Leon City side Stories (Kinktober 2026)

Ava was lying on a lounge chair, soaking up the sun while her friends gossiped or swam in the pool. After all the drama of the past few weeks and the sweltering heat, cooling off a bit hadn’t been a bad idea, so the ladies were enjoying refreshing drinks and good music. Ava was even able to relax a bit, even though her partner, Greed, was lying on the nightstand upstairs, resting. With Ifry, Phae, and Caitlyn around, nothing was likely to happen to them.

“Damn,” Ava muttered, peering through her sunglasses and scanning the area. No one else was in sight. She didn’t know if her uneasiness stemmed from Greed’s absence or if she was being plagued by paranoia from the events of the past few weeks.

“Probably both,” she sighed and leaned back again.

“A… Ava?” asked Phaelyn’s nervous voice, and Ava lifted her sunglasses again so as not to be rude. The angel was very nervous anyway, since she rarely ventured outside her home.

“Yes, Phaelyn?”

“I… I wanted to ask if Greed would like to go swimming with us,” she said, almost in a whisper, and Ava furrowed her brow.

“You mean I put him on, he turns into a swimsuit, and then I go swimming with him?”

Phaelyn nodded eagerly.

“Well… sometimes, unfortunately, he needs to sleep a little, Phae. Besides, I don’t want him to get a taste of the chlorinated water. Summer thinks it might make him sick, and we don’t want that, do we?”

Phaelyn frowned and nodded seriously. But Ava could see in her eyes that she was sad she couldn’t play with Greed.

“And where is he now?”

“Up in my room. Like I said, he’s resting,” Ava said, smiling gently. Phaelyn seemed satisfied with this explanation, nodded again, and ran back to the pool, where she did a massive cannonball and splashed Ifry, Caitlyn, Chloe, and Summer.

An hour later, Phaelyn’s thoughts had returned to Greed. She was fascinated by the living uniform. His tentacles were just too funny—and extremely practical. For all sorts of things.

It can’t hurt to say hello, right? she asked herself as she got out of the pool. A quick glance at Ava told her that she’d dozed off, and the others were far too busy with other things as well. Only Ifry looked up with a raised eyebrow as her friend climbed out of the pool. Phae, however, made a drinking gesture with her hand, and Ifry turned back to the others.

The angel tentatively knocked on the door to Ava’s room.

“Hellooo? Mister Greed? Sorry to bother you, but I just wanted to say hi and…,” Phaelyn fell silent when she realized that Greed wasn’t exactly known for talking or listening. She opened the door and hesitantly stepped into Ava’s room. On a rug stood a large, round bed, and above it, a beautifully ornate sculpture of a butterfly was mounted on the wall. Next to the bed was Ava’s nightstand, and on top of it lay Greed, transformed into a necklace. Phae grinned widely and sat down next to him on the bed.

“Hey, Greed,” Phae said again, waving at the metal ring on the nightstand—which, however, didn’t move. The angel sensed that he, too, had been dozing like Ava and hadn’t even realized that Phae—and not his partner—was sitting next to him.

“You know, I keep wondering what it must feel like to wear you. Ava has described it, but it must feel even better than she says,” Phae chattered, lying on her side on the bed so as not to lose sight of Greed.

“She doesn’t want anyone else to put you on after what happened between you and Summer… but…,” Phae said, lost in her thoughts. She could just put him on for a moment, couldn’t she? Just a minute to see… to feel what it would be like. The angel licked her lips. She raised her hand and stroked Greed. The metal he had turned into was warm; she could feel his heartbeat. His feelings, his love for Ava, and his confusion as the angel touched him.

“Well? Finally awake?” she asked, giggling as a small tentacle detached itself from the collar and wrapped around her finger. She shook it like a little hand.

“Do you think you could… you know…,” she asked, biting her lower lip excitedly. Greed seemed to hesitate, and Phae, too, glanced absently toward the door. No one was there. She looked back again.

“Just… just a minute,” she whispered. That seemed to convince Greed, and he grew up her hand, leaving behind the shape of a collar. He settled on her skin and slithered up her arm, over her shoulder, and under her light blue swimsuit.

“Oh, wow,” Phae mumbled, watching him at work. Even though it looked like latex as it spread out, it felt different. Like a warm blanket wrapping itself around her. A hug that was firm yet gentle. Just the way she liked it. It spread down to her legs and eventually transformed into a sort of catsuit-style swimsuit. She stroked it, and it stroked her back in thanks.

“Wow… So that’s what you feel like? As a fullbody swimsuit, at least… can you transform into something else?”

Immediately, he changed his shape and became a black cocktail dress. Phae’s eyes widened as she saw herself in Ava’s large mirror.

“That’s what you call elegant, right?” she asked, hoping his squeeze was a confirmation.

“And do you have anything, um… more kinky?”

She squeezed him again, but he didn’t transform; instead, he withdrew from her body.

“Hey, what are you doing?” she asked, secretly cursing that he knew what a minute was.

“Come on, Greed, I want to see what you can do! What you do with Ava,” she whined, feeling him slow down, “pleeease.”

“Has anyone seen Phaelyn? I thought she just wanted to get a drink, but she’s been gone for an hour already…,” said Ifry worriedly, wondering about her usually clingy girlfriend.

“I’ll go check on her. I need to stretch my legs anyway,” said Ava, getting up from her lounger. The trip to the kitchen was short and fruitless; she didn’t even see a glass sitting in the sink.

“Phae?” Ava called out, but got no answer. “Did she get lost?”

Then Ava heard it. A soft tapping from above.

“Oh, don’t tell me…,” Ava muttered as she climbed the stairs to her room. The tapping grew louder and louder until it turned into a really loud slapping sound, and she flung the door open. Phaelyn was kneeling on her carpet. Her entire body was wrapped in Greed’s tentacles and pinned to the bed. Tentacles were sprouting from her back and raining down on her buttocks in a barrage of blows. She squealed with every strike against the gag Greed had put on her. Ava didn’t know if it was out of pleasure, pain, or a mixture of both.

“Greed!” she hissed, and he stopped. Phae looked in her direction, and she could see a blindfold that was blocking her vision.

“Hm!?” she asked, flinching guiltily.

“Didn’t I tell both of you that I don’t want this?” Ava asked, more annoyed than anything else, and walked toward the two of them. But before she could pull Greed away from Phae, a tentacle grabbed one of her pillows and smacked it against Ava’s head. She was so surprised by the attack that she didn’t realize a tentacle was wrapping itself around her waist and, in the next moment, pulling her down to the floor next to Phae—ready to spank both of their bottoms. Why? Because he could. After all, Phae had to be punished for her GREED, and Ava? She had to learn to share.