Tenebris (Tentacles, Futanari, Corruption, Various Others)

Story by Tosaku No Kishi

Hey there, everyone. Got a new story for ya. This one was a collaboration, though I do not actually know my collaborators user name at this time (will add it as soon as I know it). The story does touch upon a few things I wouldn't normally dip my hand in, but I personally think it came out okay.

Sunlight winked and blinked in through Nicole’s bedroom windows as she folded her lithe, college athlete’s body in half, reaching down with locked legs to tie her running sneakers. She breathed slowly, thinking about where she’d run on this beautiful sunny morning. Clad only in a black sports bra and tiny white athletic shorts that left almost nothing to the imagination, the short, stacked, college freshman was a sunlit sight to behold. She reached up, stretching her curvy, muscular body up toward her ceiling (a real struggle, considering she was only 5’3”) and huffed out a big breath.

“NICOLE!” A whine came from down the hall; her annoying sister, Angie. Nicole took a deep breath and stood up, choosing to ignore the obnoxious whine. Between school work and maintain her toned body, she could hardly afford to let her only sibling get in the way, “NICOLE!” Came another whine, even longer and louder than the last.

“Just leave me alone.” Nicole muttered under her breath, while she checked herself over to make sure everything was in order. It was Saturday morning, warm from the oncoming summer heat, and a perfect time to go for a run. Maybe even find a cute boy to flaunt her ‘assets’ to. Her sports bra was in perfect order, pressing her shapely B cup breasts up and together enticingly above her cinched waist and strong abs. Though she knew her torso was far from her most defining feature.

That distinction went to her hips and legs. Her pear shaped body was a source of pride to her. With each step she took, her shapely rear, toned, raised, and shaped from years of squats and weightlifting over high school and even now at her university’s personal gym, swayed from side to side. She knew her hips had a near hypnotic effect, having drawn the eye of many of her male classmates, especially in shorts as high as these, which made her shapely thighs seem to extend forever below her. Her tanned skin was a perfect highlight for her trained body, her complexion almost designed to glisten when wet. It didn’t matter whether it was sweat, water or sun tan oil, the 19-year-old was a bombshell.

“Nicole!”

Nicole sighed angrily. Couldn’t she even admire her own body in peace anymore? A constant reminder of her inadequacy always seeming to time its entrance. She heard footsteps approaching, the familiar sound announcing the intention to bitch and moan quite clearly. Angie was approaching.

“What?!” Nicole called, stepping out of her room. She would placate her sister and be out of the door as soon as possible. Angie was just a few feet away from Nicole’s door. For a moment, she said nothing, and just stared at her sister.

Somehow, Angie had received all the best genes, which must’ve gone into overdrive during puberty, as she sported a tall, trim body that she never seemed to work for. (Something she was far from shy about sharing at every opportunity.) It was often hard to believe the dichotomy of the sisters. Nicole, a fitness enthused blonde, who had been head cheerleader during high school, was in fact the smart, responsible one between the two. Angie, on the other hand, had black hair, highlighting her somewhat pale complexion, falling in a straight wave to the small of her back, just above her protruding backside. Most would look at her and think she worked just as hard as Nicole to maintain her body. That couldn’t be further from the truth, to Nicole’s constant irritation..

Nicole glared at Angie with a flare of sisterly jealousy as she wantonly eyed her sister’s deep cleavage.

“Have you seen my purple hairbrush?” Angie said. Nicole could feel sweat budding in the small of her back, born out the strain of holding herself back. She wanted nothing more than to turn her bothersome sibling around and shove her from the room.

“You mean the one I never use because it’s yours?” Nicole replied, already feeling exhausted from simply exchanging a few words with the taller, more buxom girl. That fact always grated on her, often ensuring her ire particularly when mixed with the fact that Angie was 18 to Nicole’s 19. How was it fair that the younger sibling would be taller, curvier and yet still get good grades? Nicole cursed her luck silently.

“Did you take it?” Angie reiterated the question, her hands moving to her womanly hips, cocking them to one side as she awaited a response. She just has to push her luck, Nic

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