Ticca pulled the blankets a little closer and muttered under her breath as she felt the motion of her girlfriend sliding out of bed.

“Oh my gosh, I swear it’s gotten colder since last night!” Lora squeaked through chattering teeth.

The thin and dainty young inkling grabbed a heavy robe from the arm of a chair by the bed and pulled it on, her pointed teeth already starting to chatter. Ticca felt sorry for the petite little thing. While being what the internet lovingly called ‘thicc’ wasn’t always a blessing, at least Ticca could handle the cold a bit better than her skinny girlfriend. With no meat on her bones, Lora was chilled to the core at the first stiff breeze. Meanwhile, Ticca hadn’t even bothered to stop sleeping in the nude. Having a good thick blanket and Lora as a bed warmer was all she needed.

“Promise me we’re going to move if the super doesn’t fix this by the end of the week,” Lora said, slipping into the bathroom.

Shower knobs squeaked and, shortly thereafter, steam started to curl from the bathroom. At least they still had hot water. That was actually something of a shock. In the time that they’d been living here, the heating and air conditioning had broken down at least twice a season. That made for a sweltering apartment in the summer and, as was presently the case, a frigid apartment in the winter.

Ticca murmured a non-response and stole the rest of the blankets, hoping to soak up the lingering warmth Lora left behind. After fifteen minutes, Lora emerged from the shower and practically sprinted to the dresser to get dressed as quickly as possible. When she had a nice cozy sweater on and some good, thick pants, she released a sigh of relief.

The fear of freezing thus chased away, she looked to the bed. Ticca watched with half-lidded eyes as Lora’s expression shifted through a sequence of emotions that began with frustration and ended with concern.

“Did you get out of bed at all yesterday?” she asked.

“Don’t,” Ticca said, an edge on her voice.

“Look, you lost your job. It happens to everyone. I don’t mind covering rent alone for a while, but—”

“Don’t,” Ticca rumbled.

Lora huffed and took a seat on the edge of the bed. “You’ll get a new job. You can’t just mope in bed all day.”

“That’s it,” Ticca said, sliding up in bed. “Get me the box.”

A half smile came to Lora’s face. She stood and fetched a small box from the dresser. After presenting it, she obediently sat with her back to Ticca.

“I don’t need you mothering me,” Ticca said. “Don’t forget who you’re talking to.”

The statement wasn’t cruel or spiteful, but it did have force behind it. Lora nodded. She shivered, though this time it had little to do with the temperature. Ticca pulled a red ribbon from the box. She gathered Lora’s tentacles into her hand, squeezing them with a calculated firmness and giving a light but authoritative tug.

“Mmmh,” Lora whimpered, her cheeks reddening.

Ticca looped the ribbon around the tentacles and tied it into a bow.

“Face me,” Ticca instructed.

Lora turned and squirmed a bit, her eyes locked intensely on Ticca’s, waiting.

“Your hand,” Ticca said.

Lora held out her hand. Ticca selected a bracelet from the box. It was simple, made of silver. The outside had no design, but the inside had a single word. “Mine.” She clasped it onto her wrist. She held her hand firmly, possessively, around the bracelet for a moment or two before finally releasing her.

“Now you may go,” she said.

Her girlfriend stood and took a step. Then turned back. Her gaze was still intense, but now there was something more to it. Something pleading. Something drenched in desire.

Ticca tried to keep the same yearning from her expression.

“Beg,” she said.

“Please,” Lora squeaked.

Ticca nodded once. Before the motion even finished, Lora dove at Ticca. With trembling fingers, Lora tugged the blanket down to reveal Ticca’s plump, smothery breasts. She buried her face in them, nuzzling between them before lovingly cradling a breast and nibble delicately at the puffy pink nipple. Ticca shut her eyes and huffed a breath, reveling in the skilled lips of her lover. When the time seemed right, she lifted the blanket and, ever so gently placed her hand on Lora’s head and gave it a nudge downward.

Lora’s lips curled into a grin around the nipple. With soft pecking kisses she worked her way down into Ticca’s cleavage, then down her soft tummy. She worked her way down. With a playful grin, Ticca pulled the blanket up and slid it over Lora’s head, hiding her beneath it as she slid down and nuzzled her face between Ticca’s thick thighs.

Once again Lora’s skilled tongue and lips went to work. Now the nibbled and suckled at the treasure waiting between Ticca’s legs. Ticca drew in a shaky breath. She subtly spread her legs, inviting Lora deeper. Then, like a trap being sprung, she squeezed her thighs tight around Lora’s head. She squeaked adorably, her face now pressed firmly against Ticca’s sex, but she dutifully continued to suck and slurp like it was her last meal. Lora’s face was pressed so tight into Ticca’s blush flesh that she had to fight to get a breath in her nose ever now and again. Ticca ratcheted things up by softly pressing at the back of Lora’s head now and again, robbing her of even those precious breaths for seconds at a time.

Eventually, though, playtime was over. She relaxed her scissor grip on her lover and let Lora’s tongue push her over the edge. She shuddered and spritzed Lora with a dose of her honey. When she’d ridden her climax into a cozy afterglow, Lora pulled herself from beneath the blanket. Red-cheeked, disheveled, and glazed Ticca’s passion, her huffed a breath.

“Dismissed,” Ticca said.

Lora hurried to the bathroom, tugging at her pants and squirming with the unsatisfied arousal that had built up. If she was going to go to work and not get strange looks, she was going to at least freshen up.

Ticca grinned to herself as she snuggled back down and nestled beneath the blankets. With Lora worked up like that on the way out the door, they were sure to have another session when she got home. That’s when she’d give the eager bottom the attention she absolutely deserved. An orgasm was like a fancy cheese. Sometimes it was nice to have something fresh and runny, but a little bit of time to ripen always improved things.

“Ticca,” Lora called from the bathroom.

“Mmm,” she murmured.

“Do you remember… what we used to do in the summer sometimes?”

“Mmm,” Ticca repeated.

It was… something special. Something rare. Something Ticca would never dream of sharing with anyone with Lora. And until Lora, she never would have dreamed of sharing it with anyone. Like all inklings, Ticca could take on a squid form. Unlike most inklings, rather than a proper-sized squid, she turned into something that was barely a handful. It was a terribly vulnerable thing to be. But she trusted Lora. And sometimes, after playing the dominant role for ages, it was nice to put yourself in someone else’s power. She’d been a toy for Lora now and again, but always on her terms.

“Since you’re just going to be snuggled up here, trying to stay warm while I’m at work. Maybe,” she cleared her throat. “Maybe you could come with me.”

Ticca gave a disapproving look. “What exactly are you suggesting?”

Lora emerged from the bathroom, drying her face after washing it.

“I thought maybe. You, uh… It could be…” She tugged at her pants again.

Ticca rolled aside, turning her back to Lora. The bed shifted as Lora sat beside her and placed a hand on Ticca.

“You’re feeling small. You’re feeling powerless. I know what that’s like. Maybe it’s a good time to… just take a break.”

“You are wearing the bracelet,” Ticca said without looking. “You belong to me.”

“I do,” she said, her voice soft, as though she cherished the thought of it. “But part of that is doing what I know you need. Just… let me have you for the day. I promise it’ll help.”

Ticca shut her eyes. After a short battle with her willpower and stubbornness, she made her decision.

~~~

The hand that was resting on her girlfriend quickly dropped to the bed. The blanket billowed and slowly settled down. Like a child on Christmas morning, she hurriedly pulled back the blankets until she found of Ticca’s squid form gazing up at her. She scooped the adorable little squidlet into one hand and cooed softly at how cute her friend was like this. She raised Ticca to her face and gave her a tender kiss.

“I’ll take good care of you,” she said softly.

The slowly tugged the front of her pants and panties. She tipped her hand and let Ticca’s tiny form slid down and plop down to the silky fabric of her panties. The squid slipped down and squished against the petals of her sex. She let the waist of her pants snap tight, sealing Ticca inside. She shut her eyes and focused on the warm soft form nestled against her. She gasped lightly as she felt Ticca snuggle up against her.

It was going to be a lovely day.