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The inside of the research building feels awfully sanitized. Clean slick walls, cold glossy pavements, and rows of buzzing neon lights popping up at every turn. Not a drop of ink, graffiti, or personality in sight. The Octoling known as Eight walks the halls carefully, weapons in hand, without saying a word. The only sounds she can hear are the squeaking of her sneakers against the waxed floors and the slow whirring of Pearl’s propeller.
They reach the end of the corridor and walk up a white ramp, towards an elevator. When they see themselves reflected on its chrome doors, Eight’s attention gets completely engulfed by the way her drabby bodysuit sticks to her body. It’s tight, and itchy, and ugly, and it makes her feel both constricted and completely exposed. It makes her long for her old clothes, the one she had on before waking up in this twisted-up Inkopolis. She wonders where they could have gone.
Eight is brought back to reality by a loud beeping noise. The elevator light blinks a red, down-pointing arrow.
“Someone’s coming!” Pearl shouts, cowering behind her escort.
The Octoling readily aims her guns at the doors, prepping herself to take a clean shot.
When they open, however, no monstrous fish comes out. All Eight and Pearl see, is a green-skinned Octoling, staring back at them from behind a pair of thick, red shades.
The stranger is wearing a black dress and their left arm is bandaged, clearly wounded. “Hey,” they greet them coldly.
“You with those fish we busted up?!” Pearl squeaks, revving herself up for a fight. “Sic ‘em, Eight!”
“Cool it. I’m not your enemy. Just another bystander who got sucked in against their will.” They step aside and gesture to the duo to join them inside the elevator. “Come with me if you want to make it out of here alive.”
“Why should we trust you?!”
“I’m Marina’s friend, Pearl. My name is Acht.”
“H-huh?! For real?! Yo, lead with that one next time!” The drone hovers towards Eight. “Lower your weapons, squiddo. Let’s hear what this dude has to say.”
Acht leans back on the handrail and stares as the two awkwardly wander in. The inside of the lift is spacious and sterile, and soft music is playing from an unseeable speaker. The ceiling is made of reflective glass. Pearl buzzes inside like an angry mosquito. “So, are you going to speak up or not?!”
“I said, cool it.” Acht replies, pressing the button for the highest floor in the building. “We’re not safe down here. Let’s get somewhere else, first. Then we can talk.”
The doors shut behind them and the platform slowly starts ascending. Pearl huffs and pushes Eight to the other side of the elevator. She whispers to her.
“Squiddo, I don’t care if this bozo says they know Marina. They’re acting really coy, too coy, and I don’t like that one bit. Keep an eye on them.”
Eight nods, hands still gripped on her pistols. Her gaze darts up and down the stranger’s body, studying every minutia of their physique. She notices their outfit.
Acht’s black dress is not completely opaque, their vibrant green skin shines through the dark, see-through fabric. Their chest and their butt press firmly against the thin material, exposing the stranger’s odd choice of underwear. Beneath that dress, they are wearing nothing but tight, small, black lingerie. Their bra is one or two sizes too small for their big, round tits, constricting them and forcing them to overflow at the edge of the cups. Their panties are also too tiny, they dig in their thighs, and their low-cut design forces part of their toned ass to poke out. Eight swallows down hard and feels the lower side of her bodysuit tighten around her features. She can see everything, and the fact Acht looks so unbothered by her ogling somehow makes it even more exciting.
“Yo, Eight…?” Pearl asks in a worried tone, not realizing what’s going on. “Is something wrong? You don’t look so good.”
The comment immediately prompts Acht to draw her attention towards Eight. They notice the bulge in her pants, paired with her flustered look. She jumps back and tries to turn the other way, but the stranger reaches her before she has the chance to do so. They force her with her back against the wall.
“Hey! What the hell are you doing?!” Pearl shouts and starts buzzing angrily. “Watch out, Eight!”
“What do you have there…?” Acht ignores the drone and places their warm, smooth hand on Eight’s crotch. They feel her hardness, her size, the way it twitches under their touch. Acht nods coldly, almost medically. “I see. I was wondering why you were staring so hard, a moment ago.”
The Octoling shakes her head in a panic, desperate to deny all accusations. Her face is beet red, her eyes squeezed shut. Their touch feels way too good, and their half-naked body is way, way too close for comfort.
“Your body is far more honest than you are.” Acht notes coldly, hand still moving up and down Eight’s bulge. “And besides, there’s no way you can focus on the mission while you’re like this.”
“Yo! What are you guys whispering about-HEY!” Pearl gasps.
In one single movement, Acht manages to push the crotch part of Eight’s bodysuit to the side and uncover her bits. The Octoling’s cock springs out hard and girthy, fully erect and already dripping with thick, transparent precum. Her balls are also unveiled, so round and weighed down by days and days of forced abstinence. Ever since she woke up in this bizarre place, she never had the chance to relieve herself.
Acht goes down on her knees before drawing attention to their bandaged arm. “I got wounded pretty badly a few days ago, so you’ll forgive me if I don’t use my hands.”
They open their mouth and present Eight with their glistening, smooth tongue, before taking the tip of her shaft past their lips.
The Octoling exhales loudly and drops her weapons. She holds onto the handrail behind her and immediately starts thrusting her hips forward, her judgment clouded by the intense pleasure coursing through her body.
Despite having their partner moving so violently, Acht keeps on dutifully servicing her with a neutral expression. Their wounded hand is limp to their side, while their healthy one grips onto Eight’s hip for added balance. They allow her to get deeper past their lips at every push, until they can feel her cock shoot its precum down their throat. They don’t stop until they reach the base, until they have tasted every inch of her massive, twitching member.
“That’s sick…” Pearl comments disgusted, backing away from the events unfolding.
Suddenly, Eight lets out a sharp squeak. Her body has already reached its limit, and she’s begging to finish inside. She bucks her hips and bares her teeth when the first spurt of hot, thick cum erupts from her throbbing cock. Acht keeps her inside their throat without flinching, greedily extracting every drop of her massive load. Their tongue reaches out of her mouth to lick the stray drip of spunk that escaped down Eight’s shaft. When it comes out of Acht, the cock is coated in thick, shiny spit, scintillating brightly under the buzzing neon lights. The two Octolings take a moment to catch their breath. Pearl stares at them from the corner of the elevator, still processing what happened.
“You’re still hard.” Acht notes in what could only be assumed to be a disappointed tone. Their eyes dart to the lift’s floor display. “But we still got time.”
Eight stares down, humiliated. Her heart is pistoning in her chest, her body still trembling, her breathing still heavy. And yet, she still craves more. She reaches down and begins stroking herself, her body reacting with an immediate, eager response.
Acht backs against the wall, eyes locked on their plaything. They push their panties past their ankles, and open their legs. Silvery strings of juices race down their inner thighs.
“Would you mind? I’m still not loose enough.” Acht invites her, not bothering to lift the dress out of the way. Eight can just barely see the outline of Acht’s shaven mound through the mesh of their see-through dress.
Pearl tries to say something, but her voice wavers. She feels powerless as she watches Eight hurry towards Acht, fall to her knees, and stick her face between their thighs. The heat and the scent coming off their body are intoxicating. Behind those thick, red shades, their eyes are filled with anticipation, no matter how hard they’re trying to keep a straight face. “Hold still.” They command her in a firm tone, taking immense pleasure in seeing the Octoling squirm impatiently beneath them.
Eight looks up pleadingly, hungry. Her fingers squeeze around Acht’s lap, her mouth inches away from the source of her desire. She whines like a puppy while humping her rock-hard cock against their naked leg. All inhibitions and shames are lost to the prospect of cumming balls-deep inside of that hot, sticky, tight pussy. She feels like she’s about to explode; one wrong move and she’ll end up making a mess all over the floor.
Acht grabs her by the cheek with their uninjured hand. They pull her in and against them, until her nose is pressed firmly against their mound. Their skin is so soft, and the heat coming off of her makes Eight’s head spin. She lets her tongue out, desperately panting like a dog.
“Good girl.” Acht strokes her face, praising her for holding back. Shivers go down her spine, and precum starts gushing out of her cock like a broken faucet.
“Now, get to work.”
Notes:
Thank you for reading!
I had a lot of fun writing this one. Have had the idea since the trailer for Side Order came out a few months ago, and only recently got down to write it. The events in the fic are also partially inspired by a very gorgeous artwork by Twitter/X user @hizake, who drew Acht and made their black dress semi-transparent. That artwork did things to me, man.
By the way, chapter 2 is already completed, I just need some time to clean it up a bit. I'll try to post it by the end of the month but I have a few big projects coming up. It's been a really busy week. Month. Year.See you next chapter!
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The sweet, warm taste of Acht’s juices makes Eight’s body quiver, to the point she has to hold onto her partner’s legs for support. The Octoling’s tongue eagerly digs into their folds, lapping onto them and licking them clean. She looks up pleadingly and sees Acht staring at her from behind her thick shades, their expression unreadable.
“Good girl.” They note. A simple praise, but it’s more than enough to send Eight over the moon. Eyes widened from the excitement and the pleasure, she begins humping their leg like a mutt in heat.
Acht towers over her composedly. Their face is stuck into an unimpressed morph, but the amount of nectar that is trickling down her legs is enough proof of how much they’re being pleasured by Eight’s high efforts. They don’t shy away when they feel her cock grinding against their ankle. “How much do you want to fuck me?”
Eight doesn’t look up. She increases her pace and drives her tongue even deeper inside of their slit. A whimper escapes her throat every time she moves out of the way to breathe before nesting back between her legs.
“I said, how much do you want to fuck me?”
The Octoling whimpers louder. She wants to be heard, but with no voice, she needs her actions to speak louder than words. Her arms wrap around Acht’s waist, her hips keep thrusting forward. The pool of precum between her legs grows wider.
“Oi, Eight, get a grip…” Pearl interjects timidly, but her comment is ignored.
“How much do you want to put your cock inside me?” They repeat, taking great pleasure in watching the Octoling quiver. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you even come inside.”
Eight freezes and bites on her own tongue. Her whole body tenses and stiffens, her tongue stops servicing Acht. For a second, she seems to mull over that offer, but that’s not what’s happening. Drowned in the pleasure of imagining herself inside Acht, Eight lets out a low groan, and a torrent of hot, sticky fluid shoots from her cock and lands all over the stranger’s feet. One spurt, two spurts, three spurts, four spurts. Her expression turns from blissful to desperate as she realizes all that load should’ve filled Acht’s holes, instead of going to waste in a pitiful, hands-free orgasm.
“Oh, poor girl. You’ve made a big mess.” Acht coos as they come down from their own orgasm. Their hands gently pats Eight’s head when they notice the tears swelling down the corner of her eyes. “Was coming in my mouth a few minutes ago not enough?”
The Octoling keeps whining and sniveling at their feet, one hand vigorously running over the length of their shaft, in an effort to keep it erect. Their eyes pleads silently, begging Acht for the promised reward.
“Just a few more floors and we’ll be there.” They explain. The index and middle fingers of their uninjured hand slip down their mound and spread their opening, revealing the oddly colored insides. “Think you can go one more time before then?”
Eight’s cock springs rock-hard again. She jumps on her feet and immediately pushes Acht to the wall, holding them by the pelvis. The desire to cum inside such a beautiful, lustful body is wiping all the good manners and logical thinking out of her brain. Her cock presses against Acht’s lower belly, picturing how deep it’ll go if she manages to push it all the way inside. She sees that her tip reaches just past the stranger’s navel- a vision that makes Eight pant and groan like a mindless beast.
“Easy, easy…” Acht reprimands her, but doesn’t pull away from the forceful grip.
The Octoling reels back and re-aims her dick between their legs. Carefully, she drives it past their meaty thighs and makes it clash against the entrance which, despite being spread open and lovingly lubricated, initially struggles to accept her full girth. Eight gulps down and tries not to get overwhelmed. When she manages to push the tip inside, she almost winces at how hot and tight Acht is. She feels a surge of pleasure coursing through her and forces herself to stop immediately, knowing that any sudden move from here on out now would make her cum immediately. Even pulling out would result in her spurting another hot load all over the floor.
And while Eight plans her next move, Acht’s eyes wander over to Pearl, who has gone suspiciously quiet.
When the Agent is ready to act again, she does so in long, slow thrusts. Her entire length slides in and out of them with ease, massaged by her tight walls, forcing Eight’s expression to melt in pleasure and her posture to hunch forward.
Acht opens their mouth with a moan, the pleasure finally taking hold of them- it’s hard to keep a straight face when a cock this girthy is ramming in and out of your most sensitive spots. Eight is moving with no regards for them, and she’s not going to stop until she’s had her fill, forcing the stranger to hold tight against the handrails of the elevator and get their guts rearranged.
“Yeh… Yeh… That’s it…” Acht tries to sound still in control, but the resolve in their words are muffled by the loud slapping from Eight slamming her balls against their ass with every push.
Every time she pulls out, Acht’s walls coil around her and suck her member back in, making her moan and howl like crazy. She retaliates, moving faster and faster, grinding violently against their deepest spots with reckless abandon, and every move in this fight for dominance only brings them closer and closer to a shared release. Eight doesn’t want this feeling to end, so she pulls out completely and allows her soaked, twitching cock to rest against Acht’s belly. When she does so, rivers of precum erupt from her dick and form huge stains on both of their outfits. Edging like this feels just too good, and Eight soon finds herself hooked, repeating the process again and again, slamming her cock inside of Acht before pulling out and waiting for her body to stop shaking from the denied pleasure.
Tired of waiting and knowing their time is almost up, Acht lets go of the handrail and wraps their arms around Eight’s neck, forcing her massive member inside. They unroll their tongue and present their mouth without saying anything, hoping the Octoling will forget about her greedy self-pleasure and take them. Behind their thick shades, Acht’s eyes are watery and rolled up into their head, bracing for the approaching orgasm.
Without thinking about it twice, Eight sticks her tongue into Acht’s mouth in a blind frenzy. The Octoling, completely possessed by lust, quickly overcomes the stranger’s thin body, pinning them against the wall and fucking their brains out. There’s no more mission, there’s no more itchy clothes, there’s no more Pearl: there’s just Eight, and the womb she desperately wants to breed.
And when she feels her balls tingling and her cock throbbing, she stands on her tiptoes until her entire length has completely disappeared within them.
With a loud groan, Eight unloads her third orgasm. The feeling of Acht’s walls tightening around her makes her scream in pleasure, and her spurts quickly fill the stranger’s tight pussy until it overflows. After every last drop of spunk has been wringed out of her, the Agent’s hips give out and she falls limp on the floor, sated.
The stranger falls to the ground as well, thick cum gushing out of their twitching pussy. Their shades fall to the side and, for a brief moment, they reveal a melted, cross-eyed face, drowned in an orgasm that still hasn’t subsided. When they regain enough control of their body, their first move is to quickly put the glasses back on.
“Very well.” They say, trying to fix their erratic breathing, their body still shaking. “Looks like I’ve finally managed to calm you down.”
Silence falls across the elevator, disturbed only by the exhausted panting of the two Octoling, and the buzzing of Pearl’s propellers. Soon after, the doors open to allow access to an empty hallway. Acht stands on their legs and pulls their panties back up, allowing their fabric to soak in the hot, sticky liquid still gushing out of their entrance. Acting like nothing has happened, they walk out of the elevator with a casual, unimpressed strut, expecting their guest to follow suit.
Eight tucks her flaccid cock back into their suit and wobbles out herself. She stops after a few steps, noticing that Pearl is not moving. The little bot is still hovering in the corner of the elevator shaft, no sound coming out of its little speakers.
Somewhere else, in a dark room filled with computer screens, a naked Pearl is laying back on her recliner chair. Her index, middle, and ring finger move in and out of her aching pussy feverishly; so fast that spurts of nectar come shooting out by the sides and end up staining the leather seat.
When she approaches orgasm, the idol’s free hand grabs the mouse and zooms on a still picture of Eight’s erect cock. She imagines the girthy member ravaging her holes and filling her up with hot, thick Octoling cum. Her hips shoot upwards.
Pearl cums all over the chair, the floor, and some spurts even hit the monitor screens. While the orgasm is still coursing through her body, she covers her mouth to avoid screaming in ecstasy and alerting the two Octolings. A useless precaution, since her microphone is already muted, as it has been from the moment Eight had first pushed her length inside Acht’s wet pussy.
When she comes down from her orgasm, Pearl’s voice is soft and whiny.
“Dammit, Eight… When this is all over… When this is all over…” She sits up on the chair, taking the bot’s controller back in her hands. “You’d better come here and give me a taste of that fat, fucking cock…!”
Notes:
Here, I managed to finish the fic before the end of the year!
I also did a little bit of clean-up on both the fic's summary and the tags, since I rewrote part of the second chapter. There was a little section where Eight 'plays' with Acht's panties, and I decided to delete it and replace it with some good, old-fashioned edging. Condolences to panties lovers.I must say, while revising this chapter, I found myself getting Acht's pronouns wrong quite a few times. I corrected where I found mistakes, but I'm not sure I managed to fix all the instances where I mistakenly gave them she/her pronouns. If you notice any of them, let me know!
As always, you can find me on Twitter/X at @DYEDVEVO, and I hope you enjoyed my work!
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