The Pirates have had a wild ride the past decade, but they think they like where they are now. They've got an apartment, a VR pod, and a steady-enough income to support all of that, including enjoying VR with their long-distance girlfriends, the Evenstar system. Things are pretty great, and they're looking forward to trying this new game with her.

Sable finishes tidying up a few things around the apartment to make sure everything's ready, and then slips into her own pod, donning the neural crown and relaxing into virtuality. She can't wait to see her girlfriend!

She awakens standing on a large stone plinth amid a writhing sea of tentacles, wearing absolutely nothing, a strange bracelet pinned through her wrist with the muted sharpness of VR-pain, and the certain knowledge that somewhere out in that squirming sea lies the remains of what civilization was before the tentacles came. 

Consulting her memory, she recalls that the plinth in the center of this small island produces a forcefield that disintegrates any biological matter that doesn't have human DNA — hence her lack of clothes. She won't be able to make a home here,  but the bracelet on her wrist will be able to recall her here with a thought. 

And then she catches sight of the Pirates loading in, and abruptly remembers she's naked. 

That knocks her right into her most vulnerable self — Audrey. 

"I, um, hi," she says quietly at whichever Pirate it is, blushing like a fool. She's getting a little more used to being nude in VR with her love these days, but she still has to deliberately supress the urge to cover up.

Sable bites her lip a bit and glances down at the feeling of the bracelet, blinking at the way it's threaded in between the bones.

Then she realizes Evenstar's there and looks up at her, smiling warmly and blushing. "Hi, sweetheart. Good to see you." She steps forward and pulls her into a hug, then kisses her lightly.

Ooh, friction. 

She hugs back, and a little of her fear ebbs away as she's gently embraced, quickly replaced instead by Horny. 

"Hey, love." She kisses back, and presses another kiss to Sable — she thinks it's Sable, the change in her voice is subtle but it's there — and leans in. 

Then she half-turns, taking in the tentaclescape. 

"... Quite the experience we've got lined up for ourselves, hm?" She giggles under her breath, tension and excitement making a bubbly cocktail of nerves. 

Sable grins over her own nerves. "That we do. It's going to be a ride, but I think we're gonna like it." Then she looks her girlfriend up and down for a moment, taking in the posture and tone of voice.

"I wanna say... Audrey or Sin, I think?"

"Audrey, yeah. I think I'm shading a little more towards Hannah as I gather my courage a bit though." 

She squeezes Sable and smiles. "And you're a — Sable? I think?" 

"Good guess, Princess." She grins a bit sharper and slaps Audrey's ass teasingly. "I suppose we've got to get out in all that to get started?"

She jumps and giggles, then leans closer into Sable and grins. 

"Looks like, yeah. It's pretty intimidating from a distance but it's a game, it should be winnable. We're not playing Better Than Wolves here."

Sable laughs and nods, wrapping her arm around Audrey's waist and holding her close. Fuck it's nice to be here, in VR, with her and Audrey in bodies that fit. 

"Yeah, we can handle this. We handled Vintage Story and Valheim, right? So tell me. You picked this one out, what's our first goal to keep in mind while we're out there getting fucked silly?"

"Uh, let me think — first resources are flesh and bone, bone is the first tool tier flesh is the first structure tier. For starting food it's tentacle goo and eating the tentacles themselves, I'm afraid. Some tentacle beasts can be minionized by feeding them enough orgone that the wrist bracelet learns their language, but we don't have orgone multipliers yet so stick to the small ones. Theoretically there will be small islands of regular soil out in the sea to find but they're slightly higher level so a bone weapon would be helpful."

"With all that in mind, I think our first goal should be finding bone."

"So find something with a skeleton while we're out there getting boned?"

She laughs. "Yeah, something like that." 

She steps over to the edge of the plinth and starts looking for a less obviously doomed way to step out into the tentacle sea. There does seem to be a kind of fleshy ground down there, and not all of the landscape is actively squirming... just some of it. 

"Oh, and keep in mind, if you have to hard-safeword you drop all your stuff."

"Good to know," she replies, blushing down at all the tentacles. "Maybe we try to team up on a smaller one, overwhelm it together, and use it to help take down whatever we use as a source of bone?"

"I haven't got a better plan! Let's do this." 

And hesitantly, Hannah steps out into the tentacled sea, staying far from the edges of the closest tentacle pits. Walking on the spongy flesh in her bare feet, she tries her best to balance and not fall over, and tries to sneak up on one of the smaller balls of tentacles that's squirming across the surface. 

Sable steps down as well, and tries to circle around, carefully avoiding the larger creatures, hoping to drive the little one back toward Hannah so they can capture it between them.

Between Sable and Hannah, they're able to corner a small pink one between a larger tentacle pit and the edge of the platform. 

"C'mere, you!" Hannah makes a lunge at it.

The squishy little pink tentacle-creature visibly startles, and catches Hannah in its coils. It hugs her close and starts to... tease her breasts? For a tentacle monster it seems to be a lot more gentle than one would expect. It almost seems shy.

Sable blushes at the sight and pounces into it from behind, sandwiching it against Hannah, burying her hands in its tentacles.

The tentacled beastie firmly grabs both of them, and seems to make up its mind; tentacles quickly press in between both of their legs, probing at their sexes as it coils in harder around both of them, pressing them to each other face-to-face to make the hold easier.

<!!!!>, it "says", the telepathic contact garbled beyond recognition. 

Both their bracelets ping. 

Analyzing...

Well fuck she's really in for it now.

"Sable — " 

Her mouth is promptly filled by a tentacle.

Oh shit, here they go. Oh it feels good being pressed against Hannah like this.

"Love y—"

And she's cut off by another.

She moans around it, mentally thanking the designers of her full-dive pod for making gag reflexes opt-in so she can just enjoy this. She rolls her hips toward the probing tentacles, trying to press it inside.

The tentacled creature takes Sable's rolling hips as the invitation they are, and promptly stuffs her holes full of tentacles. The taste of tentacle-goo warms her whole body, especially her most sensitive parts, leaving each pump of the heavy tenta-cocks to drag its way through her folds in a cascade of rippling pleasure, smooth and liquid and firm. The tentacle-creature is even courteous enough to stimulate her clit a little with a smaller tendril, sending spark-bright pleasure burning in between her legs. 

 <!!!!!!! fuck !!!!!!!!>

Hannah's getting a pretty fierce railing as well, her body shaking with each thrust of the tentacles in and out of her, her breasts grinding against Sable's as they both are shoved against each other by the rhythm of the tendrils within them. 

"mmghhhhh... ♡" 

From what Sable can see of Hannah's face, she's really enjoying it. 

"Hhhhhnghh! ♡"

Every thrust feels like desperate satisfaction, the lubricating slime so sweet in her mouth and tingly in her cunt, every inch of her sensitized as the pleasure builds. She rocks against Hannah, watching her adoringly as they take the pounding thrusts. 

Sable rocks her hips to meet the thrusts, driving the tentacles as deep as she can, moaning and whimpering in pleasure. "Mmm-mmmmhhhhf~~ ♡"

The tentacles keep pushing and pulsing, getting even slicker with the pair's fluids, its natural juices mixing with theirs. 

<!!!!!!!!!!!!!! cum !!!!!!> 

It seems the creature can sense their impending orgasms, and is driving itself even harder to try and satisfy both of them, each undulation of the mass filling them in every hole. 

Hannah groans, pressing herself desperately against Sable, her body trembling with each thrust of the tentacles inside her. She's clearly close. 

Despite the tentacles binding her, she's able to get a hand on Sable's and cling close close close to her — 

"Mmmhh hhhh hhuu..." ^[1]  

_{[1]: "I love you."}

Sable locks eyes with Hannah, squeezing her hand in return, squishing against her as hard as she can through all the tentacles wrapped around her. She shudders and groans, every thrust making her muscles spasm and her walls flutter.

She manages to moan out a muffled reply, though, as she's pushed up to the ragged edge of her own orgasm.

"Hhh mmhff hhuu hghuu!" ^[2]

^{[2]: "I love you too."}

Hannah closes her eyes, focuses, and with a soft shudder of bliss she tips over the edge — 

And a lot of things happen at once. 

Pink electricity surges out through the bracelet on her wrist, wracking her body and the tentacles and also Sable's as well with intense spikes of crackling pleasure; Sable is helpless to resist as the chain reaction cascades through her, wringing her dry of her own orgasm and filling her up with crackling light — 

And then the tentacle creature itself comes, pumping dense, sticky seed into all their holes, their bodies stained all over with tentacle cum as it surges and shudders — 

Sable screams around the tentacle in her mouth, clenching and shaking with the force of her orgasm, reveling in the feeling of the hot, sticky cum filling her.

Fffuuuck they didn't skimp on the detail, this is amazing.

She presses herself harder against Hannah, riding it out, moaning and gasping.

There's a soft chorus of pings from their bracelets.

<cute-beautiful mate-kin take-seize Pink-chan orgasm!!! Pink-chan flattered give strong ones strong cum ♡> 

Pride and embarrasment are mixed in the telepathic connection, their new... conquest? ... apparently rather flattered by the attention. 

<want take-do again-again?>

Sable pulls her mouth off the tentacle that had been stuffing her throat with a wet pop, then grins at Hannah, panting a bit, chest heaving from the intensity. "Well, babe, what d'you think? Up for another round with our new friend Pink-chan?"

Pink-chan withdraws from Hannah's mouth as well. 

<sorry! pink-chan not know-forget human need mouth-noise. mouth noise!>

Hannah coughs and swallows, and then clings hard to Sable. 

"That — was kind of a lot. A really fun a lot, but I'm gonna need a minute. Uh, pink... chan...? Do you know anywhere relatively safe where we could stay and settle for a bit?"

<Pink-chan not stay in bad-island, but pink-chan have little-home. Little far-distant bone-isle where squirm-mates stay-gather. Pink-chan explain!>

<... pink-chan maybe ask for more-another cum-make at bone-isle though. long-journey not fuck-sate self-need.> 

"Well, I think a thank-you fuck for leading us there sounds pretty reasonable," Sable replies, flushed cheeks giving the lie to her casual tone. "Finding someplace safe is really important. And it sounds like there are some bones there, too? Or maybe it's made of bone?"

<Bone-made isle-place. Knob-joint of live-world. Show show show!> 

And pink-chan hops up onto Sable's shoulders and starts doing a not-terrible impersonation of a scarf. 

<I guide-show not need as much power-orgone. I lead-move, more power-orgone. You decision.> 

Hannah gets up and shyly pets pink-chan on Sable's shoulder. 

"An isle made of bone sounds like a good starting place to set up. I think we should let pink-chan guide us, even though we'll probably have to have sex again when we get there."

"So yeah, what are we waiting for? Let's go!" 

And she'll just have to trust in her virtuality settings to get rid of her pesky refractory period.

Sable grins and pets Pink-chan with one hand, the other wrapping around Hannah's waist as they start to walk together, following Pink-chan's lead. She gazes out in wonder at the alien, tentacle-filled world they're in.

"I've never been in a world where even the ground was alive, before. It's pretty cool!"

"Yeah, it's hot and kind of intimidating at the same time. I wonder what kinds of creatures live here..." 

Pink-chan points onwards with a tendril, and they set off through the shifting landscape. Though the footing is somewhat treacherous, they're able to skirt the squirming tentacle pits and roaming larger balls of tentacles well enough that they make decent time. 

Off in the distance, a ball of tendrils floats through the air, a single solitary eye in the center of its forehead looking off to the south, away from them. Several other small tentacle-balls shy away from them as they pass, not wanting to bother larger creatures. 

It's a bit of a long walk through the fleshy landscape, and they have to stay alert the whole way since they're practically defenseless, so there isn't much opportunity for conversation. But eventually they arrive at a joining in the flesh where it starts giving way to knobbled flesh and bone.

Pink-chan waves, and more small balls of tentacles like it swarm forward across the bone. 

<Welcome friend-pinks! Friend-allies fuck pink-chan and give much orgone! Celebrations!> 

And the tentacles seem to busy themselves chatting back and forth rapidly, not all of the telepathic communication bleeding through. 

"Oh no, they're all too cute," Sable exclaims with a giggle. "This place is a pretty solid start, though. It's got plenty of bone to harvest for early tools, and lots of potential new friends." Her voice turns a bit teasing and flirtatious at the end. 

Then she turns to their guide across the sea. "Pink-chan, d'you think you and your friends could help us harvest some bone, a bit later?"

For that matter, has the game provided any helpful instincts about what sizes and shapes of bone pieces she needs to make tools? Or how any of that works?

Hannah looks around at all the tiny pink tentacle-creatures, and visibly performs a mental calculation. 

"This is a good-sized number of, uh, pinks? I wonder where they all come from..." 

She looks over at Sable and swallows.

<pink-clan want celebrate get new-big ally-friends! and friend-allies owe cum-fuck! pink-clan fuck-take ally-friends?>

"Yeah, Pink-chan, we'll fuck you in just a moment. Lemme just talk with Hannah for a second first."

Then she steps over to Hannah and cups her cheek tenderly. "We've got this, sweetie. What're you worried about, babe?"

"Just a little intimidated by how many of them there are, is all, but I think it's probably for the best if I jump in and just enjoy anyway. Maybe we could ask them to go a little slower at first? But I have always wanted to be the, ah, center of attention."

"I mean, I've never done quite this much either, but I have made sure pods can fix refractory periods, so... nothing for it but exposure therapy?"

She grins blushily at Hannah.

She laughs. "Yeah, I guess so!" 

Hannah looks over at pink-chan. "I'm game, do you want to do it right here or is there somewhere you usually use...?" 

<Pink-clan have fuck-pool! good for squish-press squirm-ball. come and come and come this way!> 

The tentacle balls all squirm off in one direction, moving towards the center of the island.

A short walk later, they arrive at a softly bubbling pool of tentacle-goop, translucent-milky in color, lying within a pocket of the bony island. It's sort of like a natural hot spring, if hot springs were filled with cum. 

<In-get!> 

Hannah gives Sable a look, and hesitantly slips into the goopy viscous fluid bath. 

Sable blushes down at the pool. That's... yeah she's really doing this. Okay.

She steps in as well, and gives Hannah a squeeze and a kiss.

Hannah squeezes Sable close to her and takes a slow breath, then turns to pink-chan. 

"We're ready, whenever you want to go ahead." 

<good-brave big-creatures! pink-clan will make-ensure much pleasure-cum!> 

And all the tentacles boil into the cumlike fluid, and very quickly all of Hannah and Sable's lower holes are filled with slick, sticky tendrils. 

<This time 'member big-creatures need mouth-noises!> 

Hannah lets out a soft gasp as she's filled again, and leans heavily back against the edge of the pool. "Fuck..." 

She spreads her legs slightly beneath the surface, trusting the tentacles to support her, and is quickly enveloped by tendrils from the waist down.

Sable's soon stuffed full as well, moaning needily at the feeling. Oh fuck that feels great. "Aaaaaahn~ ♡"

She turns back to Hannah, cups the back of her head, and kisses her deeply, moaning into her mouth as the tentacles take her, clenching around them as they thrust.