Is This What You Wanted?

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Commission for iamjustherefortheporn from FA

A chirpy squirrel called Stillwater was always rather pestering little rodent girl. But once she found an incredible, once in a lifetime goat girl with many different tentacles all over her body, she immediately wanted to be just like her, no matter the consequences.


Mermaid Edge. A fantastic beach called by the locals and seen as a typical, average shore by many others. After all, all beaches were just a gigantic mass of sand on a direct border with the azure sea. Often judged not by the beach itself, but by the nearby city and over expensive hotels or restaurants.

Stillwater, a young gal with a fluffy, green tail and a long, swirling tail of the same color, didn't care about the surroundings at all, focused on the fun she was going to have. And what wouldn't be else amazing than meeting other people, who mostly wanted to enjoy the weather in peace? The squirrel girl's cluelessness was blatantly obvious when she kept pushing people's buttons back in her home. And now was the time to bother new targets.

She strolled through the beach in a red, one-piece swimsuit, which covered her slim figure tightly, outlining her bountiful bosom and poking out nipples. Stillwater loved to show off her body, although not pushing herself to become a nudist. Even she wasn't that careless, sometimes remembering the rules. The squirrel carried a large blanket, umbrella, and a bag with snacks and cold, bottled water, expecting to be here for at least several hours.

She searched for a perfect spot for her endeavors, wanting to relax for a while but also to chit-chat with interesting in her eyes people. The spot right next to the volleyball net was out of the question, not want to be hit and additionally, she wasn't curious about individuals younger than her.

While she walked, the squirrel went past the cocktail bar, ignoring the alcoholic beverages for time being, trying not to interact with tipsy, obnoxious males. She tried to also avoid too crowded areas, wanting to meet only a few people, not being a part of a gigantic crowd, and hearing all of these annoying noises. Once she got into a less packed area, she couldn't believe her eyes on what she just saw.

A mutant. Or at the very least, she thought so.

The female could be possibly a normal-looking goat if not for her peculiar, blue body. Yes, she had a pair of gorgeous and bountiful, plump breasts that tried to jump out of the bikini top. And yes, her thick thighs would probably crush a ripe watermelon between them. And yes, her ass would without any question smother a lucky male's face, a fantastic last view before his demise. But there was another, big detail that pondered about.

Were there... tentacles?

Goat's whole body pulsated, like the skin itself was alive. The tiny, lazily wiggling appendages covered probably most of her body, excluding the face and maybe the white hair. The squirrel asked herself, how was she the only one seeing all of this? Were other people blind, oblivious of what was lying on the beach beside them? Or perhaps the other locals were just like here and she was just proven to be ignorant? She just had to investigate further, not only curious about her species but also rather quickly finding a perfect target for her badgering.

Stillwater placed the blanket right onto the sand, placing firmly her umbrella so it casts a perfectly sized shadow above it. After placing the bag next to it she eventually lay down, not even bothering with putting sunscreen on. Then she smirked, having an idea how to approach the goat if her initial plan will fail. She looked over the stranger, staring at all those extra members protruding from the skin. They were in a much larger quantity than she initially thought.

The tentacles seemed to have minds of their own, moving and dancing to their rhythm, some lazing about while others violently jiggling about. Her eyes opened wide in shock, finally noticing something, different from the least. The squirrel was sure that it was just a goat's leg, eventually noticing that she had three bottom limbs. She saw a goat's tail before and wasn't even nearly as long as this one. It could easily work as a supporting limb on its own.

The appendage lay between its legs like a gigantic snake, pulsating with raw strength within it. Tentacles themselves covered the whole length of it like it had its ecosystem. The squirrel looked around, but other beachgoers didn't even look in her direction. What was going on? She asked herself. Building some courage, she cleared her throat, trying to get the goat's attention. After it didn't work, she did that again. And one more time. Noticing that she was simply disregarded by that strange woman, Stillwater opened her mouth.

"Miss? Excuse me, miss?"

The mutant turned her head nonchalantly toward the green-haired gal. The goat lady looked straight into the squirrel's eyes with a stern look, before eventually gracing her with a lukewarm smile. Her meaty tail moved around, hiding behind her like it found the squirrel dangerous or suspicious.

"Yes? What is it?" Her voice was world-weary, like the goat, and was simply bored and perhaps a bit apathetic. But her eyes told a different story, full of wit and life, hard-focused on the squirrel-like she was truly interested in what she was about to say. Her partially exposed bosom looked a bit intimidating when compared to the squirrel's breasts. But Stillwater didn't even glance at them.

"Um... what are you, exactly? If I can ask you that, of course." She didn't want to anger the mutant just yet, not being that careless or foolish. But simultaneously, she just couldn't walk away without any answers. Her look was firm and full of confidence, although unable to frighten the stronger and more menacing-looking lady.

"What am I?" She returned the question, letting out a gentle chuckle. With her laughter, the woman's tentacles jiggled as well, like they silently chortled with their host. It was an amusing and terrifying sight for the girl. "Oh, I'm simply just a goat, I'm afraid. Capra Linnaeus if you wish to be fancy. But other than that, nothing else. Although you can call me Lovesick" Her smile widened, amused by this whole situation.

It wasn't even nearly enough for Stillwater. She curled her toes, anxious that she didn't get the answer she was looking for. Or perhaps that goat was telling the truth? Maybe it was just a strange condition and she acted ignorant toward a sick person. Not leaving this conversation at a dead end, the squirrel kept pestering her.

"So, what are those, then? I don't think those are goats as well." She pointed at her tentacles, clearly visible under the sun. Lovesick turned her gaze, acting like she saw those appendages for the very first time in her life.

"Oh, those? Don't worry about it. They are simply my friends. I met them when I was blessed with this condition by the forces you can't even comprehend, little one. And let's leave it at that. I'm the one having full control over them, not the other way around. Even if I got them against my will."

The squirrel carefully thinks about each of her words, connecting pieces of the horrific puzzle. Once she got her answer, her eyes widened in a sudden revelation. But instead of retreating, she leaned closer to her peculiar neighbor, wanting to know more.

"You were infected. Am I correct?"

Lovesick opened her bottle of water and took a large sip, while her single eye glanced over at the squirrel. Looking at the smirk, the answer was vague at best, although squirrel abandoned this line of thought. After all, he cared more about if she can infect further, now about the origins of her current state. And perhaps she will get out something of it. The squirrel looked out her phone, lost in thought about how to proceed further, while the goat returned to simple relaxation.

After a long while in dreadful silence, Stillwater got tired of it, desperately needing a plan. The mischievous rodent remembered the bottle of lotion in her back. Seeing that the demonic goat lay on a blanket under full sun, she picked up the container and approached the busty, well-endowed woman. The squirrel immediately sprayed lotion on her hand, ready to use it.

"Here, you need this. I'll gladly help you out." She said with a sweet voice, whispering into Lovesick's pointy ear. The goat sighed, seeing that she will not get rid of that pestering little girl so easily. But instead of standing up and simply walking away, she waited for how this silly situation will go. The woman exposed her back to her, with a lot more of the swirling, alive, and creature-like tentacles.

"I don't know what are you trying to do, little one. If you're looking for a friend, perhaps you should for someone like you. I prefer silence and simple relaxation. But you can humor me if you want. Because I indeed could use some help to spread lotion on my back." She said in a friendly manner, not irritated by squirrel's endeavors just yet. And perhaps it might end well for both of them.

"What, your tiny friend can't help you out?" She smirked, although seeing that the appendages were too short to help out with anything. The squirrel deeply wanted to learn about their real purpose, eventually leaning over to spread the sunscreen all over her blue-coated back. It was a strange feeling like she was a covered bunch of slimy worms, moving rapidly under their palms. Horrific and fascinating feeling at the same time.

Squirrel pondered about those tiny creatures if those were a part of her. Or perhaps they were simply parasites, living inside a goat's body as a tapeworm would? Deeply captivated by their liveliness, Stillwater just had to try having those tiny buggers inside her as well. She rubbed them firmly, wishing they would just jump out on her arms, sinking into her skin. The squirrel sighed, finishing spreading the lotion.

The goat snickered like she read her mind. "You know, you'll not get infected that way." She said, turning over to look at the squirrel. Having a better look, Stillwater finally noticed a frightening view of the demonic goat's stomach. The swirling, pulsating mess of a ball, sitting in the woman's stomach. She saw an outline of it and all the tentacles protruding out of it. Was there a source of her condition? Or perhaps just another ruse, since Lovesick didn't want to share the truth with her? Squirrel shook her head, finally focusing on the goat's words.

"So it is an infection. I knew that. And I'm sure I would endure it as well since I have an iron stomach!" She beamed proudly, trying to convince her that she was strong enough to have the same condition. Since the squirrel wanted attention her whole life, it would be the best way in her opinion to achieve it. Or probably use those tentacles for evil, she didn't care about it.

"You have no idea what you're wishing for." The goat scoffed, lying on her belly again and exposing her back, letting her tentacles have proper tanning as well. Stillwater couldn't accept that answer, pestering her further.

"But I do have an iron stomach. Come on, infect me, demon." She didn't notice how silly she sounded, perhaps careless as well, not knowing about the goat's real story. "Infect me already. Don't you have balls for that? Fill me with your disgusting tentacles! Infect me!"

The squirrel hit the sand below her like a spoiled child in a candy store. Lovesick seemed to have enough of this exchange, gathering her things and standing up. Stillwater sighed, not wanting this to end. But her hopes weren't completely shattered just yet. Right when the goat was ready to leave, she looked at the squirrel and moved her head invitingly, suggesting rodent to follow her.

Not believing her luck, Stillwater gathered a blanket and closed the umbrella, before running towards the departing goat, seeing how the protruding, meaty, and almost convulsing tail left a deep trail on the sand below, dragged heavily behind. Having no idea where are they going exactly, they eventually approached the more rocky environment, with almost nobody around, not even an ice cream truck. Just an abandoned, old toilet house.

The goat nonchalantly placed the blanket, right before sitting on it and taking another sit of her cooled-down water. Lovesick kept staring at the tormenting squirrel, smirking mischievously like she already made her decision on how to end all of this. "Join me." She commanded the younger girl with a stern voice, patting the empty spot right next to her. Stillwater was convinced that her tentacles waved at her, invitingly.

Once the goat eventually placed her butt on the blanket, the goat immediately embraced without any warning. The goat woman extended her broad and meaty tongue, swiftly invading the squirrel's mouth, fighting her tasting organ for dominance. Stillwater tried to push her away, having nearly no enough strength to overpower her. It was not like she didn't enjoy such a sloppy and passionate kiss, but Stillwater didn't look for lesbian sex.

The girl felt dozens of tiny bumps, tickling the insides of her mouth like a goat's tongue was deeply infected as well. She wondered if it was part of the infection, absolutely not prepared for what happened next. Her eyes opened wide in sheer terror, not believing her even the slightest bit like she experienced the worst dream of her whole existence.

Lovesick dislocated her jaw with an audible, toe-curling crunch. Her eyes lost pupils, now covered with pure whiteness. Her tongue more swirly, resembling a gigantic tentacle, slowly entered the squirrel's throat. The girl couldn't escape or even look away, forced to watch her demise, or so she thought.

The tentacle tongue wasn't the only appendage attacking Stillwater's insides. Out of the goat's throat, dozens of slim, whittling, and elongated tentacles pushed themselves past the squirrel's lips, quickly getting into her stomach. The terrified rodent tried calling for help, but this part of the beach was suddenly, worryingly empty. She flailed her arms, desperately digging her short nails into the goat's skin, not doing any harm.

And just like that, it ended.

"There. Was it fun?" Goat smirked, looking with returned pupils at the squirrel, right after removing tentacles from the girl's stomach. The squirrel hurled, grasping her abdomen, suddenly feeling a sensation deep inside her that she couldn't possibly describe. Like hundreds of large parasites attacked the same organ, all getting pieces for themselves. "You know, you could thank me at least."

Stillwater gagged loudly, feeling dozens of tiny tentacles protruding from her belly, but she couldn't control them even a single bit. She suddenly covered her mouth, and after several gags she threw out a bit of blueish goop, sticky and warm. She hopelessly tried to once again beg for help, but instead of pathetic words, only more goop escaped her mouth. The goat couldn't help herself but chuckle evilly at this whole situation.

"I told you that you can't handle this. When I said that it was a blessing, I only partially lied. It's a curse that you need to overcome, nothing to joke about, thinking it's something cute, making you a loveable freak. Now reap what you sow, foolish little girl. Hopefully, you'll remember this for the rest of your life." Judging by the glint in the goat's eye, she enjoyed it in a rather sadistic way.

The squirrel had to do anything to stop this madness, perhaps just removing all of the tentacles, currently invading her stomach, making her nauseous beyond belief. She eventually noticed the old, worn-out shack from the earlier, hopefully with the toilet inside. The panicky rodent rushed into it, swiftly opening it and dropping onto her knees, embracing the dirty hole.

Lovesick followed the infected girl, chuckling all the way, not regretting teaching her a rather harsh, probably quite cruel lesson. She stared at the squirrel, hurling violently right into the shitter, vomiting a large amount of the disgusting, foul-smelling goop. The goat stood tall right behind her, before grasping the girl's hair and pulling it back, holding it in place.

"Here. I don't want to spew all that mess all over your precious hair. Now, let it all go and soon it will pass. Maybe." She chuckled devilishly, still taunting the poor squirrel who violently gagged, sobbing quietly. "And don't you dare cry? Isn't it what you wanted, child? Act like an adult for once!"

In sheer horror, Stillwater saw several tentacles hanging down out of her mouth, pulsating and swaying heavily, praying to herself that she didn't puke out her intestines in the process. Most of them landed deep down below, along with copious amounts of the ooze, although it wasn't over yet. She still felt a lot of wormlike appendages, infesting her stomach and probably feasting on what she had inside.

"See that? That's called the consequences of your actions. Maybe I don't know you much, but I've seen enough. You're like a spoiled kid who just needs that candy, even if mother firmly said no." The goat wrapped the squirrel's green hair around her finger, to pull harder on it. The girl hurled violently, removing more of the goop with a bunch of much smaller tentacles like she just puked out dozens of naked snails. "But perhaps one day you'll be strong enough to be blessed by this once again. But for now, let it all out."

Stillwater couldn't stop her sobbing, fearing that she was going to die, right here in the abandoned, foul-retching shitter. But the moment she got out of the last tentacle, nausea left her body as well. The squirrel was still exhausted and dehydrated, needing anything to drink. The goat left, although she placed a bottle right beside the squirrel's leg. Stillwater opened it, gulping down the contents to hopefully get rid of that terrible taste in her mouth. She took a deep breath afterward and stepped outside, with messy hair and sweat all over her body. She looked all over the place to at least talk to the goat.

All that she saw, was a bottle of lotion on the sand.