A Slippery Escort

            "Are you Midnight?" A mienshao asked as she came up to a table. 
 
            "Best in the business, at your service." The zoroark said, setting her drink down, her long red claw-like fingernails clicking on the glass.
 
            The mienshao sat down in the booth, lifting her dress off the floor to avoid ripping it. "Yes, I require an escort. I can pay top dollar." She explained. 
 
            "Hah..." Midnight sighed. She looked out across the darkened bar. The usual drunks were there, along with the common adventurers and mercenaries, her falling into the latter class. "You don't have to pay top dollar, if it won't be top danger."
 
            "It... I... May I make a request?"
 
            "Shoot." She circled a claw around the top of her glass.
 
            "I ask that you do not ask any information right now, in exchange for payment being delayed, until a time you choose." 
 
            "What if I choose now?" Midnight smiled deviously.
 
            "I... Please, I need discretion. That is why I came looking for you." 
 
            "Fair enough. Two conditions." She held up two fingers. "You listen to my every word. And don't try to cheat me out of the coin. Got it?" 
 
            "I accept. When can we leave?" 
 
            "Tomorrow morning, outskirts of town." Midnight took up her drink again, taking a big swig. "Bright and early."
 
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            The zoroark tapped her foot impatiently. She was no stranger to weird jobs, but getting stood up... that was unacceptable. 
 
            "Umm, I... I'm ready to go." A voice whispered. 
 
            She looked to the side, finding the Mienshao there. She was still dressed in quite the fancy outfit, but not the full on dress she had last night. Nowhere near anything that should ever be worn for travelling. But that wasn't her problem. "So where to?"
 
            "North of here. I would rather not say more right now." 
 
            "Kay. Have everything you need?" 
 
            "Yes. This should not take more than a day." 
 
            They set out, heading along the main path for a while, without speaking a word. "So... We safe enough for you to tell me things?" 
 
            "Uhm, I... Alright. My name is Penelope, and I... I'm an important person. I really shouldn't say any more. We're going to an ancient ruin for... an object." She said. 
 
            Midnight shrugged. "I'll take what I can get. The more I know, the better I can do my job." 
 
            "This should not be dangerous. A lady like me just is not safe travelling alone." 
 
            "Yeah, a fair lass, especially one walkin' around in a dress, would probably get raped. Good thing you hired a babe like me to distract any attackers." She reached behind her and tossed her long red hair back, letting it blow in the wind for a second.
 
            "I would rather not do anything risky. Discretion is important." She said nervously.
 
            "Yeah, yeah..." She said. "Boring!" She suddenly yelled, raising her arms to the sky. "You gotta learn to live a little, nothing like an adventure!" 
 
            "I think my life is exciting enough. I wouldn't leave the p- the town if I didn't have a good reason to."
 
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            "I believe this is the place." Penelope said. She looked around the vine and moss covered stone wall. It seemed to be just a strange stone slab, resting in the mountainside. She walked closer, taking out a stone from her dress and pressing it onto the wall. At first, nothing happened, but a small ringing noise began to sound out. Then the grinding of stone and some kind of mechanism as the wall went in and then sunk into the floor. Past the dust, there was a passageway leading further in. "You may remain here. It should be safe inside."
 
            "Hah, you wish. I'm coming. This is just too cool." 
 
            "I..." She said, trying to come up with a way to get her to stay, but the zoroark just walked past and into the cave. "Midnight!" She called, running to catch up.
 
            "So what is this place?" She asked. "Pretty fancy lookin' for an old ruin."
 
            "It... Do I need to buy your silence, or will you promise to keep this to yourself?"
 
            "Either, or maybe both." She said with a sneer.
 
            The mienshao sighed. "I am... I'm the only child of the Kitarn family."
 
            "The ruling family of the whole damn kingdom?! Son of a bitch..." 
 
            "Yes, that makes me the princess. Or I will be, after this. This is a special place to my family. I have to claim the treasure here, and return home. I may be willing to pay extra for the escort back." 
 
            Midnight grinned widely. "Oh fuck yeah. The king can afford to pay my kind of prices!" She began to walk faster into the dark cave. One foot fall caused a loud clunk. The wall behind them grinded back into place, rendering the place pitch black. Penelope cried out in surprise. "Relax." Midnight snapped her fingers, a small bit of flame forming, held on the tip of a finger. It wasn't that big, but it provided plenty of light. "Guess a treasure trove would be guarded. You got a way out?"
 
            She help up the rainbow colored stone. "This should open it again. I hope." 
 
            "Good enough. I'll take the lead. I have experience with this sort of thing." She started forward, now much more cautiously. They came out of the tunnel, down a stairway, and into a large room. There were many ornate columns holding the high ceiling up. 
 
            "Yeah, traps o' plenty." She pointed up, shooting a bit of flame. It revealed a spiked ceiling. "You don't take a step without checking everything around you." She ordered. A sniffing sound echoed through the spacious room, as her powerful nostrils worked their magic. "No other scents... no paths either. This place has been empty for a long time." She suddenly sneezed. "I hate dust." 
 
            Penelope just stayed silent, looking around nervously. 
 
            Midnight took a step forward, before holding a hand out. "More panels. You wait here. There's usually a switch for stuff like this." She leapt into the air, latching her legs around one of the pillars. She kicked off of it, shooting like an arrow across the room. As she hit the opposite wall, she stabbed her claws into the stone, holding herself up. She scanned the ground for a moment, before pulling out and dropping to the ground. 
 
            Penelope looked on in awe. She had heard of how strong these adventurers could be, but actually seeing one in action was unreal. "Ah!" She yelped as a couple streams of flame shot towards her. They were small, but it was still fire. The flames died down before reaching her, and now the room was more lit, torches along the wall blazing brightly. Midnight turned and began to walk down the hall, leaving her alone. "Uh... Hello?" She called.
 
            Midnight came back after a bit. "Got it. Lever: pulled." She declared. 
 
            Penelope did not look so sure. "Are you certain?" 
 
            "Don't believe me?" She stepped forward and slammed a foot on a slightly raised stone panel. There was a loud click and Penelope almost screamed. But nothing else happened. "See? We're good. Just relax. You're in capable hands."
 
            Penelope swallowed nervously. "I hope..." 
 
            They proceeded on at a careful pace, passing through two more trapped rooms. 
 
            "Why would father send me to such a dangerous place?" 
 
            "Dammed if I know. My guess would be a test. You can't rule without being tough." 
 
            "Then maybe I should..."
 
            "Kay." Midnight said before she could finish. She crossed her arms and leaned back against the wall. "Knock yourself out. Just don't get killed." 
 
            She stepped forward, looking around the room. It was another identical room, like the last three. Midnight had already lit the torches using her flamethrower. The room was roughly rectangular, with a path leading straight forward. Columns lined the path, spaced several feet apart. On the other side was more open space. She stepped out, looking for panels on the floor, and stepped off the path, beginning to walk forward.
 
            There were no stones that looked off, so she stepped forward, running her hand along the wall. As she did, there was a noise. "Oh-"
 
            "MOVE!" Midnight shouted, tackling her to the ground. A series of spikes shot out of the wall, stabbing into the columns and cracking the stone. They were only at waist and chest height, missing the girls on the ground. Not completely though, the lower spear clipping the top of her shirt. Cloth ripped as a large hole was torn in the back of it. "Son of a..." She muttered. 
 
            The spikes retracted into the wall, allowing them to stand back up. 
 
            Midnight stood first, and immediately took her top off, revealing the black bra that matched her fur underneath. "Okay, I'm taking the lead." 
 
            "No, please. I need to do this." Penelope begged. 
 
            Midnight sighed. "Fine, but I'm charging extra." She stepped back and out of the way.
 
            Carefully, Penelope started forward again, this time checking everything. She walked on her tiptoes while touching as little as possible. She eventually made it to the other side, carefully climbing the steps and out of the room. She turned back to see Midnight completely showing her up, crossing the trapped room effortlessly. 
 
            They walked down the short hall and into the next room. This one was different. The room was still a rectangle, but there were no pillars. Instead the floor was set with a series of large tiles, each with a symbol on it. 
 
            "A pattern room. One of these things is right, and you have to follow that path to the other side." Midnight explained. 
 
            "I can do that." Penelope said. She stepped forward, looking at the symbols. There was a sun, a moon, a leaf, a flame, a lightning bolt and a drop of water. "Uh..." She wondered. Experimentally, she put a foot on the sun. Nothing special happened. Then she stepped on the next sun. The floor quaked and she pulled her foot back. It stopped when she did.
 
            "Guess there's a delay. Try-"
 
            "May I?" She asked before she could give away the trick. She got down onto her knees and used her hand to press the surrounding panels for a moment. Water, no. Fire, no. Thunder, no. That only left moon. She got back up and stepped onto the closest moon panel. It was safe. She then stepped on sun, then moon, then sun. She made it across safely, with Midnight following right behind. 
 
            "Never seen one of these that alternated." Midnight commented. "Or one with a delay." 
 
            They walked down the next hall, coming out into another room. This one was like the first set, but this time, it didn't have an exit further in. Instead, there was a large altar at the end.
 
            "Treasure room..." Midnight said. "The most dangerous traps are the beginning and the end. Since that last was so easy..." She stepped forward, walking down the steps and into the treasure chamber. She tapped her claws along the stone, listening to the echo of it. "No holes in the wall, or the floor... no spikes on the ceiling... no give for the pillars to collapse the room... Nothing at all."
 
            "Then maybe we did it?" Penelope said optimistically. She stepped past Midnight and went up to the altar. "There's nothing here though..." 
 
            "Maybe the treasure was the adventure, or some dumb shit like that." She looked behind the altar, finding nothing. 
 
            "Oh... That's... disappointing. Then we should leave?" 
 
            "Not quite yet." Midnight said. She began to give the entire room a good once over. No runes on the walls, no switches, levers or panels... "Nope. All that's in here is jack and shit. Okay, let's go. Should be easy with all the traps deactivated." 
 
            They turned and left the room, heading back to the previous one. "Huh?" Penelope asked when they reached it.
 
            "The hell?" 
 
            The room was empty now. The floor was gone, leaving a huge pit ahead of them. Penelope stepped closer and looked over the edge. "Where did this come fr- AHHHH!" She screamed in pure terror. A thick fleshy tendril shot out of the pit, wrapping around her leg. Before she could try to pull away, it yanked her forward and over the edge. Another scream echoed out of the pit. 
 
            "Damn!" Midnight yelled, running to the edge and looking over. Deep below them, at least fifteen feet, there was a writhing mass of blue colored tentacles. "It's like a giant tangela... But it's not the trap. This was originally just a pit. It must have moved in after the place was abandoned." A tendril shot at her, but her sharp claws turned it into ribbons. 
 
            "Just get down here and help me!" Penelope cried out from below. 
 
            "I have a funny hunch about this..." Midnight muttered, before she leapt down. The tentacles were surprisingly soft, cushioning her fall exceptionally well. It was almost like falling onto a water bed. Everything under her jiggled and moved, rapidly trying to grab at her. But she was faster, standing and using two tendrils to stand on. "Now now, no need for violence." A tentacle shot out of the bundle, aiming for her wrist. With a flick of her hand, she cut it. All the tendrils visibly backed away from her. "Now, let her-" 
 
            She stopped when a tentacle shot up her back, slipping behind her bra and pulling, snapping it right off. Her bountiful bosom did the rest, bouncing it right off and to the ground. 
 
            "HELP ME!" Penelope cried. The tentacles holding her were getting a little adventurous. 
 
            "Relax. They aren't going to hurt us. Maybe our clothes..." She grabbed another one that reached for her wrist. "You might want to strip." She took her shorts off with one hand.
 
            "WHAT?! What's going on?!" She looked at Midnight, who was busy removing her belt and pants. 
 
            "I mean, if you want to wear them out of here..." 
 
            "Just tell me wha- MMERPH!" She was silenced by a tentacle diving into her open mouth.
 
            "You really are dense. These little guys-" She was interrupted by another trying to grab at her, but she caught it again. "Stop that." She squeezed it, causing a drop of fluid to come out of the tip. "These things just want a good time. After that, we can leave." As she leaned back, the tentacles came up and helped her down onto her back. She pulled the tentacle in her hand down, guiding it between her legs, to the hem of her black panties. 
 
            Penelope bit down on the thing in her mouth. Even though her teeth did not penetrate the thick, slimy surface, it wriggled in pain and retreated. "What?! Are they going to rape us?!"
 
            "Well, not if you don't fight it. I've seen these kinda things before. They won't stop till they get some pussy, but they're normally gentle. But with how backed up these ones... mmm~" She purred as the one in her panties rubbed along her clit. "They're desperate, so just lean back and take it. After they're all tuckered out we'll go back home." 
 
            "But..." She quivered in fear. "I'm pure..."
 
            "Then that's perfect. No better first time than these. Relax your body and they'll stop holding you down." 
 
            The mienshao whimpered, but did so. A moment later, the tendrils holding her body down unraveled. They remained on her body, soaking her nice blouse in whatever sticky substance they secreted, but they weren't actively holding her, instead rubbing along her dress and exposed skin. 

"See? They're friendly. Very friendly~" Midnight's panties looked like they had a snake writhing around in them. She reached down and pried it out of the cloth. It squirmed around angrily for a moment, until she spoke. "Now now, no need to rush. We're not going anywhere." With her other hand, she reached down and slipped off the last garment on her body, fully exposing herself to the bed of tentacles she was lying on. Strangely enough, in direct contradiction to her previous experiences, they were not swarming her. Only the one in her grasp was doing anything. As opposed to...

Penelope cried out again as the tentacles began to sneak under her dress. "M-m-make them s-stop!" She begged.

"No dice. No way we can get out with these things attacking us. Once they're tired, we can just waltz out."

Penelope began to squirm, trying to get to her feet and fight back, but the tendrils locked down again, holding her bound tightly. She relaxed her body, and they slowly began to let up again. She whimpered, but didn't try to escape again. She was nowhere near strong enough to do so. She couldn't just let this happen. If she lost her virginity, then the future king she would one day marry would... And what would father say? It wasn't her place to decide. In fact, there was a boy in town she fancied, but he was not of royal blood. They couldn't be together. She was dragged back to reality by the tentacles crawling over her body.

There was a tearing noise as they pulled up from inside her clothes, ripping them apart for better access to her fur covered flesh. Her blouse and skirt were reduced to ribbons, multiple tendrils pulling the pieces off her. They were all still covered in that strange liquid. It made them slick and felt wet, but it didn't seem to rub onto her. She was still dry. She couldn't even squirm with how they were holding her down. And before she could voice a complaint, they were diving into her underwear and pulling them off. She wanted to cry out, but the memory of this thing raping her mouth kept that part of her shut. Her legs however, were being spread, regardless of her wishes. Now here she was, naked and about to raped in a pit of tentacles, and she hadn't even put up a fight. She was worthless... a degenerate savage. 

Midnight sighed happily as her lone tentacle rubbed over her pussy lips. They were quite wet at this point. The rest of her bed of tentacles rubbed along her back, giving her a nice massage, but none of them tried anything sexual, though she hoped that would change soon. As much as she would have loved to just lay back, she couldn't relax. Despite her reputation as a hard-ass, she still had a heart. And Penelope's whimpering was tugging at its strings. "Hold on." She said, placing her palm on the tentacle just before it dove into her cunny. Oh, how she wanted to let it... She got up, tracing her hand along the tentacle as it followed her over to the other girl. As she did, it curled up around her hand, wrapping gently around her arm and the tip rubbing against her cheek.

Penelope let out a squeak as something rubbed against her cheek. Something with fur. She blushed at the pitiful noise she made and looked over. Midnight was next to her, crouched down. She trailed her finger up, wiping the tears out of her eyes. 

"C'mon, a princess is supposed to be tough. Stop the waterworks." 

Penelope sniffled a couple times, and the tentacles stopped their motions. She looked up to the older females face, seeing the friendly tentacle rubbing into her. "But I... Can't. What would dad say?"

"The king? Fuck him. Do whatever you want. What kind of ruler lets others tell them what to do?"

"But if I let this happen, then-"

"I don't care. You will be queen one day. So, do you want this or not?" 

"Maybe?" She whispered. She yelped and tried to cover herself as Midnight ran a paw down her belly, resting a finger on her clit.

"Feels to me like you do." She took her hand off and took hold of the tentacle on her shoulder. "How about this? If she says no, you stop, and I take over her part." The tentacle shook up and down, resembling a nod. "Good." She laid back, bringing a hand up to play with her breasts. With her other hand, she took hold of Penelope's, brushing the constricting tentacles away from her. The ones around her other limbs let go too. "Let's do this." 

Penelope was having a mental breakdown. There was too much to process. There was no going back from here, and she had never gone against father's orders before. But Midnight seemed so cool, so powerful, and she was independent. Then there was the growing... need. The tentacles didn't wait for her to figure it out. Three leapt into action, aiming for her pussy. The two smaller ones came to rest on either side of her labia, pulling in opposite directions. This left her wide open for the third one, which was thick and veiny, colored light purple. 

Midnight purred as her tentacle curled down, wrapping around one breast, before coming to rest atop her pussy. These things had seemingly infinite length, and hopefully it would be stuffing as much of that into her as she could fit. At the same time, both girls were penetrated. 

Penelope cried out, squeezing down on Midnight's hand. It felt like something tore inside of her. This was a bad idea after all! But before she could voice a complaint, the tentacle bottomed out in her. She felt something squirt out inside her, and then the pain was gone. Not even a hint of it remained. Then the pleasure started. 

Midnight had a silly smile on her face as the tentacle dove into her deepest reaches. Her little buddy hadn't been too thick in the first place, but now that he was buried in her cunny, he was swelling up to fit her just right. She reached with her free hand down into the pit, pulling out a tentacle and dragging it up to her other breast. It quickly began to flick at her nipple after a bit of coaxing. 

At the same time, both tentacles began to piston in and out of both girls, faster than any man could muster. Midnight murred happily, getting another tentacle to go at her mouth. The sexiest part of all this was how Penelope was acting. She was moaning up a storm, crying out in sheer pleasure. Other tentacles began to grope at her, a pair touching her breasts and one rubbing over her cheek, leaking a bit of pre onto her face. 

Penelope let out a louder cry, it echoing from the tall ceiling. Her first climax splashed out around the tentacle pounding away at her cunny. Her tight depths becoming even tighter as she convulsed and ground her body into it, unintentionally causing it to rub around more and bring out an even stronger orgasm. The tentacles, after having spent so long being blueballed, began to twitch, even more than usual. From Midnight's previous experiences with this lovely guys, she knew that even though the tentacles seemed to be independent, they were all controlled by a single entity. And he was cumming, right now. 

Large bulges began to travel down the lengths of all the tentacles in use. The bulges hit their pussies, but were too large to actually pass in. The seed was close enough though, and with a mighty throb, a fountain of jizz burst into both of their wombs. Penelope went limp, her eyes rolling back into her head. After a short while, she recovered. "That was... the best thing I've ever felt." 

"Good. We're nowhere near done."

"What?!" 

"We can't get out till this guys balls are drained." An absolutely huge tentacle wrapped around her waist. A grasper. It picked her up, still gentle, but with a bit of force, and laid her over top of Penelope. "Now this is getting kinky~" 

The tentacles immediately started thrusting again, rubbing the slimy filling they had given the girls around inside. Penelope cried out, squirming around underneath Midnight, causing their tits to rub against each other. Her overstimulated pussy was receiving too much pleasure, driving all rational thought from her. She began to thrust back into the pounding tentacle, making Midnight's fur rub against her clit. All she cared about was the sex now. She reached up and wrapped her arms around the zoroark, clutching her like a lover would.

A foxy grin planted itself on Midnight's face. Not only were the tentacles doing a wonderful job pounding her cunny raw, but she had a front row view to the princess falling into a world of lust. Kinky indeed. The tentacles picked up speed, moving in a blur to fuck the girls. The bumpy textured surface of the tentacles dove deep into the clinching pussies of the females. They rhythmically made strong pulsations, bulging wide to stretch them and shrinking down to stuff more inside. 

Penelope squealed out, her honey drenching her thighs and the tentacle as she squirted all over it. The tentacles kept fucking her through her orgasm. When Midnight looked down at her, she was limp, out cold. 

"Poor girl. Just too much for her." Midnight chuckled. The tentacles didn't care. As long as there was wet pussy, they would keep fucking. Too bad it was all catching up to them. They began to get frantic. The tentacles wanted much more than to get their rocks off however. They were in a breeding mood, though they didn't know that the females were not compatible. 

Both tentacles throbbed, as they began to do something very special. The slime they were leaking changed, numbing the girl's cervixes. From the tips of the two fucking tendrils came a thin extension, painlessly slipping through the gate to their wombs. 

Midnight gasped. "What are you- OH!" She groaned, creaming herself. The special tentacles crawled around inside their wombs, searching for an egg to fertilize. When they couldn't, they just nestled in, the tips swelling up. The bulges of seed travelling down the lengths and through their cervixes would have hurt, if not for the effects of the tentacles. They really were magnificent creatures, fully catering to a female's pleasure. But instead of bursting out, the seed built up in a pouch just below the breeding tip, the sack growing larger and larger with plant sperm. It grew and grew, until the girls both had swollen bellies. "Well, come on~" Midnight begged. "Gimmie your wriggly babies!" 

The tentacles didn't disappoint. The seed pouch erupted out of the engorged tip, literally flooding her womb. She was filled to the brim, not a drop leaking out, with her cervix clenching down around the tentacle. As it ran out of cum, it retreated to her cervix, settling in to keep all that seed inside. Midnight sighed, running a hand between both of the girl's cum bellies. "Too bad you guys don't do eggs." She purred, before she slipped into sleep too. 

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Midnight came to, her fur sticky with all the tentacle juice. The tentacle monster under them lied still. It must had kept going after they passed out. The tendrils in their pussies were gone, and the swelling had gone down quite a bit. "Hey, wakey wakey." She said, rousing Penelope. "Time to hit the road."

"Where..." Memories dawned on Penelope's face. "Oh... I hope I'm not... pregnant."

There was no chance. There were several types of tentacle beasts, and this one was more pokemon based, meaning it adhered to egg groups, namely the plant one. There was a variety, her personal favorite, that bypassed that by lying eggs directly in a female. "Would you be opposed to having a baby one of these around?" Midnight teased.

"I uh..." Penelope blushed. Yeah, she would have loved that. 

"C'mon." She rose and walked over to the wall, running a palm along it. 

"How are we going to-"

Midnight slashed her claws up, a wave of precise darkness carving up the wall. When it faded, a ladder like system of handholds remained in the stone. 

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"That was... fun." Penelope whispered. 

"You're telling me." Midnight laughed. 

"Hey uh... Would you be..."

"What?" Midnight asked.

"Would you accompany me back home?" 

"Eh, why not. You're growing on me."

"Then..." She twiddled her hands. "Would you be my retainer? My personal bodyguard?"

"No shit... Hell yeah! And we can go on more 'adventures'" Midnight said, hinting at some very similar encounters.