Making Tattoos

The buzz of the tattoo machine filled the studio with a steady hum, blending with the distant rumble of evening traffic outside. Sara adjusted her goggles and leaned closer, her small green fingers surprisingly steady despite the awkward angle.

"Almost done," she said.

The client, a massive Minotaur named Brakkus, grunted in response.

Sara sat on a rolling stool behind him, dwarfed by the sheer size of his frame. The Minotaur occupied nearly half the room, his broad back stretched across a specially reinforced tattoo chair. Dark brown fur framed the enormous piece that now covered nearly every inch of exposed skin between his shoulders and lower back.

It had taken four sessions and enough ink to bankrupt a less successful artist. But it was worth it. And, it would ensure that she could take a long summer break without worry.

The design depicted a labyrinth winding through mountain peaks, rivers, and ancient ruins. Tiny details filled every corner: wandering travelers, hidden monsters, and constellations woven into the pathways. At the center stood a crowned Minotaur warrior, horns raised toward a star-filled sky.

Sara carefully added the final highlights along one of the distant stone towers, sweat trailing down her forehead, the customer's body heat making her feel like she was in an oven.

"There," she said, pulling away.

Brakkus twisted his neck. "Finished?"

"Finished."

The Minotaur rose from the chair, muscles flexing beneath freshly tattooed skin. Sara rolled backward quickly before she could be accidentally flattened. She had learned that lesson exactly once.

Brakkus stepped before the oversized mirror mounted on the wall. For several seconds he simply stared. Then his tail flicked happily. "By the Ancestors," he breathed.

Sara smiled. That reaction never got old.

"It's exactly how my grandfather described the old stories."

"Good," Sara said, already beginning to clean her equipment. "Because if you asked for changes after forty-two hours of work, I was going to throw myself into the harbor."

Brakkus laughed loud enough to rattle the ink bottles. "I'll make sure to tell my family all about your wonderful work, little one. Grandfather will be thrilled by your masterpiece."

Sara accepted a heavy pouch of payment, the thing almost breaking her desk in half, and only when he had left did her eyes drift toward the appointment book on her desk.

The next clients would arrive in fifteen minutes sharp. And judging from the note beside their names, these ones were requesting tattoo's in locations that would make a Minotaur back piece feel wonderfully uncomplicated.

"Spring season truly does bring with it the weirdest of requests."

An interspecies couple: the man was a human, and had requested a king of hearts tattoo right above his special place. The lady was a squid hybrid of sorts, walked on two legs while her tentacles had to in essence become her hair. A demi-human. Sara was fairly certain they could still move their hair like limbs, but she was getting ahead of herself. The lady had requested a similarly color coded queen of hearts tattoo above her special place.

"The king and queen of each other's hearts, how romantic."

Doing her best to distract herself from the impending awkwardness that would engulf her small business, Sara cleaned the place up along with her tools, pulled the curtains shut to create an atmosphere of privacy, and hydrated. That Minotaur had dried her up real good.

"H-hello, are you open?" The shy voice came from the front door, startling Sara for a good second before seeing the feminine voice's tentacles. They're early.

"Yes, Ma'am."

'More shy than what I'd read about,' Sara couldn't help but think, faulting her uni teachers for once again not preparing her for a customer.

"Phew, that's good news. Honey! It's in here."

Rushing to join her, a human quickly filled the doorway. Making their way inside, the two took off their coats and made themselves comfortable. Something that was easier said than done, at least for the squid, the girl seeming less prepared, as she fiddled with her coat.

"Here, let me help you."

"Honey, you're embarrassing me in front of the tattoo artist." The whining was borderline too adorable, Sara wishing she had a husband at home as attentive as this human.

'Wow, that was an unprofessional thought you just had there, Sara." She shook her head and focused on the present, and not the dry spell she'd been in for far too long.

The couple eventually settled into the waiting area, and after finishing the last of her cleanup, she approached with a clipboard. "Welcome. You must be Lyria and Ethan?"

The squid girl nodded immediately. Ethan followed a moment later. "That's us."

"Wonderful. Before we start, we'll go over placement, sizing, and aftercare. Nothing exciting, but it keeps everyone happy." The familiar routine settled Sara's nerves. Paperwork was safe territory, and by the time the forms were completed, the atmosphere had relaxed.

The design itself was simple enough. A red queen of hearts. A matching red king of hearts.

Small, tasteful, and symbolic. Sara spread the printed stencil examples across her desk. "Since these are paired tattoos, I wanted to double-check the proportions."

Lyria leaned forward, several of her tentacle-like locks drifting curiously over her shoulders while she examined the drawings. "Oh, that's cute." The tentacles sprung alive and reached out, taking hold of the illustrations Sara had prepared.

Ethan smiled, hugging his wife. "They match perfectly."

"That's the goal," Sara replied, and after a few adjustments, they agreed on the final size.

Lyria was scheduled first, but the squid girl immediately became nervous again when she saw the chair she'd be seated in.

Sara smiled reassuringly. "It's okay. Everyone is nervous the first time."

"It isn't the tattoo," she whispered

"No?"

Lyria's cheeks turned a shade darker, "It's the placement."

Ethan squeezed her hand (or was it a hand-shaped tentacle?), and leaned in to whisper sweet nothings in her ear. Sara didn't hear much of it, but did overhear him mentioning that they were in this together, both having to get the tattoo made above their special place.

"Take your time," Sara said gently. "We'll only expose the area we're working on."

The reassurance seemed to help. A few minutes all it took before they moved into the tattoo room. The demi pulled down her pants, Sara a little jealous at Lyria's enormous curves. She was the whole package, and then some: those tentacles a tiny distraction.

"How are you feeling?"

"Nervous."

"Scale of one to ten?"

"Six."

"Good. If you had said one, I'd know you were lying."

That earned a laugh. Even Ethan relaxed.

They exchanged a glance. No excitement or embarrassment at what they'd agreed on doing, but quiet confidence. Sara found herself smiling. They seemed like a happy young couple.

"Alright," Sara announced. She wheeled over a small mirror and her stencil supplies. "First, we'll mark where it'll go. Then, you'll get a chance to check and make changes before I do anything permanent." Lyria nodded, and Ethan gave her a kiss on the cheek.

As she began measuring and marking the stencil position, the rest of the room seemed to fade away. The earlier exhaustion from Brakkus's marathon back-piece disappeared. This wasn't a massive masterpiece, just a small queen of hearts.

Lyria was satisfied with her work instantly, and before long the buzz of the tattoo machine filled the room, but something was off. Noticing a small line of liquid gathering on the chair, Sara absentmindedly took a piece of cloth and tried to dry it, regretting it immediately.

"AH!"

A fiery blush spread across Lyria's face, her hands covering her traitorous mouth while Ethan looked away, close to laughing. "Sorry, my wife is a little... sensitive."

"ETHAN!!!"

"What? It's true."

"But, it's embarrassing..."

"Nothing is embarrassing when it comes to you."

Sara couldn't for the life of her focus her eyes away from Ethan's teasing, the human going in to give Lyria a kiss on the lips. And soon enough, the endeavour included both of their eyes closed and lots of hand-holding.

Further down, chaos was unfolding. A waterfall of fluids was coming out of the squid lady, and the scent was intoxicating. Sara knew that her body was going against every professional rule, arousal sweeping her small body. "I... I'll get started."

A tiny nod was all she got in response, but it was enough. Raising the tattoo machine, she placed it in the middle of where the heart would be, in case Lyria flinched at first contact.

"Mmm..."

Rather than flinching, Lyria leaned into the touch, ever so slightly making Sara's job difficult. The bigger opponent however, was her own body, because Sara felt her nipples grow erect, and push against her shirt. In extension, her whole body grew ever more sensitive.

'You got this Sara, can't be more enticing than Minotaur musk...'

"Ethan, you sly dog... Hng!'

"Ohhh dear, by the might of a horsecock, that's hot.' Lifting the machine off of Lyria's body, Sara's eyes directed themselves toward Ethan's highly inappropriate actions. He was given his wife a deep french kiss, hands squeezing her voluptuous tits for all to see.

Taking a deep breath, she folded her long ears backwards, trying as best she could to block out the sound of their moaning. What she couldn't block however, was the sudden squirt of liquids hitting her square in the face. If her clit hadn't been throbbing before, well it sure was now. Holding Lyria's shaking legs apart with her forearms, she added the final little details.

"There... she's done." 'In more ways than one.'

"Mmm, my turn." Ethan sing-songed, his lips separating from Lyria's needy pair, while his hands stopped fondling her tits. "But let's have a look at yours first, shall we?"

"Y-yes... Let's--IEEP!!!"

"Something the matter, ma'am?"

"I-I-I'm so sorry!" Her hands flew up to cover her blush, tentacles frantically searching through her bag before handing the goblin a handkerchief.

"Oh, right... Don't be embarrassed, it happens from time to time." The hell it didn't, Sara! But the embarrassed squid didn't need to know that. "What do you think of the tattoo?"

"It's beautiful, don't you think so, hun?"

"It is... but it'll be even cuter when you've got yours." Making sure not to bump into any of the tattoo artist's equipment, Lyria stood up from the chair, tentacles on autopilot as they cleaned up the mess on the chair while Lyria put her pants back on.

"P-pants off Mister, we don't wanna overstay our welcome."

'She's so cute when she's shy.'

Cleaning what was needed, and taking out fresh equipment where necessary, Sara prepared herself with her back turned while she heard Ethan take off his pants. "Just don't be erect."

"I'm ready whenever you are, ma'am," Ethan spoke.

Turning about, the goblin couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, finding the human's dick flaccid as could be, and shaven clean like his wife. "Same procedure as with your wife, it shouldn't take too long." Moving into position, the buzzing commenced.

"Hmph..."

"Something wrong, Lyria?" Ethan inquired, looking back at his pouting sweetheart.

"Yeah, I'm the only one leaving with an embarrassing story."

Their bickering turned into a whispering match, something their tattoo artist found rather joyful, because it meant she could wholeheartedly focus on her job. At least that was until her eyes spotted the beast below the tattoo starting to move.

Sneaking an eye upwards, the goblin was once again treated with a panorama view of the couple making out. Now it was Lyria's turn to cause trouble, and trouble she caused. Like her husband, she was now french kissing Ethan, her tentacles reaching down to pinch his nipples while others caressed whatever body part they could reach.

By the time Sara was done with the tattoo, a mountain of masculinity was throbbing right next to her head, the thing big enough to split her in half. Detaching the sharp part of her tool, Sara let the disarmed instrument continue buzzing in her hand.

It did the trick, and neither seemed to fully realise that the tattooing part of their visit had ever so unannounced concluded. Unable to resist, a hand drifted downwards and into her pants, the sensation of self-pleasure sending electricity up her spine. 'Fuck, he smells good.'

Putting her tool on a table nearby, Sara hand sneaked its way toward Ethan's pillar. Its veins were so detailed up close, and there were lots of them. Before she knew it, her hand grew hot, the contact feeling like a furnace at first.

Stroking it to the rhythm of her own fingers thrusting in and out of her pussy, Sara began to moan. The couple above joined in, Ethan's hands reaching back to fondle Lyria's tits once more, while her squid girl continued to tease his erect nipples.

"Just one kiss... a small lick." Her voice was but a whisper, her goblin tongue sticking out, hungry to lick his cock. He was clean, yet still had enough musk to make the taste of him unique. Sara stayed like that for a while, circling her tongue around his dickhead, making sure all of his pre was well taken care of by her greedy mouth.

"You can do more, I'm sure he'll love it."

A tentacle placed itself gently on top of her head, green goblin eyes darting upwards to make eye contact with devious looking demi-human. Lyria gave her a wink, the go ahead was too good to say no to. Opening up wide, Sara did her best to take the cockhead into her mouth.

"Hng! So tight!"

'Feels like my jaw is about to pop off.' Sore would be an understatement of how her mouth would feel tomorrow, but that mattered little in this moment. Relaxing her body as best she could, Sara began to sink more and more of Ethan into her.

A third was her limit, and for good reason. He was far too thick to deepthroat, his girth enough to choke an inexperienced human into giving up. Yeah, her goblin throat wasn't gonna see action this time around.

"Here, let me help you out."

Lyria's warm and supportive voice echoed in her big ears, a tentacle taking care of what her small green mouth couldn't. Sara wanted to thank her for that, because it meant she could focus her second hand onto her tits and especially her erect nipples.

The minutes ticked by, Ethan and Sara raising towards a shared orgasm. Her taste buds were on fire, her small body screaming to taste his warm seed. She felt the build up in her stomach, her finger stimulating her clit while feverishly rubbing her lips.

"Oh god, I'm close!" Ethan called out.

"That's it big boy, cum like you mean it!"

Lyria pumped his shaft aggressively, Sara's mouth doing its best to try and stimulate the human as an extension of Lyria's work. And it worked, and soon enough both girls felt his length throb, and through it spurt after thick spurt of white human cum exited.

Sara's cheeks bulged after only two spurts, the goblin doing her best to swallow it as quickly as it arrived. The scent was intoxicating, the taste even more so. Her climax wasn't far behind Ethan's, her moaning egging the humans orgasm, drawing it out.

Caught up in her own euphoric joy, Sara forgot one teeny tiny little thing... to swallow. Her world went white in the blink of an eye, cum spewing out around the cock and all over her face. Unable to keep up, and with cum going down the wrong hole, Sara started to cough.

The stuff went everywhere, the tattoo artist lucky she didn't have more customers for the day as she was fairly certain her shop would smell of sex for a good few hours at the least. But that was for later Sara to care about. For now, she rode out the last of her own climax.

By the time it was done, Sara was a mess to say the least. Cum had gotten everywhere. She'd swallowed a good chunk, but not nearly enough. Sara's hair had white streaks in it, and her work clothes weren't fairing much better, but she was happy.

"Please, don't tell anyone about this."

"Deal."

"Deal."

FIN