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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      Other
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Rose_Lalonde/Everyone
  Character:
      Rose_Lalonde, Mom_(Homestuck), Dad_(Homestuck), Bro_(Homestuck), John
      Egbert, Jade_Harley, Dave_Strider, Davesprite, Calsprite, Jadesprite,
      Jaspersprite
  Additional Tags:
      Everybody!
  Series:
      Part 1 of Tentacle_Therapy
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-03-13 Completed: 2011-03-20 Chapters: 5/5 Words: 1545
****** Tentacle Therapy ******
by Ariamaki
Summary
     Tentacle Therapy, OR Rose Lalonde Does Paradox Space
     A series of short snippets of Rose + Everybody Else.
Notes
     This is a little something special, so here's a nice addition: If
     anybody wants to see some of these expanded upon, let me know in the
     comments and I will try to put up a short-medium fic as a follow-up
     to this.
     My apologies for the tiny length, but... That's kind of the point. :P
***** Guardians *****
Bro
Dave may consider himself a master of irony, Rose mused, but his brother was
certainly a tier above. Nothing says "ironic" like "letting your little
brother's girlfriend peg you with a Smuppet strap-on while recording it for the
internet". Of course, Rose had her own moments of irony...
          She let Dave watch.
 
Dad
Mr. Egbert was a fascinating man-- He treated John so differently from how
Mother treated her. That's why, when she visited John's house, she decided to
wait until John was asleep and corner his father in the kitchen and find out
how he treated her.
          ...John finding the two of them asleep on the counter led to a very
awkward breakfast.
 
Mom
Some people would call what they had done terrible, or an example of the worst
possible kind of parent / child relationship. But as her mother lit the long-
stemmed cigarette and basked in the afterglow, Rose licked her lips and
realized she did not mind in the slightest.
***** Friends *****
Chapter Summary
     Wherein Rose spends some time with her boon companions.
John
John made her sit down and watch Con Air, the first time they met in person.
She obliged him, but her real motives were entirely separate from the mediocre
film. She faked fear and distress at the right moment, leaning into him, and
when he looked at her in surprise, she pulled him into a fierce kiss that got
the message across instantly. The movie rolled on, forgotten, as clothes fell
aside and hands and lips brushed pale skin.
She had him keep his glasses on.
 
Dave
They knew it was wrong. But then again, there were barely more than a half-
dozen specimens of humanity left, so just how taboo could incest really be?
Apparently still enough to make her heart race impossibly fast with every kiss,
to make her practically fall down on the spot when she saw those flaming eyes,
to make each soft touch of his fingers, calloused by vinyl and sword grip in
equal measure, bring gasps and whimpers from her, and to bring the hottest
blush to her face whenever John or Jade saw them together.
Dave, on the other hand, never seemed fazed by their forbidden love in the
least-- And she wouldn't have it any other way.
 
Jade
"Experimentation", they called it when they kissed, hands tangling in hair and
thin bodies barely touching. "Experimentation", they called it when they
Alchemized a few 'toys' and spent an hour in a hidden little room away from the
boys. And after Jade cried out her third release of the night, hips bucking
against Rose's palm, as they lay there on the bed, her dark-haired friend
turned to her with a dopey smile.
"That was, um, inconclusive! Let's run a few more tests..."
***** Sprites *****
Calsprite
At one point, when she slept, Rose got a brief glimpse of memory involving her
doomed self and the Cal-prototyped Sprite. She spent the next several hours
futilely wishing that the Thorns were capable of stabbing out her mind's eye,
so she would never picture that again.
 
Davesprite
He had other memories, she learned. More complete than what she had gleaned
from her doomed dream-self. They had already been intimate, in his time, had
spent weeks out of those months comforting each other, living for each other's
sake. She felt a pang of sorrow, and offered herself to him in a fit of pique,
learning just how pleasant the touch of an unreal body could be.
Alpha Dave didn't mind- After all, this was no different from any of the other
myriad hims.
 
Jaspersprite
Rose was worried about how numb she was getting, how overly-focused on her
objectives. So she took the opportunity to calm down and get some "me" time,
lying out on the beach and summoning her faithful Sprite. That rough feline
tongue and those eldritch tentacles were put to use then, running over her body
as she soaked in the light of the endless, comforting rain.
 
Jadesprite
Jade had always been passionate and curious, matching her move for move, every
bit her equal in the bedroom. Her sprite, Rose found out, was far more passive-
- Always sad and self-loathing, dead too long to maintain much in the way of
forcefulness. But Rose was OK with that-- It meant she could take this
flexible, ethereal wolf girl, so much like Jade and yet so different, and take
her by force, enjoying the opportunity to be in control. Sometimes, the green-
tinted girl would cry when they were together.
That was usually when Jade insisted on participating, a vindictive grin on her
lips.
***** Trolls *****
Chapter Summary
     The first batch of Trolls in their traditional order: Aradia, Tavros,
     Sollux, and Karkat.
Aradia
Rose had never thought about the potentials of wings on a human... Well,
someone human-shaped, at least. But that changed with Aradia-- Flashy acrobatic
maneuvers, cooling little gusts of wind (not like John's, of course) and most
of all, their feeling-- They were soft and silken, and every time she ran her
fingers over them the Maid of Time would shut her eyes and whimper, barely able
to react. Rose delighted in teasing the other girl with this fact, sometimes
even in public. And Aradia was OK with that.
 
Tavros
It was very easy to make the brown-blooded troll flustered and aroused, Rose
found. Even something as simple as whispering his name made him sit bolt
upright with a whimper, the motors of his legs kicking to life. And while his
accident had deprived him of... certain equipment, his horns were so sensitive
they more than sufficed. Everyone watched in mingled disgust and envy as Rose
played her fingers along the massive curves while he stood stock-still in the
middle of the computer room, begging and squirming, trying to find a release he
was no longer capable of. She supposed it was cruel...
But when she saw the look on his face, she couldn't help herself.
 
Sollux
The Mage of Doom was amazing, Rose could not deny this. But he certainly could-
- Self-loathing of a level she had only ever seen in Karkat's past-self-hatred
and Jade's abominably depressed Sprite. So she decided to remind him of his
talents, provoking him and goading him until a wave of red and blue force threw
her into the air and held her absolutely still, power and power alone bringing
her to the brink over and over.
When she finally recovered, he tried to apologize, thinking he had done
something wrong. He was cut off when the Thorns lifted him in a flow of black
energy...
 
Karkat
Rose felt the teeth coming down hard into her shoulder, and she cried out in
pain, digging her fingernails into his back, each drawing red blood from the
other. Their passion always left her ragged and torn, and every time, he begged
forgiveness. She gave it to him-- Long-fingered hands stroking with practiced
motions, bringing him right to the edge before forcing him to finish what he
started. They usually came together, her moans and her taste driving him over
the brink.
***** More Trolls *****
Chapter Summary
     Four more Troll sections for Tentacle Therapy.
Chapter Notes
     Hey everyone! Response has brought me 4 options for expanding TT so
     far, and I am going with...
     All of them!
     "Elaborations on a Theme", part 1, will come out... soon.
Nepeta
...as her dark words ensorcelled the feline warrior, that once-brave pouncellor
moved. Stripped of her weapons, her clothes, and her will, she mewled with a
pressing need and stepped forward against her own desires to grip the witch's
robes. Her hips were already thrusting, almost mechanically, until she finally
met something solid, grinding against her captor's leg. She rubbed and slid
against the heavy velour robe until, panting and crying out, she came, messily
and loudly, collapsing.
Afterwards, Rose helped Nepeta up, the troll gratefully kissing her cheek.
"Thanks for purrlaying with me, Rose!"
"The pleasure was... Well, not all mine, obviously. But you're welcome."
 
Kanaya
Kanaya had once adored her, unknowingly, thanks to that guide. Her opinion had
shifted from adoration to disgust to confusion to acceptance, then to joy and
back to a kind of worshipful love. Rose did not mind- After all, she cared for
this girl as well, gently stroking her cheek and leading her onward, showing
the troll girl exactly why she was right to respect her. Their nights were long
and sleepless, but were some of the most amazing experiences either could ever
imagine. And by day?
By day she modelled for her lover. Couples always share interests, after all.
 
Terezi
The teal-signed girl could always smell blood on the water... Or elsewhere. So
Rose was not surprised when she heard cackling and felt the sniffing of breath
along her collar and shoulder. Karkat had been vicious as usual the night
before, and the wound was sore-- Until Terezi leaned down and lapped at it, her
tongue driving all thoughts of pain away from Rose. She shuddered, and when the
blind girl asked to take her back to a private room, she nodded. This would be
new and different... But promising.
 
Vriska
They were both amazingly dark, for being the Light players of their respective
games. And in the dark, they played games of light-- Turning their unique
vision to sneaking peeks of each other's slim bodies, penetrating past the
mundane bounds of clothing, a tantalizing game of cat and mouse, until
eventually the Thief grew tired of the Seer's sarcastic comments and took her
mind by force. Rose loved the Mindgrip-- There was something unique about
giving over all control to the other girl, and that pleasure more than
compensated for the soreness each subsequent morning.
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