(This time I remembered to start a new thread for a request fill that was going to be more than a one shot/two parter) (Putting off my old tentaspy WIP to write a new tentaspy request fill. Ironic? Or just a sad indicator of where my life is at?) ORIGINAL PROMPT: My first request - please let me know if anyone has already written something like this! I've read lots of stories about characters entering a relationship with Tentaspy. I want something a little different. I'd like to read a Sniper/Spy story where they are in a relationship *before* Spy becomes Tentaspy. What would happen then? How would you cope if your partner suddenly became half squid? Would Tentaspy be subject to quarrantine and experiments and would Sniper try to rescue him? Can love overcome all tentacles?! ~~~Prologue~~~ They had a usual meeting spot, in one of the little shack-like outbuildings that dotted the little canyon between and around the bases. It was the main shed, nearest the BLU's camp in the caves, generally a safe enough meeting point with the real base on the other side of the tunnels, with no one coming out into the center after hours, save the Spy and the Sniper. "Romantic, no?" The Spy laughs softly, touching the wall, as he slips into the shed, cloak dropping. "How come it takes you longer'n it does me to get here?" The Sniper pulls him into a kiss. "You must start earlier. And I am worth waiting for." "Smug little bastard. So what's so romantic about it?" "Well... I met you on the roof." "Stabbed me on the roof, more like." The Sniper corrects. "Well, yes. But I did notice how handsome you were. It made it rather harder to stab you the next time." He admits. "If you like, next time we can meet closer to your side." "This is fine." His hand starts up the Spy's back, under his suit jacket. The Spy, as always, capitulates easily. He has been at Dustbowl a solid year now, and he has spent most of that year dancing around the enemy Sniper, at first a game of distance and violence, then one of stilted denials and stolen moments. For almost ten months, though, one of sweet pleasures. Lately, one of genuine feeling. It is a long time, to keep such a volatile secret, when living in close quarters with men who make their living killing your lover, and his team. It is all worth it, for those nights they can spend together. "You know, I hate making love on these rough, dirty floorboards..." The Spy sighs, squirming slightly. "Really? Coulda fooled me, you drag me out here to do it often enough." The Sniper grins, lowering himself down, pinning the Spy to the floor before kissing him again. "I just know-- Mm!-- I just know it is ruining my suit..." "Nah." He lines their bodies up, rolls his hips. "You're always fine after." "Oh?" "Sure." A sharp jerk forward and then a return to the gentle rhythmic rolling. "I check your arse out every time you leave. Never notice anything wrong with your suit." "Oh... You wouldn't notice." "No, I'm very perceptive." The Sniper promises. He kisses the Spy again, and is rewarded, with teeth and tongue and a leg coming up to wrap around his waist. "Hurry up and get me undressed, or I really will ruin this suit..." He laughs again, one hand slipping down between their bodies to undo the Spy's belt. "Wouldn't want that, sweetheart. No, wouldn't want that..." ---/-/--- It is the one time they vary their routine, meeting in one of the outbuildings just off RED's base proper, one where the Sniper has promised a cleaner floor. They're engaging in a playful pre-sex tussle when the little two-room shack is suddenly flooded with light. "You caught me here," The Spy hisses urgently, as the sound of footsteps draws nearer. "I will escape later." He has no time to get away before half the RED team is there with them, and the Sniper has no choice but to follow in his plan. The Soldier is leading the charge, with the Heavy and Medic close behind, and it's the only lie they've got. "I thought I heard something out here!" The Soldier bellows. "Caught an enemy Spy on the base." He says weakly. If they shoot the Spy, he will respawn, and if not... well, he'd been confident in his escape abilities, hadn't he? "How... fortuitous." The Medic grins. It's the grin that cements the bad feeling they both have about it. Before that, the Spy had believed wholeheartedly in his ability to slip away, and the Sniper had believed wholeheartedly in him. There is a glint in the Medic's eye which speaks to sedatives and experiments, though, and that is a different story...
I am intrigued, but i wish you had fleshed out the first chapter or prologue a bit more. You are just throwing us in here. The first part was not bad, rather liked the minial thing you had going on, but the second part has some pacing issues. Things are happening rather fast, with very little descrition. It worked in the first paragraph as it was mostly dialogue and a brief history of how the two got together. Doesn't work so well in the second part though.
>>2 Maybe I'm just feeling underly-critical tonight, but I disagree that the pacing was a problem. Not that I'm saying it couldn't be improved, only that I never noticed anything wrong, and even after you pointing it out, I still don't think a re-write is in order. I mean, fuck, it's on the short side anyway. I rather appreciate that Anne is setting up the big picture and telling us what we need to know before getting to "the good part", I guess. Details are great and often in short supply, but let's not drag our heels here; the tentaspy goodness is what we're all looking forward to. Well, heck, I don't know if I agree or disagree with you, but I don't think it's worth agonizing over. I just want more. That very last paragraph gave me a bit of the chills, honestly. I'm definitely excited to read on.
I'll have to agree with Anon 2. You're probably sick and tired of writing stories about how Sniper and Spy get together, but this story more than just plunges in. I feel the reader needs a little more orientation, more background to flesh it out. Although knowing what's coming, I already fell bad for Sniper and Spy.
I actually have to agree with anon 3 in saying that the story is fine as is. For me, this is an issue of focus. After all, this is a story about the transformation of spy to tentaspy and how things revolve around that. It's not a story about how Spy and Sniper got together, rather how the relationship responds to it. Furthermore, i am interested in seeing how Sniper responds to his own team's medic experimenting on his lover and mutating him.
I agree with >>3 and >>5 that I don't think it's espeically.... important as to how sniper and spy got together, since the prompt is asking how an already established couple will respond to such a transformation. Personally, all I need to be told is "Sniper and Spy are together" and I'm like "alright fantastic good for them bring on the tentacles." In short, I think this is a short-and-sweet beginning, and the perfect set up.
Whenever I see a Sniper/Spy fic written by Anne, I always put them in the "Mercy" universe, and then I don't have to worry about how they got together, because I already know. CANNOT WAIT FOR THE REST OF THIS OH LORDY LORD
Thanks, you guys! I can certainly see the point of view of >>2 and >>4 but yeah, guess it's already been said that the real focus here is on the tentacles. I just didn't want to dive in without a 'they're already together' prologue, so I could show a little bit instead of just telling. ~~~Ch.1~~~ The Sniper stays camped outside the operating theater all night, far enough down the hall that he can duck around a corner when the door opens. There are noises-- the loud buzz of instruments he prefers not to think about, the sounds of a struggle, even a wet slosh that sounds like a great deal of liquid being upset, but there are no screams. He holds onto that. It's three in the morning when, instead of seeing the Medic emerge from the theater, he sees him come back to it from the direction of the resupply room. "Good on ya," He whispers, ducking back to avoid the doctor's gaze. None of his other experiments had ever sent him through respawn-- though they'd sent quite a few others there. It's five thirty when the Medic really leaves, his gait weary but his whistling cheerful, and the Sniper darts into the doctor's domain. "Spy?" He hisses. "Spy? Still here?" "G-go... Just go." The Spy's voice is weak, panicked, coming from behind tall shelves of equipment and old medical texts. "Don't look at me, forget about me, please, go!" "Dammit. Did he take your mask? That's not-- Look, I'll just--" "No... No, please, just--" He keeps his eyes on the floor. It's sounding more and more like something beyond mere privacy is at stake, and he hates the rising note of hysteria. "I won't look, all right? Just tell me what he did." If it's vivisection, he doesn't know what he'll do. He'll have to face it, he supposes-- If the Spy's still alive after being opened up and left open, then the doc's operating medibeam is on him, on low, and the Sniper will probably have to take some pins out before the Spy can really heal. He would understand, though, if it was that. He wouldn't want to be seen spread open and tacked down to the table like a frog. He doesn't see the operating table, when he comes around the shelves that had blocked his view. What he sees is a tank, and that surprises him into looking up. He's not sure what he's seeing at first. The writhing mess of tentacles that have no place in any respectable operating room, he can process those, even if they must be attached to the biggest damn octopus in the world. The Spy's face-- mask still in place, at least the Medic had some idea of respect for his test subjects-- that he can process as well, because between the doc and the thing in the tank, the fear he sees in the other man's eyes is perfectly natural. It's the distance he isn't processing, because the Spy should be strapped down to the table somewhere, but there is no table. He should be so much farther away from the tank and the thing inside it, and instead it almost seems like he's in there, too. "I told you to go! I told you not to look!" The Spy shrieks, and for a split second it looks as though the thing in the tank is devouring him, slowly, as though it's some new pet the Spy's been fed to, but when the Sniper darts closer he can see past the twisting arms, to the Spy's naked torso and the clean way his pale skin becomes deep blue... The moment that begins to make sense, everything else stops. For a long moment, the Sniper can understand nothing. "I told you not to look." The words come out in a bitter sob. "Bloody fucking hell." He says. It does not nearly sum up the situation. No words will. "Just go." The Spy moans. "Just go." The Sniper moves up to the edge of the tank-- he doesn't want to look any closer, but he can't just leave. Now, the way the tentacles twist around themselves reminds him of someone wringing their hands-- something the Spy does not actually do, his hands grip the far edge of the tank, his back is to the Sniper now, his head down. "Spy..." "Go!" "Like hell I will." He moves around the tank, grabs the Spy's wrist before he can try to dart away, cups his cheek. "What did that bastard do to you?" "Does it matter? I thought I told you to go. Forget me." "Forget--? I love you, dammit!" The Spy looks up. "... You do?" "Course I do. You thought I didn't?" "Well," He shrugs, eyes darting away. "Ten months, you never said it..." "Never said-- I spend half the week sneaking out practically into enemy territory after hours! Every time I catch sight of you through my scope, I miss by about five centimeters, even though it's a waste of bullets and it doesn't do any favours for my record, I do that 'cause I can't-- 'cause I don't-- I do that for you! If all that's not love, then what is?" "I love you, as well." The Spy murmurs. "So why would you for a second think I ought to just leave you here like this? Huh?" "Look at me. I am a monster. I did not want to be seen like this. I did not... I wish..." "Look... Look, okay, it's-- It's disturbing, yeah. It's not-- He can't keep you like this forever. You'll be fine after respawn." The Spy nods. "I just wish you had waited for that to happen. He can't keep me during the week, not like this..." "Speaking of... noticed you sent the doc there." "When the drugs wore off. After the... attachment took." "Believe me, if the techno-mumbo jumbo that keeps us all from taking our own teammates out ever goes down, I'll have that man's intestines strewn about like party streamers." The Sniper promises, kissing the Spy softly. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let him take ya." "We had no choice." The Spy shakes his head. "If you had not..." "What happened?" "I was paralyzed, but... I was awake. I saw the creature in the tank, before he cut its head off. I realized what he meant to do when the saw..." He touches his waist, wincing. "There were other injections, I don't know what. It was all... horrible. Then instead of healing me, the beam just... fused what was left of us together." "Fuck..." The Sniper says. He still can't think of anything better. One of the tentacles rises up out of the water and executes a perfectly blase gesture. "Of course, once he did that, the paralyzing agent wore off rather quickly, and once I discovered that I could control them..." "So then what'd he come back for?" "To shoot me up with more sedatives." The Spy frowns. "To watch. It... It wasn't the last of the changes." The Sniper nods. When the Spy speaks, he can see flashes of teeth much sharper than normal-- something which strikes him as particularly horrible, out-of-place with the nature of the octopus lower-half. The Spy's gloves are torn half apart, to accommodate new webbing that stretched between his fingers, and in the light, his eyes were brighter somehow, the pupils not quite right. There's a dusky blue tinge to the Spy's skin even where he is most human. "I cannot... I cannot live like this." The Spy shakes his head. "No, you... Yeah. I'll find something." The Sniper promises. He's not familiar with anything in the Medic's array of syringes and he's afraid of grabbing the wrong thing. In the end he falls back on the kukri. He cradles the Spy's head in one hand and kisses him before drawing the blade quickly across the man's throat. The blood that pours out to stain the water of the tank is inky purple. He hurries from the operating theater, runs all the way down the canyon to stand at the entrance to the BLU's caves. He waits for what seems like ages, but when the Spy emerges from the cave entrance, he does so in an awkward canter on four of the eight tentacles, the others lifted up, and when he's near enough, his anguish is clear. "It should have reset me!" "Look, we'll... We'll deal with this. At least you're here." "No." He keeps moving toward the RED base. "What-- What do you mean 'no'? You can't go back there--" "I need the tank. The first thing I did on respawning was to crawl to the showers... It is too uncomfortable to dry out, and our Medic does not have anything comparable. I felt like I nearly died looking. I cannot live there. And... And this way at least, my team will not see me." "He'll torture you!" "Not if he cannot get close enough. I have reach now. Besides... For the time being, it is the only way." The Sniper frowns, but he just follows along. The Spy is in obvious pain by the time they reach the RED operating theater, and the tank's water is still dark with spilled blood, but it is wet, and that is all the Spy cares about, when he finally lowers himself into it. "We'll find something..." He promises. "I do not know if it can be undone." The Spy shakes his head. "Then we'll do something! I don't know what, something! If we could get you to a base with water, you could at least be free. You could at least..." "How do you propose to do that?" He smiles sadly. The Sniper shrugs. "Working on that, yet." "You really aren't going to give up on me?" He reaches out, stopping short before he can touch the Sniper's face, his eyes on his own transformed hand. The Sniper reaches out and holds onto it. "No. I'm not." "Thank you. I think you're a fool for it, but I love you. I wouldn't blame you for leaving." "I'd blame me. Been almost a year, I'm not just... walking out because..." "Because I am a monster?" "No. That fucking psycho Medic, he's a monster." The Sniper shakes his head. "I'll just have to get used to it. I could get used to it." "I don't know how. I am missing quite a few things I know you used to enjoy..." "Yeah, well, you got enough of yourself left. I'll see if it's possible to get you to someplace with water, then we can see about making an escape." The Spy leans forward, kissing his cheek. "Well, thank you." The Sniper sinks down to the floor, and leans against the side of the tank. He falls asleep there.
Oh wow, thank you so much for picking up my request! I am LOVING this. It's hitting so many of my narrative kinks. And I gotta admit I'm a bit of a romantic so Sniper's reaction to Spy's predicament has made me feel fuzzy inside. I am worried Medic is going to wander back in and find Sniper asleep by the tank! Thank you, thank you, thank you! I'll just be over here, eagerly awaiting more!
I agree with >>9 especially regarding Sniper's reaction. I am very excited for the next update, just as I am always excited when you update any of your other stuff.
was not sure about the title. then i clicked it, saw the cat detectives name and was like "yep, this is on my must read list" tentaspy is my favorite thing to read about. i look forward for more updates!
>>10 >>11 Thank you, guys! >>9 Oh, good, I'm always so glad when the requester likes it! (I have a weakness for romantic declarations/stands) As to Medic walking in... perhaps I should just let the chapter speak for itself... ~~~Ch. 2~~~ "Guten Morgen!" The Sniper cracks one eye open to see the Medic leaning over him, grinning broadly. "I see you've found my work." He continues to smile, not the threatening leer of the battlefield, but a perfectly friendly if overly pleased expression. If anything, the Sniper thinks that's worse. "Yeah. I... I just... I wondered what-- happened, with..." He scrambles to his feet, risks a glance back to the Spy, leaning over the edge of the tank to sleep, his lower half floating listlessly, his head pillowed awkwardly on one arm. "What-- What has happened?" The Medic peers into the murky water of the tank. "Oh, if there is a functioning ink sac and I missed its deployment..." "That's his blood." The Sniper's chest feels tight. Before the Medic can answer, or question him further, the Spy is awake, wrapping his tentacles around the doctor's arms and his throat and squeezing. "Monstre!" He accuses, dragging the Medic into the tank. The Sniper merely stands by until the thrashing stops. Once it does, the Spy turns to look at him. "Were you caught here?" "He didn't seem to think anything of it." The Sniper shrugs. "I'm sorry..." "What for?" "You had to... see that. Me, like that. This." The Spy's brow knits in worry. "It is one thing for a man to kill another man in a war. It is somewhat different to drown one out of anger. With... with the tentacles." "If ever a man deserved being drowned out of anger... he brought it on himself giving you tentacles in the first place." The Sniper shakes his head. Eventually, the body disappears. "Still," The Spy sinks lower into the tank. "The loss of control as much as anything..." "Don't." The Sniper reaches for him. "You're human--" "Am I?" He laughs bitterly, rising up to spread his arms and wave his tentacles. "Yes. Everyone loses control sometimes. Think I don't enjoy a revenge kill more than just the job?" "I--" The Spy begins, before the door flies open and he slumps forward, revealing the Medic standing by the shelves, syringe gun in hand. "What do you think you're doing?" The Sniper dives forward, pulling the Spy up, halfway out of the tank. "Sedating the creature, what else?" "He'll drown!" He finally manages to haul the Spy up so that his arms dangle over the edge of the tank, holding him up. "... He shouldn't. Unless... unless the serum failed to give him gills. He should be well equipped for living underwater. I'm sorry, why did you care?" "Well, I-- I just-- If he dies, he'll respawn, won't he? Back over on the other side." The Medic mulls this over, stroking his chin. "Well, it would not hurt to remain on the safe side. Do you know why the tank is filled with blood?" "I cut him." The Sniper looks to the side. "I wasn't exactly expecting this when I came by last night to see how you were getting on with your... experiments." "Next time I'll leave a note." The Medic giggles. "Well, I should thank you for your restraint, then, since he is still in my possession. Now... I do not know how long the sedatives will last... the last time I drugged him, the effects wore off rather quicker than I had anticipated. Well, hurry, help me." The Sniper is thankful for small mercies, at least. The Medic is a little imperious and a little egotistical, and seems more pleased than anything to have a coworker take an interest in one of his experiments, and he doesn't mind treating the Sniper like the Igor to his Frankenstein. They roll a strange half-table over to the edge of the tank, and the Sniper can't register any protest when the Medic orders him to lift the Spy up so his arms and torso can be strapped down. The Sniper cups up handfuls of the bloody water to pour over the octopus-like skin exposed to the air. "This won't do." The Medic tuts. "I'm glad I sprung for the model that drains. I didn't get a clear tank so that my view could be obscured! Stand back!" The Sniper steps to the side, so that he's standing at the head of the half-table, where the Spy's head lolls to one side. An eyelid flickers, but aside from that, he remains still. The Medic pulls a small lever attached to the side of the tank and the water gushes out, to swirl slowly down the drain in the center of the operating theater floor. He hooks a hose up to the sink, rinsing away the violet film of diluted blood from the tank walls and from the Spy, before resecuring the release valve and refilling the tank. Throughout every step, he seems immensely cheerful, and the Sniper strokes the Spy's forehead whenever the Medic isn't looking and wishes he could kill the man himself. He could-- not with any of his weapons, but he doesn't doubt he could overpower the doctor, hold him under and drown him again. The consequences are too grave, though. When the Spy comes to, the Medic is within tentacle's-reach, however, and in the end, the Sniper's help is not needed. This time, when the Medic respawns and returns to his operating theater, he remains back in the entryway. "Herr Sniper, can I speak with you a moment?" The Sniper follows him out into the hallway. He doesn't see much in the way of options. "He has not killed you." The Medic is still smiling. Whether or not it's a good sign, it's impossible to say. "Guess not." "Even though you are not entirely blameless... Well, of course he is perhaps no longer a reasoning animal..." The Sniper bites down hard on the inside of his cheek, hands clenching into fists. "Still, that he has not singled you out as a victim-- at least, not yet-- gives me an idea. I cannot go near him so long as he is conscious. There is no way to restrain the tentacles, they would slip through even the tightest bonds. I could certainly take some measurements while he is sedated, but I would have no way of measuring his responses." "What are you asking me to do?" The Sniper growls. The Medic leads him back into the operating theater, though not around the shelves to where the Spy is. He takes a tray and begins laying things out. "Calipers." He says, placing them carefully. "Dictaphone. Sedative-- In case you need it. There is a spare pair of gloves on the shelf, next to my brain-- Ha, well, not my brain, of course!-- You are free to use them." "Use...?" "To examine him! I will be able to watch from above," He gestures to the observation deck looking onto the theater. "I won't have sound, so you'll need to use the Dictaphone if there is anything I must hear. See if you can engage it in conversation-- we know he is still capable of some human speech, after all!" "He's human!" The Sniper insists, words spilling out before he can think better of them. Even still, he can't quite regret them. "You and I both know that is not entirely the case. Whether the changes are or are not entirely beneficial, we have yet to determine. Viel Gluck!" And with that, the Medic is out the door, spring still in his step. The Sniper hurries back around the corner. "The man's gone insane." He drops the tray on a nearby cart. "Really? I hadn't noticed." The Sniper wrestles with any kind of response, and comes up with nothing productive. Instead, he pours another few handfuls of water over the exposed strip of the Spy's lower half. "Thank you." "Yeah, well." "I don't mind if you need to look like you are doing some sort of job here, you know." "Guess if he can't hear, it gives us the chance to talk." The Sniper smiles. "Guess I could get away with touching you a little." He traces one finger along the palm of one of the Spy's hands, then up, gently touching the webbing between his fingers. "What's it feel like, having that?" "It feels like the skin between your fingers, there is just more of it." The Spy shrugs as best he can with straps holding his wrists in place and another pulled tight across his chest. The Sniper glances back over his shoulder at the window, where the Medic has just appeared, grinning wildly and pointing to the instrument tray. "I'm really sorry about this." He sighs. He surreptitiously runs his thumb between a couple of his own fingers and tries to imagine what 'more of it' would be like.
I am really loving this. I don't think I've seen a tentaspy fic quite like this before.
Hm. I wonder if our dear Sniper will actually put the instrument on our dear Spy. Looking forward to it.
I am so excited to see this updated. It's my new favorite thing. Please continue to be awesome, Anne.
Oh man I love this bubbly Medic.
Thanks, all! And here I am to bring you more. >>16 I'm kind of liking writing a Medic who's just high on SCIENCE!, where he doesn't have to worry about keeping his team alive, he's just really enjoying having a new abomination, and he really wants everyone else to appreciate his monster. ~~~Ch. 3~~~ For a moment, the Sniper fumbles with the calipers. The Medic never actually told him what it was he was supposed to be doing with them, and he's not sure. Measuring something, as far as he can tell, but they look like they would pinch something awful if he did something wrong, and 'measure something' wasn't much in the way of instruction, either. He picks up the Dictaphone instead, and offers the Spy a smile. "You want to record a message for the good doctor?" The Spy chuckles. "Please. After all, I must prove that I am a 'reasoning creature', mustn't I?" "He's an ass." "Turn it on." The Sniper does, holding the microphone up to the Spy. "Hello, Doctor. I can see you through the window. If I ever get loose, I am coming for you... and I will kill you. One of these days. You have created in me a powerful enemy, and one of these days, you will see just how much so..." The Sniper clicks the Dictaphone off and sets it down. "I love you." The Spy chuckles again, and one of the tentacles comes up to brush against the Sniper's cheek. As soon as the Spy sees what he is doing, he freezes, eyes wide, and yanks the tentacle back down into the tank to wrap itself around with the others. "I'm sorry." "Don't-- It's fine." He lifts one of the tentacles up out of the water, squeezing gently when the Spy starts to slither out of his grasp. "Don't. Right?" "They're horrible." "They're not going anywhere anytime soon. If it's a choice between letting you go and getting used to a few extra appendages, you know where I stand." The Spy attempts a smile. It falters slightly, but this time, he wraps the end of the tentacle loosely around the Sniper's forearm and doesn't draw back. "Guess I should pretend to... do something scientific..." "You unwind the little screw there, then you fix it back into place once the distance is set." The Spy says, eyes flickering to the calipers. "Oh. Thanks." The Sniper goes about measuring the widest part of one of the tentacles, and seeing no place to take notes, merely records the number into the Dictaphone. He measures the width in a couple other places, at something of a loss for what else to do. A couple of times, the Spy even smirks at him. "Not that those are necessarily accurate." He laughs, narrowing one of the tentacles to slip free with a centimeter of free space to either side. "They sort of... stretch a bit. Or squeeze. I suppose it's the lack of bones." "Fine." The Sniper tosses the calipers off and strokes lightly along the back. "What are they like? Having 'em, I mean?" "Like," The Spy's eyes flicker closed. "You know the feeling... when someone touches your arm so lightly, and your hair stands on end? It is like this, except for the hair. Well, and that the other side is like having hundreds of fingertips... That is the best I can describe it. It made walking across ground painful a bit, but..." The Sniper turns the tentacle over in his hands, tracing one of the suckers. "So this is just like if I was touching your fingertips?" "Mm-hm..." He sighs, head tilting back. "I have rather sensitive fingertips, though..." "I know. Every time I get your gloves off..." "That time..." The Spy smiles up at him, for a moment completely unselfconscious. "That time you nearly brought me off just sucking on them..." "And I always used to think you wore the gloves all the time so you wouldn't leave prints anyplace. After a while I started to think you did it so you wouldn't embarrass yourself." "You're an ass." The Spy shakes his head. "I, ah... I don't have..." "Shh. Doing my job." This time, he runs his finger along the edge of the skirt, gently lifting up the skin that stretched between the tentacles. "Lift yourself up for me?" "I don't know--" "You've got a beak." The Sniper cranes his neck to get a better view up under the skirt. "Oh, merde..." "Look, either I can measure it while you're awake, or he'll put you to sleep and go poking around your undercarriage." "Don't call it that." The Spy spreads himself open as best he can. "Don't call it anything. I want to pretend I don't-- I'm not-- What is it like?" "It's like a beak." The Sniper shrugs. "Like an octopus beak. Only huge. Look-- it's not really that-- I mean, you can only even really see it if you push the... the fleshy part back a bit." He demonstrates by doing just that, so that he can get in with the calipers to get a measurement, and the Spy squirms. "What?" "It... It feels like... Like you are pushing my lips back from my teeth, except you're not touching my face. It's just strange." "Sorry." "Better you than him." He mumbles. The Sniper straightens, setting the calipers aside again and trailing one hand up the Spy's side, angling his own body to hide the intimacy of the gesture. "When we don't have an audience, I'll do something about your lips." "Also better you than him. I... I don't know what to do about my-- my teeth, they're--" "Well, I'll be careful." He shrugs. "Octopus bits and weirdo fangs or no octopus bits and weirdo fangs, still think you're pretty handsome..." "I don't know what I'd do without you." The Spy sighs. "Wouldn't be in this situation if it wasn't for me." The Sniper looks away. "Then maybe it is worth it." The Spy leans forward as much as he can, the straps holding him fast to the table. One of the tentacles strokes the back of the Sniper's hand. "All right? I am okay, I am fine. I do not even mind. Please, do not start to think we never should have started this thing." "I don't think that." He flips the tentacle over in his hands, studying the underside, traveling up with one fingertip. The Spy sighs, tentacle slipping back underwater, as a different one re-wets the air-exposed mantle. The Sniper reaches for it. The Sniper reaches into the tank for one that isn't in danger of growing uncomfortably dry, and comes up with a different tentacle wrapped loosely around his wrist, the end flicking lazily. He squints, stares, compares it to the others. The end is thicker, and over the last several inches, there's a groove in place of the twin rows of suckers. He touches the underside lightly and the Spy gasps, the full length of the tentacle blanching, even the texture of the skin changing. "Bloody hell, sorry, I'm sorry!" The Sniper jumps back. "What'd I do wrong, did I hurt you?" "N-no..." The Spy's chest heaves against the strap holding him down, and as the colour and texture of his lower half re-evens, he reaches back out for the Sniper. "Ah, quite the opposite, I assure you..." He looks at the difference in tentacles, at the smooth expanse below the Spy's waist, and the slight purplish flush creeping in around the edges of his mask. "Oh. Really?" "Something of a relief." The Spy laughs weakly. "Here I thought I didn't have anything of that nature." The Sniper swallows hard. "Right. I... We've an audience, or..." The Spy looks back up to the window and bites his lip, tentacle withdrawing. "Of course." "I mean, I'd do it. Just... he doesn't need to see." "Yes." "I'll go take the Dictaphone up to him. I-- I'll see you later. When nobody else is around? We'll, ah... finish..." "Our scientific exploration?" The Spy smirks. "Yeah. That. I promise." He nods. "I believe you." There's not much else he can do, even knowing they can only be observed and not overheard, even with his back to the observation deck window, but he blows a quick kiss and winks before taking the Dictaphone and leaving. The Medic meets him out in the hallway, bouncing on the balls of his feet. "You must have a way with animals! He never once strangled you! I thought for a few moments he would. Ah well. And, you got him to change colour! Very interesting." "Yeah." The Sniper tosses him toe Dictaphone, mouth tightening. "Guess I'm... used to... that sort of thing..." "I need to test his natural camouflage..." The Medic ignores him, carrying on. "If it is effective, then I can refine the serum-- after all, the tentacles are really just a bonus, not a requirement. Without the extraneous animal parts, an quick injection to our own spy might make the use of those silly watches obsolete."
>>17 Psh, and I forget to re-sign in. Oh, text boards, why must you always be confuddling me.
I love how much of the octopus anatomy you've included in this! I've made some notes for a Tentaspy fic I'd like to try writing at some point, and most of the notes are on octopus anatomy - if you're making an octopus hybrid anyway, it seems a waste of good Uncanny Valley not to include the beak, hectocotylus, and other inhuman features that'd squick the romantic interest (and the reader). I think Sniper is taking it really well, though - Spy seems to be freaking himself out more than anyone. I'm looking forward to the two of them getting a moment alone, though. It'll be quite interesting to see how that turns out!
>>19 I love you right now. Yeah, I am majorly into octopi (and squid) anyway, so I enjoyed adding in the hectocotylus, the difference in blood coloration, the colour/texture change occurring during pre-mating activity (as abruptly cut-off as it may have been...) (Though I will probably stop short of the snap-off-and-regrow-every-season hectocotylus that some species have... that might be too traumatic for everyone involved...) I figure Sniper might take it better than Spy... I don't know, I see him as having a fairly high tolerance for things that squick others, whereas Spy is going through both 'giant sea monsters are icky' and 'holy crap my body is completely different'. I'm spending a lot of time picturing him fishing for pacific red octopus now, though... one of the thousands of different animals he could have realistically hunted at some point in his life, I guess.
YESSSS Best story on the chan rn in my opinion
>>20 Though I will probably stop short of the snap-off-and-regrow-every-season hectocotylus that some species have... that might be too traumatic for everyone involved... Oh god I laughed so hard! Yeah, that would probably be a bit over the top, even for a Tentaspy fic - although I'm having the most hilarious mental image right now of Sniper thinking he's doing a great job and suddenly staring in total shock at the detached octopus penis in his hand... Poor guy. He'll need to brush up on his marine biology. And yeah, I imagine Sniper might be cooler with the change than Spy; he doesn't seem to be the kind of person who cares a lot about appearances, his own or others'. Whereas Spy considered himself a handsome rogue and now has to deal with a serious case of identity loss on top of the body horror and medical torture; the realisation that he can't do almost any of the things he used to and probably can't ever go back to his old life would be traumatising to anyone. So Spy really has it worse between the two of them, I think. God, now I really want to start writing Tentaspy too... But I have too many other projects to finish first. I'll just wait at the edge of my seat for your next instalment. Thanks for sharing this great fic with us!
Forgive me if this is classed as spamming - but it did bring a tear of joy to my eye, and I love the huge amount of character this animal displays! All i could think about was Spy toying with medic and/or Sniper. Hope you enjoy! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x5DyBkYKqnM
>>23 Never apologize for giving me octopus videos. (and thanks everyone!)
I actually like that this Medic is of the "mad scientist" variety. It's nice that he doesn't actually bear any ill-will to the Spy, he just can't help but want to mess with the laws of nature and come up with some crazy creations. I also like that he does have an end goal that lines up with the kind of motives we saw in Meet the Medic; he is always interested in "improving" the human body. He's not just an ass, he's an ass with a vision!
I'm really enjoying this story, and not because I want to sexually assault cephalopods (well, OK, not *just* because). The back-story for why, exactly, Medic would want to create a tentaspy is very clever, and revealed in such an offhand, natural way. I know if I were writing it, I'd want to put in fifteen pounds of "look how awesome I am" exposition.
I wonder if it would be possible to make pants for an octopus. Maybe rubber pants. That way Tentaspy could walk around on land without chafing so badly.
I keep rereading and rereading this. I didn't think I was a tentaspy fan but I'm really enjoying this.
I'm a marine science major and this is going to be running through my head during all of Oceanography tomorrow...sigh
Oh, wow, thank you so much, you guys. I'm a little overwhelmed by the response here... and contemplating octopus pants. >>29 Then my job here is done. Except, of course, my job here isn't done at all. I've got tentacle porn to write! ~~~Ch. 4~~~ The Sniper sneaks back out to the operating theater as soon as he can, when he knows the Medic won't be back anytime soon. He takes a plate of food down with him, setting it on one of the rolling carts long enough to undo the straps holding the Spy up on the half-table. The Spy sinks down into the tank with a sigh, rubbing his wrists. "Chafing?" The Sniper takes one of his hands, pressing a kiss to the pulse point on the inside of the Spy's wrist. "Sorry. I-- I would've let you down sooner, I--" "I'm fine." He shakes his head, rubbing at the slightly red band around his chest. "I will be. I hope this plate is for me?" "Lunch. Or breakfast." The Sniper hands it over. "So, the doc wants to mess around with camouflage. He reckons if it works, he can shoot our spy up with some of the same, minus the extra arms." "Ah. Lucky bastard." The Spy shakes his head. "Then again, even without having those attached, he will go through the other changes, if that happens. His blood will start turning blue, the teeth-- the teeth I have no explanation for!-- the webbed fingers..." "Your eyes." The Spy frowns. "They have changed?" "It's all right." The Sniper reaches out to brush his cheek. "They're still gorgeous." "Don't tease me. How does it-- Are they-- grotesque?" "No." The frown remains, and a nictating membrane flashes over the eyes in question. The Spy starts. "What just happened?" The Sniper chuckles. "You blinked." "I could still see you." "For going underwater, I guess." "Freakish." He sinks a little lower. "Nah. Well, yeah. But-- It's just a little thing. If I can get over the teeth, I can get over another set of eyelids. Come on... C'mon. Wasn't I going to do a little more experimenting? I was looking forward to it..." The Spy leans up, kissing the Sniper quickly, mouth closed over the new teeth. "If you have really been looking forward to it..." "Finish eating first, I don't know when the doc'll remember to feed you-- or what..." He scowls over the thought of the Spy being treated like a lab animal, or fed like an aquarium exhibit. "Or how often I can." The Spy nods, finishes the leftovers from RED's last team meal before using one of the tentacles to reach the plate back over to the cart. The Sniper reaches for him then, running his hands lightly over the bare shoulders, down his back or his chest. They kiss, and eventually the Spy's mouth opens, and he is careful of his new teeth when their tongues meet. He breaks the kiss when he begins to worry he might forget to be so careful. He offers the Sniper an apologetic smile, winding his arms around the back of the man's neck, and this time he only suffers a moment of frozen embarrassment when one of the tentacles joins in. The Sniper doesn't seem to mind at all, and with that tacit permission, he wraps another tentacle loosely around his lover's waist. "You can go ahead and squeeze me a little, you know." "I'm afraid to." The Spy admits. The Sniper just shrugs, kissing the corner of the Spy's mouth and slipping his own hands lower, to the place where human and octopus skin meets. The colour is growing mottled, the mantle and tentacles becoming softly wrinkled, smoothing and unsmoothing at his touch. "You're soft." He marvels. "Uh..." "'S nice, actually." He can see the purplish flush rising to the Spy's face again, around the edges of the mask. There's a spot of violet showing up high on his chest as well, and he ducks his head down for a moment, but only a moment, before raising it again in a stubborn refusal to behave like a blushing virgin, even with his new body. "Where's the, uh..." The Sniper starts slipping his hand along one of the tentacles not wrapping itself around him, and after a little slippery writhing, the tentacles all shift, the ones around his body slipping back into the tank, others coming up to hold him, and the hectocotylus finding its way into his hand. "Sex tentacle?" The Spy says drily. "Now who's being awful about terminology?" "So what do you want to call it?" "Far as I'm concerned, it's your cock. It looks different, it's someplace different, but that's what it is and that's what I'm calling it." "Oh." The Spy smiles. "Yes... I think I do prefer that." The groove along the underside, the Sniper discovers, is for most of its length exactly the right width to run his tongue along, and when he does, the Spy clings to his shoulders, the tentacle around his waist tightens fractionally, and out of the corner of his eye, he can see the colours dance along the whole of the Spy's octopus half. "Like that?" He grins, stroking and squeezing. The Spy worms the tentacle up, stroking his lower lip with it. "Yes, I do..." "You, ah... you have a lot of control there." The Spy grins back now, and the Sniper isn't sure when the sharp fang-like teeth became sexy, but they are now. "You like that?" "Yes I do..." He opens his mouth, lets the Spy slip in. One of the other tentacles has gotten into his shirt, the sensation somewhere between a light massage and about ten simultaneous hickeys. Yet another presses, firm but gentle, against the bulge in his trousers, and he rocks into the touch, sucking hard. The Spy slips out of his mouth then, and he resumes his handjob, left hand snagging the back of the other man's head to pull him into a messy kiss. When the Spy comes, it's with a shudder and a flash of bright blue striped with white that shoots down his tentacles, and a ropey sac that he looks on with revulsion. "Really?" He moans. The Sniper pokes at it, and it dissolves easily in the water. "Okay." "No. No. Not okay." "Hey. It's fine." "I thought I could still have a moment of happiness in my life, and this." The Spy pulls himself up onto the table as if trying to escape the tank and the taint of his own release. "Hey." The Sniper follows him, placing a hand on his arm. "This is the new normal." "How is this normal?" He curls in on himself. "I couldn't tell you, but... Hey, look, it should be just fine, I mean... as long as you pull out every time, right?" The Spy lifts his head, and opens one eye. "You are still not disgusted by me?" "Never." He lets himself slide back down into the tank, but hangs out over the edge, reaching his hand down to tug at the Sniper's waistband. "Then I suppose I owe you one..." The Sniper caresses the top of the Spy's head, then the back of his hand. "Guess so."
Haha! On, man, I can almost picture them both just staring down at the octo-semen with looks of bemused curiosity and post-orgasmic revulsion. I almost want to draw it... but so much on my plate at the moment... Can't wait to see more from you, this is great!
Original requester here. The line about sex tentacles had me laughing out loud! I knew I shouldn't have read this on my lunch at work but I couldn't wait until I got home. Sniper is taking all these changes in Spy very stoically. I love how he reassures Spy when he starts to freak out. I imagine that Sniper is very much thinking about how to change Spy back though. But the only one who could probably do that is Medic (who I LOVE by the way - love, love love MadScience!Medic). But since respawn didn't help I'm guessing that at some point they'll all find out that this is irreversible. Cant wait for the next update!
Nice. I think this might be the first Tentaspy story I've read where the hectocotylus is mentioned. Another random question--does he have a beak down there?
>>33 It is mentioned in chaper 3 that he does. Only Anne knows when it will come up in the story again.
I am really enjoying all the reactions to the new biology.
Thanks, you guys! Glad so many folks seem to be enjoying my foray into the wild, wild world of octopus sex. Wait, that came out wrong... No, no, that came out pretty much right. Also, this: http://whipspiderrubberworks.com/catalog/product_info.php?products_id=51 I'm disappointed that it's NOT actually a hectocotylus, but I now need to see art of Sniper playing with one... ~~~Ch. 5~~~ The Medic returns to the operating theater before the Sniper can, interrupting the Spy's afternoon of listlessly floating in his tank. Still, even the doctor's interruption is better than endless boredom. He keeps his syringe gun trained on the Spy, but balanced on his other hand is a covered tray, and once he has it set down on one of the carts, he lifts the cloche, and the Spy is hit with the smell of onions and beef broth. "Hungry, my little monster?" The Medic smiles. "Ah ah ah! Stay where you are. We are going to make a bargain. If you can cooperate, then the soup in this bowl is yours. If you refuse, I will instead sedate you to do some poking around, and I will dump the soup out in the sink and leave you with a tin of sardines." "I am listening, Doctor." The Spy sneers, leaning on the wall of the tank and affecting a bored moue. "No meat and potatoes, but our Spy made it himself, so I'm sure it will appeal to your palette as well..." The Medic muses, giving the bowl of soup one stir. "I need to see the full ability of your camouflage reflex. As an added bonus, Herr Ungeheuer, if it works well, you shall most likely be able to end my life again." "Now that is quite an enticement." The Spy smiles. "I have no idea how I am supposed to, ah, camouflage myself. There is no button to press." "Try." "Try doing what, Doctor? Think invisible thoughts?" The Medic sighs and fires his syringe gun, just to the Spy's left, and the Spy gasps, invisibility rippling across him just as the shifting colours had before. "Sehr gut!" The Medic congratulates, just before the Spy uses his newfound ability to sneak past the man's defenses and strangle him again. He is still laughing, up until he can no longer draw enough breath. Once he is dead, the Spy takes the soup and retreats back to the comfort of the tank. It is acceptable, if not four-star. Clearly the RED Spy has never attended the Cordon-Bleu... There is also a tin of sardines, as mentioned, sitting on the tray, and with a look of disdain, the Spy stretched out one tentacle to lift the cloche back into place. He does not even want to look at them, let alone contemplate eating them. When the Medic returns from respawning, syringe gun again trained carefully on the now-visible Spy, he is smiling. "Just one more question, before I leave you. Your dexterity, when did you discover you were able to free yourself from the straps using the tentacles? Can you demonstrate for me?" The Spy just glances at him, as witheringly as he can, and finishes his soup.
Dear god, that link… I think that almost made my day as much as the chapter update did! Also, I just have to mention that I love, love your Medic in this fic. He’s just so excited about this! Even when Spy finds a new inventive way of killing him, that’s just another AMAZING DISCOVERY! He’s not malicious or evil, more like a kid with a new toy. I hope he gets to poke around with the Tentaspy some more, just because I enjoy their interactions. Thanks for writing!
Oh thank god, cat Detective is here to save us from boring and nonsensical tentaspy fics. I was once yelled at in afanfic for suggesting tentaspy have a netherbeak. MORE PLEASE.
I like this story. So if he has a beak, what's it used for in his case? Also, what exactly came out of the spy that was gross? I didn't quite get that, I mean is it a lot different from semen?
I totally agree with >>37 here. He's just so enthusiastic, it's hilarious.
Jumping on the WE LOVE DIS DOKTOR bandwagon. He's hilarious!!! This is such a refreshing change from "sadistic bastard Medic has a grudge against Spy, and so captures and experiments on him"; and also "sadistic bastard Medic gets off SO HARD on fucking people up and so abuses and experiements on captured Spy". Sadism is totally the farthest thing from this Medic's mind, and I love that. HE IS HAVING SO MUCH FUN!! It feels like the fun should be infectious. Like he should just look at Spy and Sniper and say "OH COME ON! Isn't this COOL?!" I love him. I love you. Never stop writing.
Quick, somebody who can draw worth shit! Make a fanart of excited-Medic getting his geek on! I will love anyone who does that forever.
>>41 I know right? He doesn't seem to do anything that actually hurts Spy, remember there was no screaming and he doesn't even get really mad when he's repeatedly killed. I'm afraid I might be the kind who'd be fascinated by what the Medic was doing to me, as long as it wasn't permanent or painful. "Oh my God, Medic, look! I can turn myself invisible!"
This story, hahaha. It has made me laugh so much, mostly due to the Medic's repeated deaths that never seem to discourage him. And I really like the whole thing going on with Sniper still really loving Spy. One more thing, may I make a suggestion? The tentaspy is often associated with distressed pervertedness. Perhaps he can have an uncontrollable bout of domination on the Sniper, some thing he kind of does in a blind moment of lust. Anyway, I love this story, keep writing! <3
>>44 I think it would be better to not deliberately go along with cliches, if possible.
remember there was no screaming Spy did say that he was paralyzed, though. Even if he had been in excruciating pain, he still wouldn't have been able to scream, so we don't know if the operation was painful or not. I dunno, if the transformation were temporary I think I would find it funny too, but I've never seen a Tentaspy fic where the Tentaspy was turned back into a human being in the end, and the idea of a person having to spend the rest of his life as a monster is too sad for me to laugh at it :/ In any case, I wonder what Spy's teammates are going to do about it. Spy is usually characterized as a lone wolf, so it wouldn't be weird if at first BLU just assumed that he is away on some kind of secret mission, but still, sooner or later his teammates are bound to notice that he is gone, will they care? They may not get along swimmingly but he is still their teammate...
Thanks so much, all of you, for reading and leaving comments. There'll be a bit more Medic in this chapter, as well as more Sniper/Tentaspy goings-on. And I will also forever love anyone who illustrates Medic getting his geek on-- or any part of this fic, really. But I just in general love Medic geeking out over SCIENCE!, so... yeah. ~~~Ch. 6~~~ The Sniper and the Medic meet in the hall outside the operating theater late that night. "Ah. Herr Sniper. Can I help you?" "Uh, no. Just... coming by to, er, offer my services. Just if you were having any trouble with him." "He is not without reason, after all-- once I heard the message you recorded for me, I knew he had to be capable of some ratiocination!" The Medic grins, seizing the Sniper by the shoulders. "And he is! We made a bargain!" "A bargain?" "Yes! He got to kill me again, of course, but, a small price to pay. I've seen the camouflage reflex! Or, I've not-seen the-- I've seen him disappear! Oh, it was magnificent, the breakthrough this could mean! I trust he will still be there, where can he go, in the desert?" The Sniper knows all too well there's nowhere he can go. Not so long as he's like that. "Look, Doc... now that you've got your answers... You can change him back, right?" "Change him back? Why would I want to change him back?" "Well-- It's not right! You can't leave him like that, you can't keep him around in that little tank, it's... it's cruel! I know this is a war, but there's... there's rules." The Medic frowns suddenly, the open and friendly demeanor shutting down. "Cruel? This is not cruelty, this is progress. I didn't do it to hurt him! And he was so boring before! I admit the tentacles were a whimsy and not a necessity in the grand scheme of things, but I had them just lying around... It's a sin to be wasteful, after all, I think that's true. Catechism was a long time ago, but I think that's true." "Whimsy?" The Sniper's mind reels. "Giving him tentacles-- That's what you call WHIMSY?!" "Well... yes. Sort of fanciful. Unnecessary, fun. Whimsy." "Look, you've had your fun and you've made your progress. Let him have his legs back. Let him have his life back." The Medic shakes his head. "I could still learn so much more. I-- It isn't... Even if I were done with him, the serum... There is no way to just 'change him back'. The samples I have under lenses now are fascinating... But this is him now. It is what he is." "He can never have a normal life? He can't... He can't ever?" The knowledge is slow in seeping into his conscious mind. The Spy won't be able to return to his base, to his team. He won't be able to return to his home, when the war ends. He won't be able to go anyplace with people. "It is such a small price to pay, though, to be a part of something this enormous!" The grin returns. "Bet you he doesn't think so! Fuck were you thinking, doing that to him? He can't spend the rest of his life in that damn little tank! Never crossed your mind that might be cruel?" "This was not cruel. Cruel is... This is, as you have mentioned, a war. He is a combatant, a prisoner caught breaking the rules of engagement. Not an innocent. It is not as though I have snatched a child from its parents, it is not as though I have abducted some poor soul off the streets." "What if he wasn't breaking the rules of engagement?" The Sniper mumbles. Hearing the words is like being shot, and he's left dizzy and half-feverish with the guilt. "Then I would not have him." The Medic shrugs, confused. "I do not see what the issue is here." "What if he wasn't? What if I was?" "Then you would be prisoner to the BLUs, and Heaven help you then, for I do not know what they would do to you. Nothing near so brilliant. To start with, I have-- ah, had-- the only Giant Lake Octopus in this desert. I had a colleague send it to me in exchange for a crate of scorpions. What he wanted to do with those, I could not say, but it was murder gathering them all up!" He giggles. "That's not what I meant. Forget it." "I have written asking him for a second. He says it is impossible, I think he does not want to try. Possibly he has enough scorpions and thinks I have nothing he wants." "What do you need another one for?" Another high unbalanced giggle. "I need a female." "For this serum nonsense?" The Sniper asks, skeptical. He's not sure how it would help any of the non-tentacle issues. "No. To try and get them to mate." "Go to bed." The Sniper crosses his arms and blocks the door. "And who are you to keep me from my own workplace?" "Get out. Now. Or I will fucking make it my business to keep you from your workplace any damn way I please." The Medic adjusts his glasses and looks the Sniper over, then he raises his hands. "I know when I am beaten. It is late. I will work more effectively with some rest." Once the Medic has gone, the Sniper rushes into the theater, rushes to the tank where the Spy is combating boredom with little effect. When he sees the Sniper, he rises half up from the tank. "What is the matter?" "Nothing. I'm just-- That damn Medic-- I just-- I'm sorry." He wraps his arms around the Spy. "... When'd you get so tall?" The Spy chuckles, one of the tentacles not supporting his weight coming up to flick a few drops of water against the Sniper's cheek. "I can stand up on them easily enough, if I fold them under to use the backs. I do not know how the octopus can stand it... it must be some problem in the mixing... some crossed wire of nerves." The Sniper kisses the Spy's collarbone. "Okay, then." "So what has the doctor done now?" "Nothing. He says it's irreversible." "I suppose that is not... not really news..." The Spy draws back, sinking down into the tank once more. "I don't even care! I don't-- I just... I thought maybe if he got what he wanted, he could fix it. There aren't a lot of options for you out in the world, and... I am sorry for that." "It's fine." He leans on the tank's edge, tentacle-tip stroking the Sniper's face. "If you do not care." "I'm going to leave here with my clothes soaking again, aren't I?" The Sniper laughs. "Nah, I don't care. Just would've liked to make you happy if I could've done." "You do. The doctor does not make me happy, but you always do..." More arms wind around the Sniper, drawing their bodies in close, stroking at his skin and pulling at his clothes. The tentacles are useless when it comes to shirt buttons, but very adept at slipping in through any gap. "I still had the sucker marks when I went out onto the battlefield." He murmurs, kissing the Spy. "Oh. Is that...?" "Good. Try and keep 'em where no one'll see." "Same rules as the teeth, then?" The Spy grins, then stops, lips clamping shut. "No more teeth, though..." "A little's fine, if you're careful." "The whole point of teeth is not to be careful." "Just try it. Real careful." The Sniper urges, tapping his own shoulder, his shirt already pulled away. He shivers as he feels the points of the Spy's teeth close around his shoulder, pushing in, not so far as to break through, and within the ring of teeth, the Spy's tongue laving frantically across his skin. The Spy pulls back. "Just don't let me in the heat of the moment. I would hate to forget." He presses his lips to the rising bruise. "Okay." The Sniper strokes his back. "Okay." One of the tentacles manages to pop the snap of the Sniper's trousers, but his hands have to slip down to struggle with the zipper. "Let me try something?" The Sniper kicks his boots off and struggles out of the rest of his clothes. Climbing into the tank is a little tricky, but once the Spy realizes it's what he wants, there are strong tentacles half-lifting him over, and it's a big tank objectively speaking, but with the two of them in it together, it's certainly cozy. "There now. That's better." "Is it?" The Sniper smiles, wrapping his arms around the Spy again, letting his legs tangle in with the writhing tentacles. They wind up splashing too much of the water out onto the Sniper's clothes, but it's worth it. He doesn't mind walking through the base sopping wet afterward, as long as it means the easy crush of their bodies together, hands free to roam anywhere, the effortless tide of kisses passing between them, give-and-take with no steady aggressor. He wishes he didn't have to leave at all, but there's no talking his way out of it if he's discovered naked in the tank come morning. "I'll come back soon." He promises, as the Spy helps him back out of the tank. "I'll wait." The Spy smirks. He lounges back into the corner of the tank to watch his lover dress. "I must say, it's a good look for you..." "What, wet?" "Mais oui." "Well... I'll have to let you get me wet more often." "Cher, I can hardly wait." A tentacle rises lazily up from the tank to offer a final caress. The Sniper takes it, kissing the back like it was a hand. "As soon as I can." The Spy sighs and arranges himself as comfortably as he can for the night.
Anne, you know I am your biggest fan, but isn't that tankwater quite cold for Sniper and other mammals? I keep thinking about it sitting unheated in a comfortless lab.
People were discussing your fic in my fic thread so I ran right on over here; I didn't know this was a tentaspy-sciencey fic! (I'm not a fan of 'pure horror' so I was repelled to check it out initially because of the title) This is SO much fun (as much as it's NOT fun for your Spy, haha). It's good to have a fun fic once and a while, where respawn is as blasé` as taking a shower and Medics have spare animal parts lying around. Even with your Medic being eager and inquisitive, I was a little taken aback by you using ‘giggle’, I generally associate this with a feminine gesture and usually avoid using it when referring to men, usually you would use ‘laughed’ or ‘chuckled’. Just an opinion. I also can't believe how some people in the past had actually become angry at the idea of tentaspies having a beak? (I saw this mentioned by someone) There is no set 'tentaspy model' and it's great to see the different takes everyone gives them! Though on a biological standpoint I'm curious where does your Spy defecate from? As in octopuses they only eat through the beak, the end of the digestive trace goes out their siphon. I’m assuming your Spy doesn’t eat through HIS beak, though I was very tingly pleased at the description of him feeling it like his human lips were being pushes back when they were playing with those in his undercarriage, an interesting crossing of nerves! I'm eager to see what you do with Medic / Sniper continuing to investigate his chromatophores, hectocotylus, and beak. Also I see no mention further of gills or how he breathes underwater since the medic jokingly said it in passing, so I look forward to mention of this too!
Oh my god. All I can think of is "Whimsy tentacles". I was actually envisioning a scene where Medic decides he needs a sperm sample from Spy. This is pure awesome.
oh no i'm hoping for something similar to happen to sniper now so they both can be miserable-but-happy monsters together.
>>49 I can totally picture Medic giggling. My dad is all manly and he can giggle when something is funny enough. In Medic's case, it strikes me as insane giggling.
Wow, I continue to be just blown away by the response, you guys. Thanks so much. Re: tank temperature- It's not too large a tank, and I kind of always imagine the AC in most of the bases being sub-standard, with the cooling power mostly focused on any areas with large computers... I figure it would be chilly at first, like climbing into any non-temperature-regulated thing of water, and it probably would have been too cold if the Sniper had actually stayed (not to mention the uncomfortable level of pruniness...), but for a quick frottage session, not too different from a pool or something... Re: Giggling, neither 'chuckle' nor 'laugh' really captured the manic, high-pitched, high-frequency, well, giggle, that I tend to associate with some mad scientists. It can't all be 'Mua ha ha'... but yeah, I can see how it might read as feminine. Okay, more new anatomy stuff upcoming. (revisiting the beak! Also, other things!) ~~~Ch. 7~~~ The Medic bustles right on into his operating theater as soon as he has the opportunity, the day's battle done and the Sniper not in place to keep him out. He is carrying another covered tray. "Here to make another bargain, Doctor?" The Spy sighs. "Certainly, certainly. You seem to be in a... calm mood this afternoon." "Well, I am willing to hear you out. And I am hungry." The Medic squints at the small writing desk where there is a mess covering a file of old surgical notes. "What happened here?" He crosses the room, forgetting both the Spy and the tray. "Who made a mess of my papers?" "I did. You did not expect me to... to relieve myself inside this tank, where I live? I have to soak in this!" "Well, they were old... Tell me, how does the process work for you now?" "Doctor, I do not care what is under that cloche, there is nothing you can offer which would impel me to do that for you." The Spy crosses his arms. "Ah! The tray!" He dashes back across the room. "No, no, as interested as I would be to know, that is not why I came here." On the tray, there is half a large raw fish, and a piece of chocolate cake. The Spy merely lifts an eyebrow and leans back. "These are for you." The Medic smiles. "I believe I shall pass on your generous offer." "Now now, you said you were hungry." "The cake no doubt smells like fish, and the half of a fish is half of a fish." "Yes. It is not pleasant. Nothing I would ask a man to eat. All the bones are still in it. But, if you consume the fish using your beak--" "I absolutely refuse!" "-- Then you get the cake." "I do not want your-- your fishy cake!" "What do you want? I will get you anything." "I want my legs back, you swine." "This I cannot do. Anything from the kitchens, however... Or, something to amuse you during the days, I could bring in a radio, would you like that?" "I do not want to eat like an octopus! Damn you, I am a man! I was! I still have some dignity, and you cannot watch me piss or eat raw fish!" "... I will bring you a piece of cake that is not fishy, and a radio, and I will let you drown me. Twice!" "Non. Take it away and do not ask me again, or I will drown you whether you like it or not." The Sniper walks in on the confrontation carrying a tray of his own, and the Medic turns to look disapprovingly at him. "Herr Sniper, he is not a pet. I am in charge of his care, you do not need to bring him table scraps or 'protect' him." The Sniper bites down hard on the inside of his cheek and ignores the little voice in his head telling him to throw his tray in the Medic's face and scream at the man. "I know he's not a pet." He says. "Well, you do not always act like it. You know, the BLU team has already replaced him... I do not know what they think happened." The Spy's cold expression falters. "They have a replacement already?" "They did not wait long, did they?" The Medic shakes his head. "Here." The Sniper takes his tray over. "It's chili, Truckie's night cooking." "You are interfering with my experiment," The Medic puffs himself up like an angry bird. "He does not get fed unless he can perform!" "He's not a trained seal, either." "You're getting too close to it." "Because I treat him like a human being?" "I do not know what strange guilt you feel over this, but carrying on the way you have been is not the way to deal with it." The Sniper swallows and turns his back on the Medic. He wheels a cart over to the edge of the tank so that the Spy can set his tray down to eat. "Hope it's all right. Little spicy, but... dunno, mostly it's fine." The Spy snorts. "I hope it makes me sick. I'm sure somewhere in this office are files the doctor would miss." "At least," The Medic sighs, tearing at his hair. "At least, try using your ink sac, I left you the ink sac and I have been anxious to see if it is operational. I promise to clean your tank out if you do! And the radio, and the cake-- cake that smells like nothing but cake! You can drown me three times!" "Will he be impossible, if I refuse?" The Spy asks, looking up at the Sniper. "He'll be impossible no matter what you do." "I didn't know I had an ink sac. I don't like it. I suppose it's the, the tube coming out of my hip now. Everything else comes from there. Very well, Doctor! Come over here, please." The Medic hurries over, adjusting his glasses. The Spy strangles him. "In case you decide to renege." He explains, before the Medic can black out. When the Medic returns from respawning, it is with a look of good-humored reproval. "Very well, but only three times, then I will come in with the sedatives." "Understood. I am not entirely sure how this ink business works." "Do you need to feel threatened again? That is how the camouflage worked. Herr Sniper, could you please threaten our krakenmensch here with bodily harm?" The Sniper grumbles, making no move to do so, and the Spy raises himself up out of the water and focuses very hard on what he thinks having an ink sac should feel like and what he ought to be doing to employ it. Outside of the water, the ink dries quickly, leaving a powdery blot across the off-white of the Medic's coat. "And he retains some sense of humour, perhaps? Very well, kill me, kill me, then I will go get the rest of it." The Spy obliges. The Sniper manages to wait until the doctor's body hits the floor before laughing. "I can't believe you got him with that." "He asked to see it." The Spy goes back to eating, a small smirk playing about his lips still. The Medic returns with a small radio and a large slice of cake, lab coat once more pristine. He sets both items on the cart, and the Spy forces his face underwater. "You can help." He tells the Sniper. "If you would feel better." The Sniper places one hand on the back of the Medic's head and trusts the man won't really know the difference. Hopes he's far gone enough already. Maybe, he thinks, he shouldn't burn his bridges. The Medic might have the influence... if he's serious enough about getting his hands on another octopus, and his friend won't mail him one, he might petition to get the team rotated out to a lake someplace. Maybe he only needs someone to put the idea in his head, and maybe that's the one chance they've got. Still, with the memory of that conversation-- of all the conversations where he treated the Spy like a convenient lab rat-- holding the doc under isn't difficult and it isn't unpleasant.
Staying Up Late on the Internet World Championships, Fanfic Team I was literally irl smiling and laughing through this, Anne.
This is certainly one of the most entertaining tentaspy fanfics I have ever read. I simply love your portrayal of the Medic as not being evil, just a little over-enthusiastic (well, maybe more than a little.) He doesn't bear any ill will towards the Spy, he's just doing it for science. I am eagerly awaiting more - this chapter was excellent. (Although, if that's what the Spy does when the Medic asks to see him use ink, I'd hate to see what would happen if Medic tries to satisfy his curiosity about the Spy's... um... private functions.)
I must join everyone else to say how much I love the Medic. He strikes me as being very much like the one from Meet the Medic, even more so than some of the sadistic ones out there. Plus, I'm pretty much with him on the mad science. I love stories about experiments and strange monsters, that don't involve torture (though I'm sure the initial surgery wasn't pleasant but Spy probably and hopefully wasn't conscious for that.) Who doesn't want to explore fantastical things (especially humanoid beasts) and learn how they operate? Especially if they have an objective and he certainly does! I also like having Sniper's angle on it at the same time because of course the Medic has to treat him as inhuman in order to do some of that. Not even in a mean spirited way. It just requires a little detachment. I have heard of scientists who love animals and do regret injuring them if they must so they sometimes find homes for any excess lab animals, wanting at least some of them to have long, happy lives. I am certain Medic actually has some small fondness for the Spy, especially as he is a matter of triumph, but it's much sweeter seeing Sniper's POV because Sniper can focus on the aspects of how Spy is a person and how he needs love and respect to thrive. Showing both of their interactions is so marvelous and it makes me smile so much. I can't get enough of this story. I only wish we could have more than Tentaspies here but I understand why the rules won't allow for anything else animal in nature. Certainly the octopus is a most exotic and intriguing choice and their intelligence in the wild lends a great deal of ideas fun and amusement so I am generally very happy with the one monster we can have. Also, for anyone else here who enjoys this story, I think you should check out Caddy's if you haven't already read it. There's no mad science but it has a bright, positive tone and I enjoyed it immensely. It's also got Tentaspy and Sniper (and Scout) porn, which is always a plus. Anne, would you consider writing more stories with your Medic here? I love him very much and I'm eager to see more with him when this story is over. If you want a prompt for him, I'd recommend the one in the current request thread about Medic and Engineer engaging in SCIENCE! dirty talk with perhaps more SCIENCE! actual foreplay. Of course, I'd love to see him with anyone or no one at all. I just want to see more of him engaging in mad science! You could write whimsical guro (is that possible?) and I'd gladly read it. Maybe Medic and Demo could go hunting for the Lochness Monster and Medic is disappointed when they can't find it so Demo tries to appease him with SCIENCE! Demo knows chemistry... OOOH! DEMO MEDIC MAD SCIENCE! YES! I must request this in the thread, even if you decide to do it! Hah hah! Demo never gets to join in on the SCIENCE end of things. (:
>>54 WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP! (seriously, if I'm asleep before four AM pacific time, it's not normal...) Also, glad you enjoyed it! >>55 Thank you! I'm rather enjoying writing this Medic... and this Tentaspy. >>56 Thanks so much! (and ooh, another Tentaspy/Sniper in fic form? I've seen (and saved to my hard drive) some art, but fic has been harder to find. Not sure how I feel about Scout involvement, though... Also, I've been putting off reading other Tentaspy fic until after I finish writing/posting mine completely, but I should look into it later) (Also, I think it's safe to say I will write more MadScience!Medic. I only 'ship Medic with Heavy, but writing non-porny SCIENCE! funtimes with Engie and Demo sounds like a lot of fun... Might have to take up that Nessie hunt challenge...) ~~~Ch. 8~~~ "Why is that man so obsessed with my bodily functions?" The Spy grumbles, crossing his arms, tentacles wrapping around themselves. "Well... I mean, he did graft the better part of an octopus onto you, reckon he's curious how well it took. It doesn't make it right." "Certainly not." One tentacle prods the opening of the siphon. "This is all very disturbing. You should hear the things he demands of me..." "I've heard enough out of him." The Sniper reaches out to pull the Spy into his arms. "He wants me to stuff my ass with raw fish." "I'm going to assume you're talking about your beak." "Yes, yes, that. I am not going to do it." "No, don't think you should. Not for him, least." "The other thing is too horrible." "Yeah. I know. I told him right off." The Spy pulls back, looking at the Sniper, his nictating membranes blinking once. "You heard? Well... Well, maybe to you it is not quite so abhorrent, but--" The Sniper's face twists. "Of course it's abhorrent, I think the man's a bleeding lunatic and I'll do whatever I've got to to keep him away from you with that kind of talk!" "I just mean, you know... Then again, it is not as though you have a mad doctor watching you when you do the, the jarate thing..." "... What-- What does that have to do with it?" They exchange confused looks. "He wanted to watch the... the... elimination process. Why, what did he tell you--?" "Nothing." The Sniper shuts down. "Not important." "No, tell me." A tentacle circles his waist lightly, dampening his shirt, the end stroking up and down his ribcage. "What did he say to you? Worse than that?" "He just... Something about wanting another, er, another octopus." "What does he want to do, give me more tentacles?" The Spy snorts. "He wanted a female." The Sniper blushes. Realization dawns slowly, with it horror. "I AM NOT GOING TO FUCK AN OCTOPUS!" "Too right you're not. I'd be jealous." "This isn't funny!" He snaps. "He's not going to get one. Besides, even if he did, he couldn't make you and I wouldn't let him try." The Spy sinks back down into the tank, wrapping himself up again and ducking his head. "If no one sends him one, though..." The Sniper reaches his arm down into the tank, stroking up the Spy's back. "I was thinking, I could convince him the only way to make any progress'd be to move to a base by the water. If we did, I could get you out before he ever bagged another giant octopus." "And then what?" "Then you'd be free. And I'd come out to visit you, all the time. I know it isn't much... I wish I could do more. But it's freedom, at least it's that." The Spy nods. "If it would not be hard to convince him. If you could get me out right away, could you?" "I promise. C'mere, give us a kiss, then..." He rises up, turning to the Sniper and bringing their lips together. "Can I tell you something?" He whispers. "You can tell me anything." The Sniper laughs. "Hardly gonna scare me off now, are you?" "I do have gills. I haven't let him see them-- because I do not want the poking and to have to use them while he watches, but also... Also, I do not want him seeing my face." "... The gills are on your face?" "My throat. The mask covers them. It hurts a little, but I have had worse, to be certain." The Sniper nods, moving to a long counter and trays of instruments. "Here, I don't know what these scissors are for, but I bet I could trim the mask off if you want. Doc'd bug you about seeing the gills in action, but it wouldn't hurt. Just a thought." "I suppose if they are clean, it should be fine." The Spy shrugs, plucking at his balaclava, just below the jaw. He holds the fabric out, so that the Sniper can make the first cut, and after that, it is a small matter to remove the cloth that covers his throat, still leaving his face covered. "I suppose these are horrible as well." "They're frilly." The Sniper says, his fingertips skating along the Spy's skin, not traveling too close to the lowest gill. "Frilly?" The Spy frowns. "Not-- I mean, not big frilly. Little frilly." "Does an octopus have gills? Well, they do not have teeth, I suppose it hardly matters. Thank you." "Yeah." He continues to trace along, a wide berth to the sensitive organs. "Strange?" "Strange." The Sniper agrees. "But pretty." "Do you-- Do you want to watch me use them?" "Wouldn't impose." "When it is you, it is no imposition." The Spy smiles. He drops below the surface of the water, and the Sniper watches him breathe through the clear wall of the tank. The Spy still smiles at him, eyes bright behind the nictating membranes, and the teeth are sharp but the smile itself is friendly. He stays under, but one tentacle snakes out of the water, to wrap lightly about the Sniper's wrist. When he surfaces, the Sniper stands, to bend over the tank and pull him into a kiss. "You're absolutely gorgeous and I've never wanted anyone so bad... now bring that cock over here..." "Oh, this one?" The Spy teases, hectocotylus rising up. He winds it around the Sniper's other wrist, with the tip fitting into his palm. "You can certainly do as you like with it..." The Sniper brings it up, starting below the tip, his tongue rimming the last few suckers before the smooth groove at the end. He reaches out with his other hand to stroke the Spy's mantle, and it's not at all the same as being able to squeeze the firm muscles of a human backside, but he's getting used to it. He likes the shifting texture of the skin. The Spy gets the Sniper's trousers down and slips his tentacle from the Sniper's mouth, to slide the long smooth tip of the hectocotylus against the Sniper's hard cock, and their arms wrap around each other, their mouths meet. The Spy mewls and swears and shudders, his whole body rolling against the Sniper's, as much as he can with the tank wall half-separating them. A muted rainbow spreads out over him as they slump against each other. "You... you have octopus come on you." He laughs weakly. The Sniper tugs at his shirt. "Well. I was going to change anyway." He kisses the Spy again, touching his cheek, before he takes his leave.
So I googled "hectocotylus" because I'd never seen a photo before and you know, research, and I found this: http://webpages.charter.net/manauser/junk/hectocotylus.gif This is now your author portrait. I'm sorry.
That picture.... If anything, it's like this fic is teaching me about octopus. I've known about the ink and beak, the basics, but like. The sex tentacle. That threw me for a loop.
>>56 If you don't like Scout in porn, you might not like it as much then because it switches to his POV after a bit. I like all of them in porn so I liked it. It wasn't nearly as in-depth or though-provoking as some but it was fun. (A little odd since the Tentaspy had apparently always been there but I could ignore that bit of fridge logic, especially given how absurd the TF2 universe is.) As for the Nessie hunt, yaaaay! So happy if you do decide to write it! If you keep it general fic, I'm okay with that; I'll just have to remember to check there for it. If you want it to have any porn at all, you could always make it Engie/Demo. That's a pretty rare pairing (but then any Demo pairings are) and it would certainly be interesting. I believe in you!
"He wants me to stuff my ass with raw fish." My tea. All over my screen.
>>61 HAHAHA Same thing...except mine was water.
>>58 Eep! I'd rather look like an octopus... Strike that, I DO look like an octopus. Hey, it's the Internet, you don't know that's not true... (I'd be a dumbo octopus... they're chubby and adorable. I am only one of those things...) Thanks, all, and my apologies for the rampant spit-takes. ~~~Ch. 9~~~ The Medic's request is processed fairly quickly. RED, he is told, has been looking for volunteers for a new battleground, and he will be pleased to see that it is situated on a very large lake. To transport his scientific equipment, the Medic has to take the train, while most of the team is free to teleport in and take a long weekend once there. With him, he has the Spy's tank, a tarp stretched down taut over the top, and with the Spy's tank rides the Sniper. "You decided to take the train?" The Medic asks, eyebrows raised. "My van's on one of the cars." Sniper shrugs. "Didn't know the roads, so I couldn't drive. What do you know about the new base?" "Not much. I was only interested in the lake. There are points, I believe. We will capture them. Nothing so very different from Dustbowl, yes?" The Sniper sits down on the floor of the train car, the tank between the Medic and himself. He places a hand flat on the glass, and after a moment, the Spy twists around, his own palm pressing the other glass on the other side. He mouths 'hello' and offers a small smile, and the Sniper does the same. As soon as they get there, he can scout out the quickest route from the new operating theater to the lake, and once he's got their escape planned, once the Medic's out of the way... "Really, stop playing with him, I've told you he is not a pet." The Medic scolds, peering over at them. The Sniper scowls. "And I told you I don't treat him like one." "If you like. I am looking forward to finding another." "Don't start that again." "He is a perfect blend, down to his very cells! No part of him is perfectly human now, nor perfectly octopus. I am anxious to know if this combination is capable of reproducing, what the offspring would be like." "I said don't start." His scowl deepens. "He's a man, he's not going to--" "You are the one who said we should move bases so that I could catch one myself." The Medic blinks. "You need to make up your mind, Herr Sniper, on whether or not you agree with my research." "My mind's made up." "Very good, then." "Bloody is very good." "I am going to the sleeping car." The Medic stands and stretches. "The train journey will be a long one, and I will have much to do when we arrive." When he has left the car, the Sniper unhooks the tarp, allowing the Spy to come out from under the water. "It is about time he left... That was hardly comfortable. It is so cramped when I cannot come out even to move around..." "Have a whole lake soon enough. Well... Well, it's better than the tank." "I am sure it will be lovely. Even if it will lack certain comforts..." "I'll see what I can get you. I mean, may not be much... not the same as getting to live in a house or nothing, but... I'm sorry." "This is not your fault." "It's my fault he got you." "No. The idea was mine." The Spy kisses him. "And I complained about the main shed. I have never blamed you, even in part. I never will. You have been... you have been too understanding, to me." "We been together a year." His face heats. "Wouldn't throw you over just 'cause of something superficial." "I hardly think being half octopus is superficial, but... I understand your point, thank you." "He'll be gone a while." The Sniper grins. "Nobody else on this train, if you wanted to..." "Hm? Wanted to what?" The Spy grins back. "Wanted to fuck me like you used to..." "Not like I used to..." "Good enough for me. It's still you. Seems like it'd feel pretty interesting... One of these infirmary boxes'll have something we can use." The Sniper pulls away to start digging through the Medic's things. Several boxes in, he comes up with lubricant, waggling his eyebrows. The Spy spreads one hand. "I am afraid I cannot do much for you in the way of preparation with this webbing..." "Slick up real good, won't matter." The Spy pulls himself out of the tank, arms wrapping around the Sniper, tentacles everywhere. "You are sure?" "I'm so sure..." He strips hurriedly, and the Spy is holding him again as soon as he's bare, tentacles supporting his torso, wrapping around his thighs to spread them wide. "Aw yeah, damn, I'm sure..." The Spy dips into the open jar, hectocotylus slathering itself in lube before probing gently. He works his way into the Sniper slowly, his tongue tracing arabesques down the other man's abdomen, swirling around his jutting erection even as he begins to fuck him harder. The act leaves the Sniper wrung out, sweaty, panting, and covered in sucker marks. "So..." The Spy purrs, releasing him gently and slipping back into his tank. "Have I satisfied you?" "Yeah. Reckon." He grins, lighting them each a cigarette, transferring one from his lips to the Spy's, before stretching out on his back. "You know... if that is ever not the case... provided I pull out to come myself, there is no reason with this body why I could not just go back to taking you. It remains at my complete control, it does not just go limp." The Sniper sits up again, his cigarette falling from his mouth, attention captured. "Yeah?" "Oh, certainly." The Spy smiles slowly, gesturing with his own cigarette. "I could fuck you all night, if that was what you wanted... I could fuck you until you were incoherent, at my mercy..." "Think I'd like that." He smiles, one hand snaking around the back of the Spy's neck to tug him into a kiss. "Like that a lot." "Mm. I bet you would... you cannot get enough of me." "Never could." The Sniper agrees easily. "And they are strong... it is so easy to hold you. To hold you up, to hold you down. To hold you open..." He groans and kisses the Spy again. "Why are you teasing me when you could be doing a lot more?" "Could I now? And here I thought you were satisfied..." "Was. Now I think I need to be satisfied again." "I need to rehydrate, but... If I had you over the edge of the tank, perhaps? That ass in the air, where I could watch myself take you?" The Sniper hurries to comply. He trusts the Spy to keep him from falling either in or out while they're going at it. They might as well enjoy the trip, as long as they have the car to themselves...
I'd laugh so hard if Medic's contact shipped him another male octopus by mistake. THE POKEMON ARE MATING AND REFUSING TO BATTLE EACH OTHER.
Oh Anne, this was positively yummy. I'd been waiting for them to take THAT particular plunge, and just....yum. And thank you, now I get to go off to work with the mental image of Sniper getting fucked ALL NIGHT LONG with NO REPRIEVE... and loving every minute of it. I shall sigh many happy sighs.
Thanks! (I'd been looking forward to writing that last scene as well... ah, the benefits of having a boyfriend with tentacles...) (This is technically the last chapter, but... this Medic has a couple more adventures to go on, and I promise one of those will involve tentacles again (and the other will involve a Nessie hunt for SCIENCE!)) ~~~Ch. 10~~~ The team has been stationed out at the new base just a few days when the Medic collars the Sniper in the hallway, eyes wide. "Doc? Need something?" "My creature! He is missing! I poked around in the tank, I assumed he was sulking, he has been better able to control the camouflage perhaps, but he is not in the tank, not at all! I've looked everywhere. What if-- Mein Gott, what if he is loose on the base? Where can he go? What can he do?" "Check the showers. He needs to stay wet, right?" The Sniper fights a grin, sending the Medic off on a wild goose chase. He heads to the kitchen first, wrapping a couple of sandwiches tightly in plastic and tossing them in a bag with a bottle of wine. There's a little island out on the lake that won't be getting much traffic on the weekend... it seemed like a nice place for a date. The Spy is already there, half-lounging up on the grass, tentacles dangling down and floating in the water. He lifts his head when the Sniper arrives. "Took you long enough." "Well excuse me if I had to swim, with a picnic lunch." The Spy smiles. "Lunch, you say? I'm sure whatever you've brought is much nicer than my regular stores. Although... to be fair, I suppose it is still better to use the-- the beak, to open the cans I have stocked in the cave back there, than to use it to eat the fish that live in this lake." "I wanted to see that cave." "In the cliff." The Spy points. "The entrance is quite deep. You would need some sort of apparatus, I think." "Should order some, then." The Sniper grins, handing over the wine bottle. "Don't get much of this either, do ya?" The Spy uncorks it and sniffs, eyes closed. "Acceptable." "Ham and cheese?" "... Acceptable." "It's real ham. The fake pink stuff all has 'Heavy' written on the packages anyway, nobody in their right mind messes with that." "What kind of cheese?" "Dunno. Starts with a 'G'." "As long as it is not plastic and orange." The Spy's smile relaxes and widens. He moans at the first bite. "Where on earth did you get this?" "No idea." "Because it is very good. You will probably be answering to an angry teammate who ordered it specially." "My teammates aren't going to suspect me of stealing fancy cheese. If it belonged to the doc, he'll blame the spy, and if it belonged to our spy, he'll blame the doc, 'cause everyone else just eats the other stuff." The Spy laughs. "It is probably your spy's. I'm only sorry not to see the doctor take the blame..." "He's going mad looking for you. I told him to check the shower." They both relax a while, passing the bottle of wine back and forth while they eat, gazing up at the clouds. "He'll probably ask me to help him catch another octopus." The Sniper sighs. "Why does he still want another one?" "Dunno. So he can fuck it himself? Nah, probably graft it to some other poor bastard. Or I don't know, maybe he's got more tests. He was going to try talking up the camouflage serum to RED's Spy." "And will he be mentioning the side effects?" The Spy snorts. "Brought you this." The Sniper pulls a tightly-wrapped package from his vest pocket. "You'll want to keep it shut 'til you're someplace dry." "Cigarettes?" "Matches in there, too." He slithers across the grass, letting the wine bottle roll away, and wraps himself around the Sniper. "I love you." "Sure, I bring you presents and you're all over me." He jokes. "Love you, too." They kiss, with the sun high and bright sparkling across wet skin, with the grass beneath them fresh and smelling sweet, with the day free and lazy stretching on for hours, they kiss. ~FIN~
>>66 D’awww You are amazing Anne, seriously. That was the cutest thing I’ve read in so long.
yayyyy! YAYYYYY!
This was afuckingdorable. Also poor Medic, so blind to what Sniper was up to, haha. I look forward to anthing extra with Medic ! While they are a sweet couple I was most interested in the science stuff. I thought I'd thought up or seen every decent tentaspy physical varient but you really have me thinking now with the idea of hip mounted siphons, sure would allow for both jet movement ( with an internal water bladder of sorts) and having a beak plausible. HUMmmmm ...!
Aww, it's over? I dunno why, but I wasn't expecting it to be over so soon. Brilliant fic, nonetheless!
Oh I had to muffle my squeals there... Perfect ending, so sweet! I agree that I wasn't expecting it to end so soon, but the romance! Lovely.
SO much wonderful Mad Science and tentacle love and oh my dear sweet Lord, that ENDING!!! Brilliance. Complete and utter brilliance.
I am almost sad snipe and spy went caught by medic. leading to snipers misfortune of being grafted to a female octopus and then forced to mate with spy and run away together : oh well your story is way better than my idea that ending made me Dawwwww. U r awesome!
>>73 Yeah I'd be lying if I said I wasn't also hoping for this ending as well. I love your stories, Anne. It's not often you get this amount of quality as well as quantity. I am glad you are on the chan.