The Cthulhu Margarita

Rita slung her overstuffed pack into a corner of the tiny apartment, then walked back to the door and picked up the pile of mail that had accumulated beneath the slot.

It was mostly junk. Store fliers, Chinese food menus, credit card offers... She sifted through and was about to dump it all into the garbage when a sparkly silver envelope caught her eye. The return address was from her hometown in northern Arizona and everything looked hand-written.

Sliding a manicured finger beneath the glittered flap, she pulled out the glitzy card within.

"Hey Fellow Bobcats!" the card read, referencing her old high school mascot.

"10 years, wow! Time sure flies!

I don't know what you've all been up to (holla back Front Side Girls! ;-p), but I was just named this year's #SocialMediaDarling by Superficial Mag! The award comes with a 1-year smartphone sponsorship deal, so it's time for me to make it rain some major $$$!

But what does that mean for you?

!!!REUNION PARTY!!!

Join me in Tahiti for an all-expenses-paid trip to party on my sponsor's yacht! No strings attached. I'm just that kind of gal

Just be sure to come with your favorite stories of me to share with our video crew!

I hope to see you all there.

Sunshine heart-hands to everyone!

Your Favorite Homecoming Queen,

Becky"

The bottom of the card was filled with more hearts, kissy faces and hashtags

Becky... Rita rolled her eyes. Of course it was Becky! Most of those "favorite stories" would probably include rendezvous with the dance squad leader beneath the football bleachers.

Rita chuckled and turned the card over, scanning the party details. It was this weekend!

Checking the postal date, she realized the card must have been delivered the day after she left for her last assignment in Zurich!

She scanned the front of the card again. She hadn't really maintained any friendships or contacts from high school. Most of the kids there had been entitled, privileged pricks. Besides, she had been too focused on her writing and pursuing her dream of becoming an international journalist to be bothered with her old classmates.

But Tahiti was on her bucket list...

Rita grabbed one of the several other packs from the pile in the corner, this one having the word "Tropical" scrawled in black permanent marker across the top.

If she hurried, she could probably use her contacts at the airport to secure a jump seat and get there a day before the crowd!

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With a splash, the warm salty water enveloped her, millions of tiny bubbles clearing to betray the beautiful turquoise depths below. Dappled sunlight filtered down, dancing on her copper skin and red one-piece suit as she got her bearings. Taking a deep breath from her regulator, Rita let the stress of her trip melt away as she used her strong thighs to swim deep into the blue expanse.

SCUBA was one of her favorite hobbies and she had been ecstatic to find a small business next to her hotel offering excursions to the nearby reef. Once out on the water, the local man piloting her boat had offered to take her to a rarely seen shipwreck most tourists overlooked. Interest piqued, Rita couldn't resist.

Diving deeper and deeper Rita soon found the wreck, right where the man had said, teetering nose down on the edge of intimidating crevasse. As she swam closer, she noticed something else extraordinarily odd as well.

The shape of it resembled an ancient Grecian transport! It was covered in barnacles and other marine life now, but the curve of the hull and the shape of the oar slots were undeniable. What the hell was something like this doing all the way out here in the South Pacific?

She pulled out her underwater camera to document the amazing find when a tiny glimmer caught her eye. It was coming from somewhere near the ship's helm! Pictures forgotten, she swam closer to find the source of the strange light.

Approaching the deteriorated rail at the rear of the ship, she found a perfectly preserved golden medallion! It was resting peacefully on the rail and contrasted sharply with its surroundings, glittering brightly as the rest of the boat was slowly reclaimed by the ocean. How had such a pristine artifact not been discovered yet?

In awe, Rita touched the medallion, surprised by its warmth and oblivious to the creaking timber around her. Unable to resist, she scooped the oversized coin into her hand and felt suddenly filled with a sense of inexplicable power! But as she brought it closer to admire its beauty, large bubbles and the sounds of crushing wood filled the water around her. The precariously balanced ship was going down!

Filled with panic, Rita quickly slipped the medallion into the top of her swimsuit and swam as quickly as she could up and away from the doomed vessel!

A few hundred feet up, Rita turned back to see the tail end of the ship slip away into the darkness below as a cloud of underwater creatures abandoned their homes in a flurry.

Rita's heart dropped into her stomach.

As the shock of what happened slowly passed, she looked down to where the strange medallion sat nestled in her ample cleavage.

She felt sick with guilt.

Was this trinket really worth destroying such an impressive archeological find?

For a moment she thought the golden disk pulsed softly between her breasts, almost reassuringly.

She was going to need a stiff drink after all this!

Not sure what to do next, Rita turned and began her assent to the boat that brought her here. Hopefully her pilot wouldn't notice what she had done...

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Back down in the darkness, a cloud of bubbles arose, revealing a pair of massive glowing eyes watching the tiny human escape back up to its watercraft. Tentacles the size of oak trees slithered up and over the sides of the ravine...

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Rita slipped onto one of the stools at the end of the empty bar, hoping to get a little privacy after all the events of the day. Ever since she had taken that medallion from the shipwreck, things had gotten strange.

Upon returning to her hotel, she was informed there had been a leak in her room, and that they would need to move her into another one. But when she went up to get her things, she found her pack was filled with a pool of salty water! Dumping it out, she found the only things left inside were some seashells, seaweed, and a few wiggling starfish.

What had happened to all her stuff??

Deciding it must have been the hotel staff having some fun with her, she simply reported the missing items at the front desk and then left for a quick walk while they prepared her room and replaced her things.

Down on the corner this odd place had caught her eye. Maybe it was the fishbone sign, or the way it was dug down into the ground, but "The Kraken's Lair" seemed like a good place to be left alone for a little while.

Rita pulled the medallion back out from her swimsuit, taking a closer look at it. The brilliant gold surface seemed hardly touched by time, but the engravings around the edges looked ancient. One face of the medal was filled with inscriptions in some ancient tongue she didn't recognize, while the other depicted the visage of some deep-sea creature, framed by a series of undulating tentacles. As she stared at it, she could have sworn they began to move...

"And, what'll you be having?" the busty female barkeep demanded, slamming a hand on the counter and interrupting Rita's concentration.

"I, uh-" Rita faltered. "I uh- don't have any money. I just arrived this morning and the hotel lost all my stuff."

"Well, ain't that just my luck. The one customer I get in here all week, and she doesn't even have any money!" the barkeep huffed, looking around at the empty dive bar before noticing the glimmer from Rita's hands. "What's that you got there?"

She snatched the medallion, flipping it between her fingers before biting the edge.

"Yep," she spat "That's real all right!"

But as she took a closer look at it, her face brightened up into a huge grin.

"Now where did a sexy gal like you come up with a thing like this?"

"I, ah..." Rita scrambled, afraid to mention her fiasco with the ship. "It's- it's an old family heirloom!"

"Oh, really?" the pale barkeep smiled, looking the curvaceous latina up and down. "You're Greek?"

Rita flinched. What did this woman know about the medallion? Did she know about the ship too?

"Uh, yeah... Uh, on my mother's father's side. Twice removed..." Rita blurted

"Well then." the barkeep smiled, flipping the medallion back to Rita. "Let me get you something special... On the house!"

A few moments later the gothic-looking woman presented Rita with an intriguing concoction.

"This is our house special here at The Kraken's Lair." she winked. "Enjoy!"

Rita looked suspiciously at the large margarita glass on the counter in front of her as the woman walked away. It was filled with some sort of neon green drink she had never seen before.

Not sure what to do next, she decided to leave it in the hands of the gods.

With a flick of her thumb, Rita send the medallion spinning in the air before catching it and placing it on the back of her hand.

Opening her fingers, she took a peek....

Tentacles.

Bottoms up!

The first sip went down smooth, and the second quickly followed. It was delicious! Rita slowly licked her plump lips, savoring the flavor. It was somewhere between a creamy rum liqueur and a key lime pie. As she closed her eyes and downed the rest of it, the medallion beside her glowed, emitting an indistinguishable pulse of dark energy.

Rita placed the glass back onto the counter, satisfied, then immediately began to feel queasy. Maybe accepting an unknown drink from a strange woman in an empty bar on a remote tropical island hadn't been the best decision!

Rita braced herself against the bar, almost doubling over with the sensations roiling through her abdomen. Where the hell had that woman gone? But as she looked around, something else caught her eye. Where she had left the brilliant golden medallion moments before, now sat a cold lead disk. She flipped it over with her hand. What the hell had happened??

As if in response to her question, she felt a sudden, intense burning in her chest. Pulling back her long cocoa hair she found black markings beginning to appear on her chest! It burned like hot iron as lines were etched into her skin, a familiar design taking shape!

Rita gritted her teeth, unable to stop the supernatural branding, but as the burning subsided, she looked again and realized the design emblazoned on her chest was an exact replica of the face and tentacles from the medallion! The dark visage of the creature stared back at her with glowing eyes.

Then, with a sudden pulse of energy, the back lines turned fiery red and she could feel some unknown presence awaken deep within her!

Dark whispers clouded the back of her mind, mumbling something indistinguishable. Her breasts began to feel inexplicably heavy and the boiling in her tummy dropped lower towards her groin, shifting to a more distinguishable squirming sensation.

Rita panicked and began to completely freak out! She looked for an escape route from this cursed place, but the wooden stairs leading out were now framed by dark, thick tentacles! In fact, all the ornate wooden tentacle carvings along the bar and furniture that had originally added to place's kitschy appeal had started to come to life, writhing and squirming over one another!

The mumblings in her mind had gotten more rhythmic, like some sort of alien chant. A distinct sea breeze tickled her nostrils and ancient memories slipped in and out of her mind.

Suddenly, Rita found herself on an ancient galley, crashing through a tropical storm. Her cloaked brethren stood around her as shirtless men rowed to the beat of the drum. The waves swept high around them, but their mission was too important to turn back now. They had to deliver their cargo!

Rita slipped from her stool, catching herself with one foot. What the hell was that? She looked around, finding herself back in the dark, humid bar.

She rubbed her pounding head, looking up at the mirror behind the bottles of liquor. She squinted, having to do a double-take as she saw her irises had turned lime green while the whites of her eyes had turned completely black! Not only that, but her skin seemed a touch darker, and... purple-ier? Soft purple dots had appeared along her hips and shoulders as well...

By now her swimsuit was struggling to contain her generous tits, a fact corroborated by the throbbing she could feel building behind them. Pulling down one of her shoulder straps, she released a noticeably larger boob from the confines of her swimsuit, trying desperately to relieve the feeling of pressure! Her nipple looked much larger and puffier than she remembered, and both nipples began to itch strangely.

Rita looked around, growing increasingly self-conscious about someone walking in on her like this, but the growing voice in her mind egged her on, assuring her everything was fine.

She reached a hand around, trailing a finger over her swollen nipple. She was surprised by how sensitive it was, the mere act of touching it making her blush! She pulled her suit down further, baring her entire chest to the warm humid air.

As Rita began openly fondling her swelling breasts, she noticed an odd tingling in her fingers. Pulling a hand away for a moment, she watched as flaps of thick skin filled the space between her digits. Turning her hand around she found her manicured nails growing out into little pointed claws! Similar tingling in her other hand and feet announced the arrival of webbing and claws there as well. She wanted to yelp in surprise, but the voice told her no, this was how her hands we supposed to be! And it hadn't been wrong yet...

As she resumed caressing her breasts, she could feel long indentations forming along her nipples in a cross-like pattern. She ran her fingers along the sensitive gullies as the creases pushed deeper into the supple skin of her tits. Meanwhile, the squirming sensations from earlier began to dominate her senses once more, spreading up to her cantaloupe sized bosoms and swirling around deep within her loins.

Suddenly, she felt something thick and warm slip out from her pussy! But instead of becoming frightened, she couldn't help but simply become more even aroused!

The voice deep inside her approved.
She reached a webbed hand down to her nethers, feeling the long, smooth shape of the mass through the crotch of her swimsuit. It reacted to her touch, rubbing the walls of her tunnel as it moved! As this one continued to rub her inner walls, she felt another mound appear, this one exponentially more sensitive than the first! Stroking it through the thick material of her swimsuit felt amazing!

Rita continued rubbing herself, stroking her crotch and nipples freely! The squirming in her breasts intensified, building up like pressure behind a leaky faucet. The pleasure was incredible! The creases in her breasts grew longer, thick flaps of her massive nipples peeking open to reveal an unknown void within. Teasing the rim of this hidden orifice, Rita found it incredibly similar to her pussy; strong, throbbing, and dripping with need!

She plunged a few webbed fingers into her breast, using her other hand to stroke the sensitive mass at her crotch while her quivering sex was filled by the other unknown form!

It all quickly became too much for her to handle and she came like never before! Waves of orgasm coursed through her body, the deep voice inside her head growing louder and more insistent as strange muscles awoke within her!

Rita braced herself against the bar, the once carved oaken tentacles along the edge coming to life and coiling around her wrists, their suckers tickling her amber skin. Several more reached up to her bare breasts, groping and caressing her swollen orbs.

Amidst her throes of orgasm, she felt the sensations in her breasts finally come to a head and she arched her back, moaning loudly for the world to hear! Her nipples peeled open of their own volition, blossoming like thick, sucker-lined flower petals! Warm, clear fluid gushed out, coating her front and filling the air the with smell of sea spray as a pair of thick, purple tentacles burst forth!

Rita slumped forward, the tentacles from the bar supporting her as her nipples opened and closed around the slick appendages now protruding from them. The sensations sent shivers up and down her spine, simultaneously turning her on yet weirding her out at the same time. She stared at the thick, slimy tentacles in shock as they twisted listlessly in the clear, viscous puddle on the counter in front of her. Were those things really hers? Watching them in a sex-addled daze, she soon realized they were beginning to follow her increasingly salacious thoughts! They turned towards the tentacles sprouting from the counter. She couldn't help but wonder... how wonderful would it feel to have those tendrils filling up her nipple holes?!

Acting upon her desires, her nipple tentacles quickly coiled around several from the bar, guiding them up and shoving them into her breasts! Rita groaned. It felt amazing!!

Rita could feel the tentacles moving and twisting within her breasts, the sensitive muscular passages behind her open nipples clenching the suckered intruders. Her nipple tentacles wrapped around them, thickening as they coiled together, rubbing the moist, slimy passages as her nipples pulled them deeper inside. As strange as it was, she couldn't help but bask in the sensations as they pushed her back towards the brink of climax.

A familiar pressure welled up from within her loins, but her hands were still held captive by the living counter top and the tentacles at her breasts were quite preoccupied. Looking down desperately, she was relieved to see the tentacle carvings adorning her stool come to life just as the ones along the bar had.

Sensing their guest's urgent need, a pair of these tendrils quickly slipped around her copper thighs, pulling them open as a third poked and prodded at the squirming forms outlined by the crotch of her tight red swimsuit. The silky material had become fully saturated by the moisture oozing from within as her vagina pounded with lust!

Rubbing the hidden, undulating masses, the tentacle teased Rita mercilessly until her green and black eyes popped open wide, another amplified orgasm descending swiftly down upon her! This tendril quickly wrapped around the damp crotch of her suit, yanking it aside to reveal her altered pussy.

Two thick, sucker-lined flaps of skin and muscle around her slit opened up wide as more clear fluid gushed forth, coating her legs in a warm, salty, ectoplasmic bath. The quivering vaginal tunnel within gripped a thick purple tentacle sprouting from it as another tentacle coming from above her gash pushed its way back up inside her.

The sensations from this one sent Rita through the roof! It felt as though she were being incredibly filled while simultaneously having her clit rubbed and squeezed like never before! It was exhilarating!

Rita rode the orgasmic waves for what felt like hours as her pussy and nipples spasmed over and over, sending jolts of pleasure throughout her body! But as it slowly died down, and the wood grain tentacles from the bar and stool slowly extricated themselves from her body, she began to be able to think clearly once more.

Rita held her forehead in one webbed, clawed hand, slowly rubbing her eyes with the other. The deep, unnatural murmuring in her head had finally abated, leaving her mind clear and unfettered for the first time since drinking that strange green cocktail.

Pulling her hands away, Rita tentatively looked down towards her massively warped body...

And smiled.

The deep mumbling began anew, and she welcomed it! It was her master speaking to her! The one who had inscribed his form onto her chest. She looked back down to the tattoo etched above her bosom, now plain black ink once more. Knowledge bubbled up into her mind.

Cthulhu... Yes, that was his name.

She quickly tore away what remained of her swimsuit with her tentacles, looking over her body and taking stock of how he had changed her to his will. Thick, slimy, sucker lined tentacles slid from her impossibly perky FFF breasts that were now topped with thick flowering nipples. Similar muscular petals lifted up from between her thighs, like the jaws of a large spider. Yet the inside of these was much more inviting!

Parting them with a hand she found her moist vagina, still dripping with clear fluid as the smell of sea salt lingered. A pair of tentacles slid out from her pussy, but upon closer inspection she found only one of the two actually came from within her slit. The other had simply replaced her little button of a clit! No wonder it had remained so fantastically sensitive! Rita licked this one softly as it coiled up and around her webbed hand, shivering from the wonderful sensations.

Catching at her reflection in the tentacle framed mirror behind the bar, she realized just how strange she now looked. What would people think of her? Would they call her strange and uncouth? Bizarre and terrifying?

She didn't care.

She was above any human standards of beauty now! They simply couldn't comprehend her anymore.

Yet she knew one thing for certain...

She needed more!!

Rita reached across the bar with an arm, coming up short and knocking a few glasses to the ground in the process. She bapped herself on the forehead. Of, course... Silly her!

Turning her body towards the counter, she shivered as the slimy tentacles in her breasts slipped further out, collecting what she needed. Working partially from memory, and guided by the rumbling inside her mind, she soon had another perfectly crafted lime green margarita.

Time for round two!

"What the hell is going on out he-?" the pale bartender started as she returned from some back room, suddenly catching sight of the changed woman now sitting at her bar!

"Well, well, well!" she smirked. "Aren't you just full of surprises then. Chosen One indeed!"

Rita smiled back, tipping the drink in her direction before downing the entire thing in one go. She set the empty glass on the counter before standing up and walking towards the other woman, her tattoo glowing once more with infernal intent.

"Cthulhu sends his regards." she whispered, pulling the barmaid in close for a passionate kiss. Their breasts pressed tightly together, Rita's tentacles taking the opportunity to coil around other woman's tits in a tender embrace.

Rita could feel more changes welling up within her, the will of Cthulhu shaping her body to its nefarious desires. She had to share his incredible gift!

Rita slipped her clit tentacle up into the waistband of the other woman's skirt, tugging at the elastic.

"You know, if you'd like me naked..." the barmaid whispered, "all you have to do is ask."

"Yes..." Rita grinned, "but I like it better this way!"

Rita stepped back and with a surge of power, another pair of thick tentacles emerged from her breasts! All six of her tendrils quickly tore the woman's dark clothing to tatters.

Rita smiled as she stepped towards her, taking her in as she struggled to pull off the last scraps of her top that still clung to her. Her black lacy bra and panties contrasted so seductively against her creamy white skin! But as sexy as she was, the murmurs in her mind were right...

She could be so much more!

Rita pushed in close to the barmaid, slamming her palms against the wall on either side of her, trapping her with her gaze.

"Are you ready to truly serve the master?" she searched the barmaid's grey eyes with her own black and green ones. "To full submit body and spirit to Cthulhu?"

The other woman braced herself and nodded. "I've been waiting down here in the dark for longer than you can imagine, waiting for the arrival of Cthulhu's Chosen!"

"Very well." Rita closed her eyes and rolled her head, cracking her neck as she felt a tingle in her forehead. "Then let's begin!"

A thin vertical slit appeared in her forehead, and as she reopened her eyes, her third eye opened as well! She could finally see the truth of this place! This was no ordinary dive bar... but simply a front for a gateway to Cthulhu's stronghold! And now, with his vision granted upon her, she could see it was little more than a pit of squirming, writhing tentacles!

Rita pulled the barmaid in for another passionate kiss, bunching the woman's straight black hair up behind her head. Breaking the kiss, Rita stepped back, licking her lips with her long sinuous tongue. Yet as the woman tried to follow, she was stopped short! Glancing up she saw tentacles sprouting from the wall had grabbed hold of her long ebony hair, splaying it out as they weaved through its silky length!

Rita giggled at the other's plight, sizing up her pet for her first change. She slid back up to her, locking lips once more, this time driving her long tongue down the other woman's throat as her third eye glowed. She grabbed the woman's wrists, lifting them high above her head while two more lumps formed on Rita's sides. These lumps quickly thickened and lengthened, developing into another pair of arms! Her new webbed hands lost no time in reaching up to the other woman's breasts, groping and caressing them through her lacy bra. They were a healthy DD already, but quickly began plumping around the sides of her straining bra as Rita massaged them. She groaned softly until there was audible 'pop', and her breasts fell free of their restrictive garment!

Wrapping a pair of tentacles from the wall around the woman's wrists, Rita slipped her upper hands down below the fabric cups now hanging loosely from the barkeep's shoulders, tweaking her puffy nipples. She moved her lower hands down below her own breasts, cupping a pair of swelling masses beginning to appear there.

Meanwhile, Rita's own tentacles stayed busy. The ones from her breasts coiled up and around the woman's arms and neck while several more slipped out from Rita's straining pussy. A pair found the barmaid's milky thighs, coiling around them down to her calves. Grunting, Rita's tentacles lifted the barmaid's legs up into the air, ratcheting them outwards and upwards until her ankles were as high as her hips with her thighs parallel to the floor! Thick tentacles from the wall wrapped around them, locking them in place as she hung several feet off the ground.

Releasing their grip, Rita's tentacles returned to the woman's crotch, looping around her lacy panties and pulling them down to reveal a plump pair of lips, freshly groomed and glistening with need! Her tentacles were more than happy to accommodate, Rita's clit tentacle quickly sliding up inside.

Both women moaned at the new sensations, then Rita felt something unexpected. As she continued to deep throat the barmaid with her tongue, she began to feel a growing pressure around it. She tried pulling her tongue back, but soon found herself unable to do so! Whatever it was, something was pulling her tongue deeper into the other woman's throat!

Curious, Rita broke their kiss and stepped back from the other woman still held tight against the wall, the tentacles bridging their pussies lengthening to remain inside their moist tunnels. But that wasn't all that remained. Rita was surprised to find her long, sinuous tongue still bridging the gap between them as well!

Opening her eyes, the barmaid looked at Rita and smiled around her mouthful. As their eyes remained locked, Rita could feel the strange pressure rising along her tongue until a wiggling black form appeared from the other woman's lips! Even more surprising was that it was swallowing Rita's own tongue whole!

Smiling at this new, strange development, Rita stepped back in, swallowing the barmaid's unique hollow tongue as it devoured her own. Another sensation caught Rita by surprise as she felt at new pressure at her pussy. Glancing down, she saw that while she had been distracted by their tongues, the barmaid's clit had plumped and lengthened, turning into a tentacle of its own that was now knocking at her door. Rita grunted, adjusting her stance and making room for the tendril to push its way into her overfilled pussy. Apparently, this woman had some surprises of her own!

Both women moaned loudly as their tongues dove down each other's throats and their sensitive clit tentacles coiled together, shooting unbelievable pleasure to their very cores!

By now, Rita's new lower breasts had finished their growth, rivaling her first pair in size. The nipples quickly pulled apart into thick, slimy blossoms, the sucker-lined petals releasing a deluge of warm, salty liquid down their legs and pussies. Behind her nipples, new muscular orifices were stretched wide as several more slick purple tentacles appeared! They quickly slipped around the pale woman's waist, kissing her smooth skin with their suckers as they pulled her hips closer.
Rita found a several familiar creases along the other woman's swollen nipples as well. Stroking further, they soon split wide, blooming open and spilling fluid black as ink to mix with Rita's fluids already coating their lower bodies! Thick black tentacles quickly pushed their way out of her nipples, eager to join in the fun as they wrapped around Rita's breasts, filling her ample cleavages!

The barmaid gasped from the amazing sensations, her tongue finally releasing Rita's as it pulled back into her throat. Rita watched as the other woman's eyes popped open wide, revealing black sclera framing her pure white irises!

Rita grinned, nefarious thoughts dominating her mind.

"Shall we take this to the next level, my love?" she proposed, snapping a pair of clawed fingers.

The barmaid blinked, hardly having time to register the question before she felt the thick wall tentacles behind her begin to shift. Lowering her legs, they quickly looped around them both, wrapping their bodies tightly together. Then, with a sudden lurch, they began moving!

Shaken, she instinctively coiled her titty tentacles around Rita for support, but the reaction was wholly unnecessary as the sold limbs moving them upwards kept them securely wrapped together.

Rita chuckled as the tentacles passed them along. "Afraid of heights, my pet?" she asked, stroking her chin.

"Uh, no. Not really." The barmaid blushed. "Just, ah... afraid of falling!"

"Well, you needn't fear that my dear. Our friends have us well in hand!" Rita replied, giggling at her own pun as she patted a nearby tentacle.

The thick members passed the lovemakers between them as they moved up along the wall until, with a sudden, unsettling shift, they were flipped backwards and left hanging parallel to the floor below!

The ceiling tentacles continued to pass them along, high above the squirming floor, until they were near the middle of the room.

"This should do nicely!" and with another snap of Rita's fingers, the tentacles stopped, leaving the women hanging in their grasp above the bar.

"I don't know about you, but I'm feeling a tad thirsty."

Rita grunted softly as she pulled her tentacles back from the other woman's various orifices, then pushed away. She dipped and spun down a pair of tentacles like an expert ribbon dancer until she landed deftly on the countertop. The barmaid watched in awe as she was held tight to the ceiling, her arms and legs stretched out wide as suckers caressed her creamy skin.

Rita snapped her fingers once more and several tentacles slid back up the pale woman's body, determined to keep her squirming at the behest of their Chosen! They coiled around her long prehensile clit, undulating and pulsing along its length. Several others quickly joined in, pushing in and out of her nipples and pussy!

"Having fun up there?" Rita winked as her own tentacles whizzed across the bar, preparing another drink for their mistress. Within seconds, she was handed another large margarita glass, filled to the brim with neon green.

"Don't get too far without me up there!" she called up with a smile as the barmaid squeezed her eyes tight, incredible pleasure building up inside her! Rita licked the salt from the glass with her long tongue before downing the delicious concoction.

"Now... time for some real fun!"

With a wave of her hand, several tentacles wrapped around her webbed feet, lifting her into the air like a living escalator until she was just below the other woman's face. She wore a focused grimace, quivering as she tried to cope with all the pleasure rolling through her body. Several of her own tentacles had strayed down from her breasts as well, unable to resist the siren's song of her pussy!

"Hmmm, think you need a few more playthings?" Rita asked mischievously.

She ran her webbed hands through the woman's silky black hair as her tattoo glowed anew. As the strands passed beneath her fingers, they began to clump and thicken, congealing into more long, thick tentacles! Tiny little maws appeared at their tips, covering Rita's face with kisses as she stroked them.

"Yes, lovely, my dears..." She chuckled. "but don't you have more important things to do?"

Pausing for a moment to consider, the tentacles turned back towards their owner, covering her creamy skin with their tiny kisses and sucking at her generous tits.

Meanwhile, more thick tentacles had descended from the ceiling, wrapping Rita's arms and legs and pulling her upwards until she hung parallel to the other woman, mere inches beneath her.

"Anyone home?" she smiled, tapping the barmaid's forehead. Grunting, peeled a black and white eye open, looking pleadingly at Rita!

"...k ...he..." she whispered.

"What's that?"

"h...k ....mhe..." she tried again, quivering.

"You'll have to speak up my dear..." Rita smirked.

The barmaid summoned all her remaining strength.

"FUCK ME!! PLEASE!!!"

"With pleasure!" Rita grinned.

She ripped what remained of the bra and panties from her pet's pale body, her hands caressing the heavy breasts pressing down into her own. She pulled the ceiling's tentacles from the barmaid's snatch roughly, quickly replacing them with several of her own. She coiled her breast tentacles around them both, hugging them together tightly as the barmaid's black ones did the same.

Their clit tentacles found each other once more, coiling around each other before joining the others pumping into their overstuffed, glistening vaginas!

Rita felt more tingling radiating down her spine as long, thin protrusions appeared, quickly filling with translucent purple webbing as the soft fin developed down her back. A pressure above her ass heralded the growth of a long, thick prehensile tail that weighed down heavily, prompting several more tentacles to descend from the ceiling to support its girth. Soft, round purple fins appeared around the base of her impressive tail, matching her spinal fin perfectly. Similar fins appeared along both women's calves and forearms and aquatic gills split the skin at their necks, but they were too far gone in their passion to care!

Tentacles flowed in and out of one another as they pushed each other closer to the edge. Tendrils slid from their swollen breasts, wrapping their bodies close as they pumped their hips, grinding and swaying high above the living bar beneath them.

Rita could feel something else welling deep within her as she neared total climax, an intense tingling down her back as the tentacles there were pushed aside by growing mounds. She could feel them swelling in time with the waves of pleasure coursing through her until it was too much!

The rubbing and sliding through her quivering pussy; the teasing and groping of her quadruple breasts and nipples; the undulating pressure along her clit buried deep into her lover's snatch. It was all simply too much to bear!

She could feel the barmaid's body twitching, her muscles clenching up as well as she pumped her lover full!

Then, with an incredible rush of clear, salty and inky black fluid, both women finally came!

The barkeep groaned and grunted as pure orgasm overtook her body, new muscles spasming in waves as tentacles continued to caress her!

Rita moaned along with her, then yelled as large webbed wings exploded from her back! The impressive bony wings beat large gusts of air throughout the room as her entire body was dominated by the intense orgasmic pleasure!

After what seemed like an eternity of pleasure, both women's bodies finally started to relax, a warm afterglow creeping into their extremities as the tentacles slowly pulled their way out. The ceiling tentacles gently lowered them down into a soft and squirming bed of more below. The women were both relieved to be back down from their perch, stretching out before cuddling together again, their own tentacles finally slipping free of each other's orifices as they receded back into their own.

"Well then..." the barmaid whispered as she snuggled close, tracing the black tattoo on her lover’s chest. "You really are full of surprises!"

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The women laid together for hours, recovering from their salacious escapades. The tentacles covering the floor created a comfortable bed as well as a cozy, albeit somewhat squirmy, blanket. Rita kept her long powerful tail wrapped tenderly around her lover's legs.

The barmaid, Persephone, explained how she had been shipwrecked and stuck on this island for millennia, waiting underground for Cthulhu's Chosen to arrive. Rita revealed how she had happened upon a similar shipwreck, the same place where she had discovered the medallion that had started everything.

Persephone was convinced it was the will of Cthulhu! But Rita had her doubts.

"Then why did you come to this island to begin with, if not guided by Cthulhu?" Persephone pried.

"I was supposed to be attending a gathering with some overprivileged classmates from my past." Rita explained. "But that's irrelevant now. I couldn't care less about their trivial self-aggrandizing parties."

"But don't you see?" Persephone insisted.

"See what?"

"The will of Cthulhu! He has laid a path for you. You must go to this party! Perhaps you were meant to convert these others to Cthulhu's side..."

Rita didn't want to admit it, but she knew Persephone was right. The deep rumblings in her mind confirming this truth.

"Very well. But should I just go like this?" Rita looked down at her massively changed body. "I'm afraid I wouldn't get far."

"Leave that to me. I've been under long-standing orders to serve and assist Cthulhu's Chosen once they were revealed to me. I've spent that time studying and practicing. How do you think I was able to disguise this place as a normal dive bar?" Persephone waved her hand at the pit of tentacles around them.

"I'll have you looking human again in no time."