After months in the jungle, you capture the New World's most elusive creature: the rare pygmy roper. You lift the jar to the sun and watch the tiny tentacles squirm in the light. "Pygmy" is fitting: it's like a starfish with too many arms, all covered in soft bristles, with a divot in the middle that could maybe tease a girl's clit from its hood. Once in your tent, you lick your lips and slip the pygmy roper into your panties--but it's slow-moving and cold. Well, anything for science, right?

With a ship full of captive beasts, you sail back to Britain and take up tenure studying the woodland fae. The glow between the trees gives ample warning of the havok they play on peasants. You manage to net one easily. The angry little fairy calls you a "filthy ape" before threatening to sic Queen Titania on you. That's when you get an idea.

Her face turns bright red as you pinch the collar of her dress.

"Y-You can't be serious! S-Stop this instant, you slattern!"

The pygmy roper perks up when you open its jar, its arms reaching out towards the captured fairy, shivering as if famished. You think nothing of dropping the insolent fairy in with the roper and trapping her beneath the perforated lid.

"Y-You bitch..." the fairy growls, even as the roper's aphrodisiac vapors build up within the jar. "I'll never give in to this filthy creature!"

Her tiny white arms ping against the glass, but it's no use. You watch the roper slowly savor her, first running its bristled tentacles over her body, coating her in lubricating slime. Her dress clings to her boyish hips and tiny breasts, nipples painfully erect against her will.

"Nnnngh!" she cries sweetly as a brush-like tentacle rushes between her thighs, with bristles that seemed like sandpaper to you but are perfectly sized to tease out the fairy's pleasure bud. The unwilling fairy tries to close her legs, but that only draws the tentacle closer against her pussy,