For a girl who dallies with tentacle molestation on the daily in just about every orifice and surface of her body, there is a certain level of comfort she takes in knowing the rules. It will never hurt. It only goes on for so long. And she has the ability and the will to make it stop if she really needs to.

A few strange oddballs amongst the swarm of wriggling creeps does put forth ideas and hints toward things that Mia doesn't even want to think about. This being one of them.

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I'm okay with tons and tons of things concerning the use of tentacles. Except for the one physical impossibility that just makes even me balk and cry "Bullshit!". There will never be a sexual situation involving a living being anally impaled by a tentacle coming out of me. I cannot and never will see the appeal in such a thing. living beings aren't onaholes, man. That shit hurts.