in the first place on account of being The Sexiest Woman Alive, but still.

“Lead the way! And actually, we should probably describe our fighting styles a bit on the way to make sure we don’t hurt each other?”

"This way!" She bounces on her feet and leaps away at a right angle. "I dunno what to call it? I run around and hit things with lightning!"

Lilian follows behind Lightning.

Lightning’s bum jiggles as she runs.

Yes, this is how bums work, and really shouldn’t be any sort of news to Lilian, but it feels like important information regardless.

A fantasy flashes into her mind of grinding up against Lightning from behind. Before she gets too distracted by it, she pulls her eyes away from Lightning’s backside, leaps forward to run beside Lightning instead of behind her, and resolves to stay focused on the upcoming fight.

The mention of hitting things with lightning makes that a hard resolution to stick to, but she manages.

“Oh. I think I might do something like that too? I can make Lightning weapons and armor, anyway. And I’ve got some other spellcasting stuff I can do but it’s a lot slower. Oh, and lightning heals me. Hitting me with lightning weapons should still work though; they can still deal damage like normal weapons, they just shock you too.”

"Lightning heals you? Wow, that'll make this tough. Not- Hmm! I regenerate, I don't know if you do. Maybe this means we can hold back less."

"I regenerate too! And not dying is the thing I'm best at! As long as my brain doesn't get too damaged and I don't get decapitated I think I should be okay again pretty quickly. Not sure about the decapitation either."

She says this all of this with the tone of someone incredibly grateful that it's true.

"I also don't feel pain, but getting cut open too much would be pretty unnerving, so maybe we can use blunt weapons? I do think we should, like, start out pulling our punches and get stronger over time? I don't want either of us to accidentally collapse the other's ribcage."

Also, oops, Lilian just realized her cock is still out. She tucks it safely away inside her suit but doesn't bother to close up the holes again. They might be useful for later, and she doesn't want to have to try to persuade her suit friend to open them up where people can see again.

Also, if her cock is tucked away she can tell her suit friend to get her off if she gets too distracted while fighting Lightning. It won't want to use its tentacles while people can maybe see them, but it can suckle on her cockhead behind her armor unnoticed.

Orgasming in the middle of the fight would be pretty distracting but could maybe prevent her from collapsing into a puddle of lust. 

She makes a long thoughtful noise.

"I've never gotten seriously hurt. It might be interesting. But it might not be, I guess. Holding back is a good idea. Anyway, here we are!"

She waves to a bowl-like valley beneath them, free of any wriggling walls or tentacle pits and with striations of bone-like growth. You could fit a house there, though not a huge stadium.

"I don't really remember but I think we're supposed to stand far apart and count to ten or something?"

Lilian giggles. 

"Ooh, just like a duel! Yes, let's. I've never fought a duel before, this should be fun! Oh, should we make our armor and weapons before we start the counting, or after its finished, or what? Either way's good practice for different things."

If she gets to start the fight with weapons and armor prepared, Lilian will be starting the fighting encased in armor of lighting and with a crackling quarterstaff gripped in her hands.

"Oh, I don't know how to use armor, and I think it'd slow me down, but sure!"

Lightning's preferred weapon is apparently a spear, or a brace of spears. She scatters them around her, standing straight up, as her battle preparation. She stands calmly and breathes deeply as she counts down.

"...One. Zero!"

Her first act is to spin and throw two spears, one at each of her opponent's legs, and then pick up two more and continue the bombardment, grinning.

Lilian is abstractly aware of the fact that she's wearing two layers of armor over her legs and regenerates. She'd even had the thought that she could try rushing through projectile attacks.

Nevertheless, her immediate instinct is to jump straight upwards in response. This does let her dodge the first two spears, but once she's in the air she realizes it rather leaves her a sitting duck in midair for the next few.

Well, two can play at the "throwing things" game. Lilian pulls back her arm and launches her quarterstaff at Lightning, summoning more as quickly as she can. Maybe it will throw off Lightning's aim?

She twists out of the way in a dodge as natural as reaching out to grab something, back arching as her breasts spin, barely losing half a second, and throws another and another and another, leg leg arm chest arm leg-

(She's running out of pre-prepared ammo, though)

Don't look at her breasts. Don't look at her breasts.

The two aimed at her legs strike as they were meant to, but are turned aside by her armor. Fortunately, legs are small and relatively tightly curved.

The armor doesn't break, but only because Lightning was holding back. 

She lands. Now she can do the obvious thing and zig-zag quickly. 

Wait, no, she can go intangible temporarily, that's the obvious way to close in. She launches herself towards a spot on the bowl slightly to the side of Lightning, planning to whack her as she goes by, using her brief moment of intangibility to dodge through the rest of Lightning's thrown spears.

She messes up the timing on the one aimed for her chest. Her lightning armor is thick enough there that it and the spear dissolve into regular electricity, rather than the spear punching through. Enough force is transmitted behind that to leave behind rather large bruise, even on Lilian's toughened flesh. Fortunately, the electricity crackling through her gets to work on healing it. Unfortunately, that same electricity feels very good. Lilian's core clenches and her cock throbs.

She still manages to phase through the rest, half on reaction time and half on luck.

She swings her quarterstaff at Lightning, pulling her strike far more than she reasonably should. An unenhanced human would barely be bruised by that.

It's slow enough that Lightning should be able to bat it away without difficulty.

Lightning deflects the swinging quarterstaff upwards and steps forward, inside her guard, crouching low and launching hand strikes at her elbow and shoulder joints even as she impacts Lilian breasts-first, trying to knock her over. Or at least off balance.

She wants to try something. While they're close, she pulls just slightly at part of that molded electrical energy. It's not hers but it could be hers, it feels like... Can she pull it, affect it even a bit, ideally without alerting Lilian of this new knowledge?

Then she thunders backwards with a powerful kick, bruising the fleshy ground. "Ooh! You can do that whoosh thing too! Cool!"

Lilian doesn’t actually feel pain, anymore, but she can still feel pressure, and so her instincts for pulling back from things like elbow-strikes are fully functional. She flinches in a way entirely normal for humans without any combat experience. The abnormal thing is where she, quick as instinct, catalogues the inefficiencies and counterproductiveness of her instincts and resolves to do better. Lilian will not realize this is odd until later.

For now, at least, Lightning’s attempt to unbalance Lilian works perfectly. Lilian is agile enough not to completely fall over, though, and recovers quickly. Still, it gives Lightning time and control of the fight.

Lightning can pull Lilian's molded energy, the ability noticeable far before it’s having enough effect for Lilian to be aware of it.

Lilian cheerfully shouts, “It is cool, isn’t it!” and then uses precisely that whoosh thing to launch herself at Lightning again, this time planning to hold back much less.

She can affect another's lightning-armor. Not very well. Not nearly as well as her own stuff. Something half remembered whispers: Because you're the Thunderstorm. All is swept up into the storm.

She can work with that.

Lightning normal-dodges to the left, laughing, then Hyper Dodges to try and get behind her, and the next few moments of the fight are a flurry of high-mobility zooming around, ended only when Lightning starts setting up tripwires of semi-flexible electrical energy to crowd the battlefield.

Lilian manages to keep up with the zooming, her normal human instincts for movement failing to get in the way like her old instincts for fighting do.

Fighting like this, moving like this, is unlike anything Lilian has ever done. It brings something alive in her, a joy in movement and physical contest she's never felt before.

She feels a brief, intense burst of gratitude towards her benefactor.

And then the tripwires come out, and things become much more difficult. Lilian leaps over and around some, and bulls through others.

This is a mistake. 

When the tripwires snap and dissolve back into electricity, they shock her, as electricity is wont to due. The tingling pleasure as she kicks through one wire after another builds and builds. Not enough that she's having trouble focusing, yet, but it'll get that way eventually.

By this point, the way that getting shocked temporarily slows her reaction time and occasionally makes her flinch slightly is very noticeable to Lightning. It would be even to a person without her finely-honed instincts.

Lightning, meanwhile, is not nearly as slowed down by her own obstacles. She can't go through them, but feels on an instinctual level where they are, and can bend them, at least. She's still not going all-out - that's not the point, here.

"You're doing great!" She calls out during the small lull that one of her snapping tripwires creates. "Isn't this so fun? Just doing, moving and pushing and hitting and not even stopping to think, just seeing what you can do because you CAN~!"

Lilian’s purely non-sexual joy in this is blending together, now, with the insistent pulsing of lust she’s feeling.

That just makes it more fun, really.

The tripwires aren’t annoying, exactly, when snapping them feels oh so nice. But they very much are impairing her. And Lightning very nearly has full freedom of movement. Well, time to change that. She makes balls of lightning in her hands one after the other and throws them after Lightning as she chases her, hoping to trip her up, or at least force her to dodge.

All the while, she’s smiling. Lightning’s joy is infectious, and she calls back, “It is fun. I’m so glad I decided to do this!”

Lightning is forced to dodge more often, and their chosen field of battle gets very, very crowded. It might start to be hard to follow where Lightning is as she keeps moving around and throwing more and more bright, sparking obstacles in Lilian's direction.

As Lilian impacts more and more of Lightning's obstacles and disrupts them it gets harder and harder to focus. Her pleasure's slowly building as time passes, and Lilian is rather aware that she's on something of a time limit before she loses control of herself.

Lilian does, in fact, lose track of Lightning in and among all the obstacles. As soon as she realizes what's happened she stops and reforms her torso armor as quickly as she can. If she's about to get surprise attacked, better to be as well-defended as possible.

Her opponent is confused. This is excellent. You want to be the one in control, in a fight.

Time for the big finale. She giggles for a moment as she pulls on all the highly electrified energy in the air.

She is the Thunderstorm. There's no fine control, no sophistication. Just force and motion. The field of tripwires and lightning-spears discharge against each other in flash-bulb thunder. The balls of lightning warp up into the sky and flicker like crackling fireworks. The lightning-formed armor is peeled away, disintegrating into electrical mana as it goes, and Lightning rushes forward towards Lilian's back.

Lilian barely has a moment to notice what’s going on before all the electricity overwhelms her self-control completely. It just feels so good. Her mind has been modified enough to ensure that she could stay standing through this. She could stay alert for the attack which is surely coming. As the lightning shocking her pushes her over the edge into delicious orgasm, she doesn’t care about any of that.

Lilian’s hips jerk forward as she ejaculates. Her core clenches rhythmically. Her eyes roll up into the back of her head. Pleasure rolls over her in waves and she wallows in it. Her spasms knock her over onto her hands and knees and her tongue lolls out of her mouth as she spurts.

It’s the most intense orgasm she’s experienced yet.

She never wants it to end.

Well that makes it even easier to grab those hands and pin them to her back, Lightning's weight and strength controlling her.

"I win," she whispers into Lilian's ear, "That was amazing fun. And you're really hot right now. May I fuck you?"

“Yes! Yes yes please more yes oh it feels so good!” she screams out, wiggling her ass back and forth temptingly all the while.

She wants something inside her so badly.

"Mm!"

She's been in a sort of shy mood about it, liking the 'cleaner' look of her body when it's retracted. But she does have a cock, and it's more uncomfortable to keep in when she's really aroused. Like right now. When there's a new, fun, hot girl right here who wants to be fucked.

She kisses Lilian on the back of her neck and rubs her cock over her pussy for a moment, her hair falling on Lilian's back and sending more electricity into her. She thrusts her cock forward with a groan, and then reaches around to tightly hug her and her living clothes with one arm, the other continuing to pin her hands at the small of her back.

When she feels Lightning’s cock against her pussy she moans. Oh, she wants it. Then the extra pleasure from Lightning’s hair tingles through her and makes her pussy spasm even more.

She’s too scattered to do anything like wonder where Lightning was hiding something like that. What does that matter compared to the pleasure of feeling it thrust into her and make her blissfully full?

Lilian pushes her hips back greedily into Lightning’s and shudders in bliss when Lightning’s arm wraps around her.

Warm.

Safe.

She sighs happily. Lightning’s power over her is like a warm blanket on a cold day.

She kisses Lilian all along her back as they go, panting in delight.

She's not a tentacle orb, she's not insatiable, just indefatigable. After cumming once and making sure Lilian has a great orgasm as well, she moves to shift them to lying in their sides on a cuddle, her cock still warmly ensconced inside Lilian, still holding her tightly, but no longer moving more than slightly.

"This is a great day. I wanna follow you, wherever you're going next. Deep heart something? -I kind of want to fall asleep like this right now though."

By the time Lightning orgasms, Lilian’s been cumming for a while. She started when Lightning shocked her and sort of never properly stopped for a while, just rode one long orgasm up and down. She may not have any limit on how many orgasms she can squeeze out, but she’s feeling very pleased with how things went here.

Once Lightning rolls them over into cuddling, Lilian happily snuggles back into her. Lightning’s cock inside her makes her feel extra cuddled. It’s nice. The slight movements Lightning’s making are more than enough to keep her feeling pleasantly needy.

When Lightning mentions being tired, Lilian yawns. When she talks about sleeping together in a non-colloquial sense, happy warmth burbles up inside her.

“Yeah. Deep Heart Glisten Palace. And. Sleeping like this sounds nice.”

"Sounds interesting. Let's take a nap then."

Lightning, it so happens, possesses the ability to fall asleep most anywhere. Not exactly on command, but nothing's particularly bothering them, as the area was very recently a hazardous battlefield and some of the less sturdy flesh in this little meetingspot-throughway is a bit... Singed.

Snugglesqueeze. Zzzzzz.

Lilian, as it happens, takes a bit longer to fall asleep than that. So, she gets to spend several long, cozy minutes snuggled up in Lightning’s arms before she finally falls asleep.

Their nap is disturbed eventually by a quivering running through the Pink the ground rising and tilting ever so slightly and vibrating subtly, as if some titanic breath was taken in elsewhere.

Lightning stands and stretches and yawns.

"...Hey, Lilian, I was wondering. What is 'evil'? I remember the word and kind of have a feeling about it, but something about it seems..." She trails off.

Lilian is abstractly aware that this is sort of a strange thing to wake up to, but you couldn't pay her money to pretend to care.

And wow, Lightning's missing a lot of memories, isn’t she? That’s a concept most people pick up young and hold close.

“That is a surprisingly hard question to answer. I guess the easiest and most widely agreed upon answer would be that it’s the opposite of good, but that just passes the buck to what good is. So, instead I’ll say that evil can be a range of different things. I think I’ll just try to give a bunch of examples to point to the idea in case that jogs your memories. Evil is hurting people in ways they don’t want to be hurt. It’s not caring about people, and so deciding it’s perfectly okay to hurt them or make their lives worse for your own personal satisfaction. It’s wanting to make people’s lives worse for its own sake and letting yourself do it.

“It’s more complicated than any of that, because good is more complicated than any few sentences can sum up. It’s like how you want to do lots of different things, and so if you tried to sum up everything you like doing in a few sentences you’d miss things. Good is deliberately helping you do those things or helping to arrange the world so that you can do it yourself. Evil is willfully, deliberately stopping you, or intentionally arranging the world so you can’t. Sometimes things are complicated, and doing something has too many different results for everything to line up good or evil, but sometimes it’s simple.”

Headtilt. "Not very clear-cut, is it? Yeah, I remember- It's really complicated. Someone told me once 'all you can do is your best'. I wish I remembered more, I know I was someone, and with someone, but I feel like... It's been a long time. There was a book-" Frown. "Things are simpler here in the Pink. Most things here want sex and that's about it. It's relaxing, but I still miss the rest. I want to go see it all soon."

“All you can do is your best. That’s a good way to put it.

“And yeah, this place feels like a really good place to take a vacation, and maybe even live with how fast I can run. But I don’t think I’d want to only be here. I want to see cities and learn magic and make lots of friends and learn everything about the world I can. Having sex is nice, and sometimes I feel like I could spend all my time doing it, but I wouldn’t actually want to, you know?

“I wouldn’t want to leave before figuring out what’s going on with the ominous rumors from the north, though. I’m pretty strong compared to most people, given how the fact that I was strong enough to fight you at all was something worth remarking on. If something really bad is coming, I could maybe help stop it, and so I should.”

"Yeah, we need lots of different stuff to do instead of just one thing! I remember - an argument, no a debate, about this, but not who it was. It was like, there's always more people to save, are you just going to save people forever? You'll never be done. And I was like, well I made a difference to that one. And that one. And that one. -I get the feeling Charity wants me to help here even besides that, though."

Lilian smiles. Lightning is good. Lilian thinks she remembers a pretty similar debate back from her home, actually. She guesses people, or at least the humanlike ones, are the same everywhere.

It’s a nice thought. That no matter where you go in the multiverse, you’ll find people talking about throwing starfish back into the sea.

That word Lightning said, “charity” but as a proper noun, it rings a bell.

“Charity?”

"The Charity Queen? The goddess?"

Wait, goddess? A goddess maybe actually communicating with people, and being real? Huh. Well, she is in a fantasy universe, she probably should have expected it.

Does Lilian trust Lightning enough to just blurt out that she’s from another world, and that’s why she didn’t know one of the local goddesses? She wants to. And she’s pretty sure she’ll end up that way if she knows her for long enough. But what if she’s got some horrible brain parasite sitting in the back of her head waiting to take over and turn her to the side of evil? What if there’s a mind control wizard one tentacle community over that will make Lightning tell them all the secrets? What if only evil gods grab people, and so everyone will think Lilian’s evil?

But “Charity” sounds so familiar. Not just as a piece of information half-remembered in the back of her mind about her new home, but as someone she knows. Maybe that’s who saved her?

It’s been a long, long time since she’s prayed. Maybe now is a good time to change that.

Charity, are you there? Is it safe for me to tell Lightning about things?

A sense of warmth and pleasure. The sensation of being squeezed tight. The knowledge that she’s safe, and that things are going to be okay.

If she dies, eventually she’ll wake back up, warm and safe and cared for. Nothing can take this from her.

A brush of who this mind reaching out to her is, life and joy and a boundless beautiful cycle.

A tentacle coiling friendlily around Lightning.

Oh. That is who saved her.

And Lightning is safe, apparently! Lilian is very happy about this! She didn’t want to keep secrets from her new friend!

“I woke up a little ago out in the Fringe, with no memories of what this world is like, and a bunch of random knowledge of dangerous things I should avoid shoved into my mind, like I’d read a book about it. Instead of memories of this world, I had memories of a different one, one without magic or tentacle beings but much better technology. I died there. I’m, um, pretty sure the Charity Queen just told me she saved me.

“Maybe she wants me to help with something too.”

She stops, then, and realizes what that sounds like. What people on her old world would think of someone saying something like that.

“If you maybe think I’ve actually just been messed with by an evil mind mage or something I don’t blame you? And I guess I can’t actually rule it out. So that would be a pretty reasonable thing to think, I think. But it doesn’t feel right. I’ve got so many memories, and I think faking them all would probably be hard.”

"-Doesn't sound impossible? Everything has to come from something. I've never heard of any of that, but I also woke up without a clear picture of my history."

Lilian sounds stressed and scared. The obvious action: Hug.

"It does kinda hurt, doesn't it? Uncertainty."

Lilian sighs happily in Lightning’s arms.

Being held is nice enough to dispel any lingering disquiet.

Nice as it is, she should probably respond to what Lightning said instead of just luxuriating in the warm happiness of Hug.

“Yeah, it’s not fun. Not when it matters, at least. Unfortunately, there’s no way out but through.”

She nods to herself, nuzzling against the crook of Lightning’s neck in the process.

Multitasking!

"I feel like there's something huge I've forgotten. But it's... Not fine. But it's not going away, so. Just ignore it? Maybe not the best idea, but ehehehe..."

Lilian frowns.

“Yeah, I don’t really know the balance there. Does it seem like it might be urgent, or like ancient history? If it’s just some really bad memories it’s probably fine not to dig them up, if you don’t want to.”

"Old. Very old. The oldest."

Siiiigh.

Now that Lightning’s the one feeling sad it’s Lilian’s turn to provide comfort snuggles. She rests her head on Lightning’s shoulder and squeezes her tight, careful to modulate her strength enough that it’s comforting, not painful.

“Then you can probably afford not to try to dredge it up. It’ll probably come back some day, if you’ve still got inklings of it, but no need to push yourself to remember faster.”

Now she's crying. Like most everything else, she does it unreservedly. Sobbing, really.

Oh no. Lilian holds her tight and whispers, “It’s okay, I’m here. I’m here as long as you need me.”

She cries for a while, muttering under her breath.

"It was - there was - I had - something beautiful, but nothing lasts forever. I used to live in... A kingdom. In a castle. There was grass and trees and rocks. And- Gone. All gone."

Oh. When Lightning said “old”, she meant it.

She’s feeling a slow pulsing urge to make it better somehow. But she can’t. And this isn’t about her and her emotions anyway. It’s about being here for Lightning while she needs her.

What do you say to someone who’s lost quite literally everything but themselves?

Lilian doesn’t know.

But she can hold Lightning tight, and be here for her. That doesn’t require words.

Eventually the crying peters off into sniffles, and then later to her saying, "I want to take another nap now. Or maybe fling myself into a pit for a while. Or just scream. You don't have to stay here."

Lilian gives Lightning another squeeze.

“If you’d like to be alone, I can do that. But if you’d prefer to have company in the pit, or someone to hug you after you scream or while you nap, I’d rather stay.”

"I'm gonna go find a pit for a few hours. It- They're kind of simple in some ways and simple. Is good right now."

Hug.

"Find me when you want to go. Tassif will be able to."

Lilian gives what she hopes is a comforting smile. “Okay, I’ll do that.”

And off she goes. She’s concerned, of course she is. But she’s not going to inflict herself on someone who’d rather process their grief alone. The fact that their method of processing it is a bit odd doesn’t change that.

She hopes Lightning will be okay. She’s lost a lot. More than anyone else she’s ever known.

"Thanks. See ya later."