Tentacles Meet Wings

She had snuck into the circus while they were visiting Britain. She had swam across the entire ocean, through unfamiliar waters, to find some place across the ocean that would accept her. Japan had been unforgivably cruel to her. Britain had been better; the dresses looked much like her tentacles did, and all she had to do was put them over her tentacles. The hardest part, however, was to stay hydrated. It became difficult for her when she was outside of water. She began to dry and feel sick. Many times she nearly passed out.

She had seen the poster for the circus, while in an alleyway begging for water. It was there, she just knew it, that she would find kin. And, there she had. After convincing the ring master to allow her to live in the shower until they got a proper tank built for her.

There, she chilled inside the tub, her tentacles spilling out from the cramped tub. A real tank would be wonderful, but at least she was no longer outside in the heat.

Mick walked into the showers, whistling a merry tune. As much as his feathers only really needed preening, the rest of his body was very much sweaty and human, so showers were a must.

When he saw the tub was occupied by tentacles, he stared at it in surprise for a few minutes.

"...Who left an animal in here? Why isn't it in the cages? Do I have to knock someone's block off?" he said aloud.

The girl in the tub sat up, smiling widely.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" she replied, re-positioning her tentacles so that her body could be seen. "Hello! I'm the newest member of the circus, my name is Mai!"

Her hair twitched around her, retracing into a cute bob hairstyle.

"Oh, sorry," he said, stripping off his shirt with difficulty. "I didn't realize there was a lady in here. You'll have to look away while I shower, sorry--I happen to have a penis."

He waggled his eyebrows, grinning.

"It's proportionate. To my wings." He stretched them out for effect.

"The name's Mick."

She giggled, trying her best to look adorable and innocent.

"I'd like to see that," she replied, leaning over the tub. "If it's true, then you would be the biggest person I've ever seen."

With one of her wandering tentacles, she touched his butt.

He jumped, then laughed.

"Sorry, Miss--this is a place for bathing, not sexual acts. Which I am very experienced at." He winked, despite being a virgin.

She wrapped her tentacle around his waist, gently pulling him towards the bathtub.

"Oh, is that right?" she purred. "I don't think you'd know what to do with me."

He laughed.

"You'd be surprised. I'm very good at sex."

She wrapped more tentacles around him.

"Let me see, then," she replied, grinning.

This man was surprising him. Did he really think he could handle her?

He grinned.

"Let you see what, dollface? You can look at my wings up close if you want, don't be shy--they're great, aren't they?"

"Let me see how good you are at sex," she replied, giggling. "Come here and let me see your wings, too, I haven't seen anything like them before..."

He shook his head, pulling away slightly.

"No can do, toots. I only have sex in beds, where my wings won't get wet. If you wanna get freaky, we should go back to my caravan."

She wrapped more tentacles around him.

"Then let me see your wings," she replied, smiling widely. "They're...interesting."

"You like?" he asked proudly, flexing them this way and that, stretching them to their full span. "They're the best part of me, baby--God's gift. The sky's the limit with these things. Still pure gypsy, but hey--we're crazy in bed."

She reached out to touch him with her actual hands, making grabby motions.

"I can barely feel you with my tentacles, come over here," she insisted. She wanted to touch his wings. They were so foreign. Like when she'd seen those flying fish like creatures.

He walked over to her bathtub, leaning close so she could reach.

"What do you think, toots?"

She touched his wings, using her tentacles to wrap around his legs.

"I like these," she replied, stroking them. "I didn't know they could be so soft..."

"Of course they are--preen them every day," he said, sitting on the edge of her bathtub.

"If you really wanna have fun with them, though, you've gotta come to my caravan."

Mai touched his wings, as her tentacles invasively found their way under his pants.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," he said, trying to push her tentacles away, "If you want a piece of this, it has to be in a caravan. Those're the dice, sweetie."

"I can't, though," she replied sadly, still finding her way into his pants. "I can't leave the water, or I'll dehydrate and that's very bad for me."

"But I don't like getting wet," he insisted, still pushing away her tentacles.

"Besides--you're a lady, right? Don't you want me to woo you first, or some sissy romantic shit?"

"Oh," she replied, frowning slightly. "...what...do you mean? Most of the men I've ever known just want sex, then they leave."

Mai tilted her head, confused. "I don't understand."

"Aren't ladies into dating first?" he asked, surprised.

"Should I be?" she asked, suddenly self conscious. "I mean, uhm, yes, of course! We should, uhm, date and everything first."

She wasn't entirely sure what a date was, but she quickly retracted her tentacles from him.

"...what's...a date?"