The next lovely collab project between me and  tacokurt. another one for  justanotherken this time featuring my rat girl Dentia and his extremely huggy octopus, Bindy.

You can find the story below It's a bit of a sequel to the story A New Housepet, which can be found here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/16927158/

You can also read the story with WAY better formating on G-docs!
https://docs.google.com/document/d/.....QP9d567T8/edit

But otherwise, you can just read it with FA's terrible formatting below! Once again massive thanks to  tacokurt for this lovely series of collaborations. AMAZING art by him! And thanks to  justanotherken for commissioning me!

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“I need to what!?” Dentia asked throwing her hands up.
“Put in five more hours over the weekend. We’ve got a new target somewhere in Istanbul, and all the other agents are busy.” Renyard fiddled with a pen while he explained this, eyeing the ratgirl. “Alternately, you could sign up to be a test subject for one of Toby’s latest experiments. He’s been working on a new substance for suits that could totally cover the wearer from head to toe, while not restricting breathing.”
Dentia facepalmed. “Is it alive?”
“It’s Toby we’re talking about. Of course its alive.”
“Then no. Last time I signed up for one of his trials I ended up hypnotized and halfway to France before I realized what was happening.”
Renyard shrugged. “Then Istanbul or bust. You signed up here after all. The Center for Off the book Intelligence and Logistics is not for those who can be picky about their schedules.”
Dentia’s tail waved about behind her a bit more than it had before. She had brief mental images of her handler struggling against ever tightening pink coi-
“I know that look. You know full well that two more incidents on your report and you’ll be
heading for a decommission and a memory wipe. Now go prep for your next mission and save that urge for your target not me.”
Dentia gave a huff and glared at the fox as he sat a bit smugly behind his desk. “Careful Renyard, you’d be surprised what I can get away with when I’ve got half the mind…”
The fox’s ears perked a bit as he regarded her. “Well, I have no doubt about that, you’re one of the top agents we’ve got, but I do realize you have indeed only got four hours to get on a jet to Istanbul, and if I know you, if you get into one of your little squeeze happy moments, you’ll be missing that flight. So as of yet, I remain unbruised.”
As he said that they both cast a slightly embarrassed look to the bit of Renyard’s neck exposed by his labcoat, on which there was indeed a strangely segmented bruise. Either fur’s cheeks colored slightly and they both looked away with no further comment.
Dentia cleared her throat. “Well, you may be right now...but just wait till I get back.”
“I shall cross that bridge when I get there.” He smiled and gave her a wave. “In the mean time, toodles.”
Dentia gave her best growl under her breath and turned to stomp out of the room, but not before the tip of her tail whipped about behind her in just such a way as to leave the fox drenched in the coffee that had been sitting atop his desk.
She allowed herself a little smile as she left the room, hearing his yelp in her wake as the doors slide shut behind her.
The C.O.I.L compound was busy and lively as always. She could see various agents and lab techs milling about. A few cast glances her way as she walked out of the office, but none waved, and only one smiled, but then the agent known as ‘Cheshire’ seldom didn’t.
The ratgirl gave a sigh, trudging towards mission prep in a rather foul mood. They’d had her on several missions as of late, and while usually she rather enjoyed getting a chance to use her talents in a useful way, not to mention the extra bonus of feeling something squirming in her grip…
She chased the blush from her cheeks with a shake of her head and got her thoughts back on track.
While she enjoyed all of that, as of late she’d seldom gotten any time off. The coffee shop where she worked days had been closed for quite some time due to her absence. While she simply played employee there as a cover, in reality she owned the little hamlet for the caffeine addicted, and without her it sat there without purpose gathering dust. She rather missed the smell of well roasted beans, saying hello to regulars and just the regular errands she had to run to keep the whole thing spinning.
None of this was helped by the fact that, while she was one of the top agents at C.O.I.L as Renyard had pointed out, this also meant that most of the other agents and lab techs talked to her like she might do something horrible to them. Admittedly she might have occasionally had a bad habit of ensnaring a labtech or two if they ground her gears a bit too much, but everyone had to have their little hobbies….
But barring that, even the agents closest to her in the charts tended to be more wrapped up in their own agency ranks than any kind of friendly conversation or activity. While Dentia was quite used to being a bit of an outcast, mostly due to her particularly prodigious caudal appendage, her life within the citadel living with Caudle and Yuki had opened up her social circle quite a bit, and she found she missed the interaction when she was away.
Though, beyond the labtechs that avoided her, and the agents that ignored her, there was one other rather annoying thing about working at C.O.I.L…
“Oh! Dentia!”
And that annoying thing was named Toby.
“Dentia! Dentia!” The blue ferret caught up to the long suffering ratgirl, holding a clipboard. “Did you agree to be part of my trials? Huh?” He looked a bit giddy, practically bouncing at her side as he locked in pace with her.
Dentia rolled her eyes. “No, no I didn’t Toby.”
The ferret paused mid-stride, his face falling a bit. “Awwww, why?”
“Because of the Eclair Incident.”
Both furs paused for a moment, blushes coloring their cheeks as they avoided eye contact. The routine was something that became steadily more familiar the longer one worked here.
“Oh….right….but that was once!” Toby whined. “This will be loads different.”
“Oh?” Dentia raised an eyebrow, continuing her walk towards mission prep. “You mean like the last time you experimented with living liquids? We still haven’t found Micheal since Caresse got her ‘Hands’ on him.”
Toby frowned. “Well….yes, but that was a success! She’s only two spots under you on the agent ranks now! That means technically I created one of the best agents around! How is that a bad thing?”
Dentia cast a glance towards the room of the liquid snake in question as they passed it, and simply gestured.
Toby turned to see an entirely pink room with a soft looking white pillow in the middle, in which Caresse, a snake large enough to have a postal code, her scales interlocking heart shapes along her entirely pink form, had wound herself about one of the interns. The poor dog’s head was barely above the rising tide of her liquid shifting body, a bit of pink flowing into his mouth as his jaw went slack and his eyes filled with slowly spiraling pink swirls.
“Because you have about as much control over her as a bumble bee has over a hurricane.”
“Well….” Toby said awkwardly, turning to look again as the intern’s nose vanished under the liquid scales, a few bubbles popping up as the large serpent cooed to the newest wiggling lump along her lengthy form. “I mean….at least she’s good at what she does, right?”
Dentia’s glare silenced any further reasoning.
“No. I am not going to be anywhere near your next ‘Living’ experiment.”
“But you’re the best candidaaate….” He whined. “If it can wrap around your unique physique without strain it can do anything!”
Dentia stopped walking and raised an eyebrow in his direction. “And just what is that supposed to mean?”
Toby froze. “O-oh...well I mean...you know...it’s a bit weird- I mean unusual! Your tail that is. The dexterity alone is rather mind boggling, let alone the musculature...Any suit that could cover such a strange apen-ACK!”
He was silenced as the tail in question wound about his neck, the tip curling over his muzzle and sealing it shut as it dragged him forwards to quail under a glare that could melt steel.
“Toby.”
The ferret attempted to nod, but the girth of the tail around his neck hardly allowed for much besides a little head-shudder.
“I’m going to level with you. It would be very, very, very, very nice, to pull you into a side room, and release some stress….in fact it feels very nice already…” Dentia shifted a bit where she stood, biting her lip. Toby’s irises shrunk to the size of pin-pricks. “But...fortunately for you, I’ve got things to do...so...how about this- I’m going to let you go, and I’m going to keep walking this way. But you, oh you, you are going to walk the other way as fast as you can, and find someone else to play guinea pig to your living latex. Savy?”
Toby whimpered a bit as the tip of Dentia’s tail teased along the sides of his lips, but he nodded as much as he could as fast as he could.
“Good.”
With some reluctance, the ferret found himself uncoiled and he quickly followed Dentia’s instructions and scurried off back the direction he’d come.
Dentia noticed now that there were several pairs of eyes looking at her. Her cheeks colored slightly more as she looked around at the various agents, labtechs and interns looking at her with a mixture of interest, fear, and in the case of one odd mongoose, an expression she could in no way decipher.
“Heheh...sorry about that…” She tried to act normal, and quickly scooted into the first available door, trying to ignore the few interns who flinched away as she moved.
She shut the door behind her with her tail and leaned against the wall, rubbing her opposite arm self-consciously. Today was not shaping up to be a good day. She desperately wished for a way to de-stress. A hug might have been nice. She thought about her coffee shop, her regulars were always quick with an embrace, a smile, a joke, and gave a sigh.
It was a few moment after this that she realized what room she was in. The whole of the area was bathed in a slight blue shifting glow from what occupied its center, an aquarium that would not have been out of place in a rather well off oceanography school.
Dentia stiffened a bit as she noticed just what was inside it as well…
Though the aquarium was large, it was mostly filled with a particularly large Cephalopod. Dentia was quite familiar with this particular creature. Her name was Bindy, and she was an octopus, her eight, large, orangish-red tentacles trailing about weightlessly behind her in the water. She was easily as big as Dentia and then some. Her large green eyes regarding the rat girl with interest.
Dentia looked around, checking if anyone else was in the room. Seeing no one, she turned to the keypad beside the door and entered a few numbers, the small ‘shunk’ of a lock sliding into place letting her know it was sealed.
A bit timidly she walked up to the glass tank, placing her hand on the glass, a tentacle pressed against it from the opposite side as Bindy gave a little bubbling sort of noise.
Dentia remembered once she had been asked to keep the rather cuddle-happy octopus, who served as a bit of a pet for the agency at large. She hadn’t been very careful, and had ended up within the tendrils of the grabby cephalopod. She couldn’t deny that it had felt good, the smooth rubbery texture...the suckers….She found her cheeks heating up for the third time that day.
But no...this was a bad idea...though she wasn’t in the best of moods, she had things to do, certainly no time to indulge random whims. She turned back to the door, taking a step back to unlock the door, before her entire body went rigid.
The tip of her tail was suddenly immersed in a slightly moist coil of slick flesh. Dentia gave a little squeak as she felt several suckers attach along the segmented portions of of her sensitive rear appendage. She felt several more slick touches sliding further down her tail as her knees got a little weak, struggling to concentrate enough to turn around and see what she knew was happening.
Bindy’s other tendrils hefted her very nearly boneless body over the lip of the aquarium, her eyes filled with glee at having something to snuggle.
Dentia squirmed in place a little, biting her lip. “B-bindy...Bindy no...I have things to do...I-I can’t…” She gave a little squeak as three tendrils suckered further down along her tail with audible little pops, the slight layer of water from the aquarium letting them slide and slither along it as though they were oiled, the sensations feeding back to the tail’s owner making her less and less willing to tell the octopus to halt its snuggly advances. Still, Bindy gave the rodent a questioning look, her tentacles pausing for a moment.
Dentia’s feet shifted across the floor, her thighs pressing together, offering subtle squeaks from her latex agent outfit. She couldn’t ignore just how nice those touches felt, and how much they distracted her from her momentary loneliness. Even while Bindy was still she could feel the subtle movements of the cephalopod’s body, breathing, shifting, across her tail, a living touch that offered a plethora of pleasant sensations blossoming along her nerves.
“Oh…..” She tensed a bit, before giving a sigh of resignation and clenching her thighs a bit more. “Fine…”
If an octopus could squee, then Bindy would have squeed, the tentacles began their advance once more, swarming up along Dentia’s tail, three of them easily ensnaring the massive apendage in rubbery, suckerfiled touches, enough to render the ratgirl into a latex clad puddle.
Dentia lost her balance totally, but before she could fall twin tentacles twined about her legs, the thin latex of her outfit offering little protection from the sensation of the slithering grip along her calves and along her inner thighs.
Dentia was lifted off her feet completely as both tentacles rose from their candy cane swirls around her legs, slithering across her thighs in a way that made her blush quite badly, to wrap around her lower stomach, caressing across her belly. Two more tentacles started in on her arms, both were quickly coiled about, rendered immobile by the sheer width of the orangish-red appendages suckering themselves to her bare skin.
Soon Dentia was floating in a swarm of touches she could hardly comprehend, those twin tentacles around either leg growing thicker by the moment as they rose further. The tendrils around her arms pressed them close to her body as a particularly thick loop of octopus wrapped around her midriff. They pulled back just as it came forth, pinning the ratgirl’s arms to her sides in a smooth rubbery touch that squeezed snuggly around her body.
Bindy gave a happy little noise as she squeezed the Rat girl, the subtle, slightly wet popping and clasping of her suckers audiable all over the squirming agent’s body as her mouth began to loll open a bit at the sheer overwhelming stimulus. Dentia’s tail was wrapped up like a present, the powerful appendage weakly wrestling with it’s suckered captors, reveling in the sensation of that slick skin against her pink segmented flesh, the rest of her body vanishing steadily more under Bindy’s other tentacles. The one around Dentia’s middle was now easily a foot and a half thick, if not more. She really couldn’t tell as her eyes went a bit glassy from the amount of pleasure coursing through her mind at the octopus’s attentions.
Those tentacles could move and wiggle like no other living thing she’d ever encountered,
slick and softly attentive in their touches as they squeezed and lathered themselves over her form, that largest one wrapping over her shoulders now, the tip tickling along the side of her neck gently, caressing its way across her throat as the suckers worked to pull itself forwards, waves of grasping flesh washing down her body as the smallest worked upwards, and the rest of the ensnaring tendril moved forwards to accommodate, allowing thicker and thicker portions to squeeze and knead at Dentia’s form.
It completed it’s circuit around Dentia’s neck, tickling along her chin and the side of her muzzle before caressing her cheek as it pulled taught, tightening just enough to give her an encompassing feeling of compression on all sides. Those hundreds upon hundreds of suckers all clasping at once to her form, both against thin latex and bare skin, drawing a squeak from the thoroughly enamored ratgirl as they suckered and kissed along her form. before Bindy relaxed her grip just as softly, every single one popping free with a series of sounds that filled Dentia’s dishlike ears.
Another, lower sound escaped her lips at that, all of her worries thoroughly and completely washed away by that every continuing series of caresses. She was suspended in the air as Bindy looked up at her with a happy expression, quite happy to have someone in her grasp to snuggle.
Dentia couldn’t tell up from down by this point and she really couldn't be asked to care. Her tail wiggled lightly in the grip of those various tentacles, the occasional squirms of her body always compensated for by those skilled and dexterous tentacles ever attentive to the movements of her body as she was soothed, very nearly turning into mere molding clay under the soft, squeezy touch of Bindy.
At the back of her mind, she thought for a moment that there was something she should be preparing for, something that was kind of important...Maybe she should give Bindy a tap and try to get her head toget-
That thought vanished into the back of her mind as a tentacle snuck under the small sleeve at the base of her tail, caressing along the thickest portion with suckering kisses. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth a bit farther and any coherent thought went the way of the dodo inside her brain as it was bowled over with the sheer pleasantness of being under Bindy’s care, like a wood shack under the tide of a hurricane.
Ah well. Whatever it was she was sure it would sort itself out.

End