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This is it...
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You thought to yourself as you flew towards the ink rail, your tentacles hot with anticipation as you prepared to toss the Golden Egg attached to you back.
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I'll show them... once I make this shot they'll see that I'm the greatest Salmon Runner in all of Splatsville...
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You leap out of the ink rail, soaring over a group of Smallfry swarming the floor, grabbing the Golden Egg on your back and tossing it as hard as you can toward the egg basket.
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You fall into the jaws of an eagerly-waiting Maws, the bite splatting you instantly, your last thought being: Whatever happens, just let this work...
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The timer freezes, as your life preserver appears at the base of the ink rail, and it feels like even the Salmonids are waiting with baited breath to see if your gambit pays off...
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The egg lands not even two feet from the basket, as you hear the oh-so familiar sounds of the fail music, as the Salmonids celebrate yet another victory against you and your team...
A few hours later you and your team are sitting in the Grizzco lobby, two of your coworkers in particular having a heated argument about who's to blame for the massive loss streak you've gone through.
One of them suddenly stands up, her yellow hair still slightly stained with Salmonid ooze, pointing a finger at the shortest Octoling, shouts at him "I saw Roy use his Tri-Strike and hit nothing but a couple lonely Chum, if you had've saved it for wave three those Drizzler wouldn't have inked half the map!"
Roy appears to be visibly hurt by her words, and brandishes his Decavitator menacingly,
"It ain't my fault that I got loaned my least favourite weapon, I had to use that special to save my skin. Explain how you missed three Flyfish with your Killer Wail! It aims itself for you!"
The tallest Inkling sitting between them remarks,
"I did notice that there was an abundance of those things last shift... explains why."
Without even looking up from the Salmonid Field Guide he is defacing with a crude sketch of a Steel Eel.
Cassi's face reddens slightly, "Don't you start with me, Dredge! I saved your ass from like three different Scrappers, so the Flyfish should be the least of your worries."
Dredge's sly smile falters as he mutters something about Scrappers and their "stupid cars", but says nothing in response.
Roy and Cassi continue trying to prove that they're the most important member of the team, as Dredge makes the occasional smarmy comment about their skill, but you're not really listening...
All that's running through your head is a constant loop of that last throw...
If I had've been a little faster...
If I had've throwen farther...
If I hadn't been splatted so many times...
Your self-deprecating thoughts are so distracting you don't even notice that the argument of the others has diminished to a quiet whisper, as they occasionally glance at you.
After a while Dredge stands up, walking towards the Grizzco statue to get set up for another work shift.
You blink a couple times as if coming out of a daze, "What's going on? I thought you guys said we were done for the day." You ask, slightly confused.
Roy and Cassi glance at each other, before Roy smiles and reaches a hand out to help you up from the bench.
"Come on, one last shift... we have a good feeling about this one." He says in a suspiciously warm tone.
You look at the two of them, but you seemingly have no reason not to trust them, so you take Roy's hand and stand up, ready for the final shift of the day.
It didn't go to well.
You barely scraped by wave 1, Roy and Cassi had all used both of their specials by the end of wave 2, and Dredge blew both of his in the first twenty-five seconds of wave 3.
Laying face down in a puddle of slimy Salmonid goo you start wondering if there even is a point to all of this...
Is this Salmonid business really worth all the infighting?
You were prepared to lay there and wallow in your failure before you remember that the Grizzco chopper should be here any minute now, so you slowly pull yourself off the ground, looking around for any sign of your teammates.
"Uh, guys?" You call, to no response. "Where'd you all go..?"
Suddenly you spot a small, crumpled up piece of paper on the ground, which you pick up and unfold, which has only a single line written in Cassi's messy handwriting.
You cost us our promotion.
You flip over the paper, and there's a small doodle of a Smallfry laughing at you.
"How... nice..." You feel tears welling up in your eyes, as you tear the paper in half and drop it on the ground. "How could they do this to me... I thought we were friends."
You pace back and forth for a few minutes, trying to think of anyway you can get back to Splatsville, but as you scan Bonerattle's massive walls you don't see a single Salmonid, and there doesn't appear to be a single Grizzco helicopter in the sky either.
You eventually sit on the shore, idly watching the murky water, "How the hell am I supposed to get off this place..." You wonder aloud, the humid air and the sound of the waves breaking filling you with a surprising amount of relaxation considering the situation you're in.
"Perhaps... I'll wait until the next shift arrives... Yeah... that should... work..." You say with a yawn, laying your head on the sand, the exhaustion from you hard day of work overtaking you.
You slowly drift off, the last thing you remember is the sharp glare of the sun as you closed your eyes...
You suddenly feel a dark shadow looming over you, your eyes fluttering open in an attempt to adjust to the sudden lack of light, as you stare up at a massive Salmonid towering over you.
He let's out a low growl, and in a deep voice snarls "What do we have here~?" As he leans his massive snout close to you.
At a complete loss for words, you scramble away from him, until your back is against a hard stone wall.
The large salmon slowly approaches you, the thick armour covering his body indicating that he's a Steelhead, before he starts examing you with a slightly sadistic smile. "You're quite small for an Inkling, hm?" He says with a dark chuckle, reaching out his fin and gripping your chin tightly, forcing you to look directly into his dark eyes.
"Uh... um... no?" You manage to stammer out, your voice struggling to work from a mixture of the Steelhead's terrifying stature and the way he's gripping your chin. "I've been... told I'm quite tall..."
He smiles, moving his face even closer to you, as he sniffs you. "How'd an Inkling make it all the way out here? You get left behind by your coworkers~?"
You notice how... distractingly intelligent the Steelhead's eyes are, and you can't help blushing at his deep, almost flirtatious sounding voice. Attempting to think of anything that will get you away from him, you quickly say "n-no actually! They should be back any minute now!"
The Steelhead seems entirely unconvinced, squeezing your chin slightly tighter. "Don't even try to lie, I can smell how terrified you are... you wanna know what that means~?"
"W-what..?" You ask before even considering if you actually want to know the answer.
The Steelhead leans closer to you, his hot breath brushing against the side of your face, whispering in your ear: "it means I get you all to myself~..." while his other fin lightly creeps up the side of your torso.
"Y-you what??" You exclaim, squirming under his surprisingly gentle touch. "Let's just slow things down a little, p-please!"
The Steelhead seems to be... aroused by your awkwardness, possesively squeezing your waist. "Don't lie, you know you want it~" his face gets so close to yours that they're practically touching.
"I w-want nothing to do with this!" You say with a surprising amount of defiance. "Let me go!"
Nothing you say seems to sway the Steelhead, he keeps you tightly held in its grasp, as he whispers in your ear again. "Let me put it this way, little inkfish... either you can let me have some well deserved fun with you... or I leave you here, with no way of getting help, just so another salmonid can find you and tear you to shreds~." He stares at you while lightly fiddling with the straps on your work uniform, waiting for you to decide.
After a few seconds of thought, you reluctantly give in. "Fine..." you say quietly.
Almost immediately the Steelhead's eyes light up, as he lets oit a deep growl of pleasure. "Good, I'm going to enjoy this~!" He pins your arms above your head, leaning closer to you while stopping to take in your scent.
All you can manage to stutter out is a meek "P-please be gentle" before the Steelhead presses you hard against the wall, his long tongue hanging out of his mouth, dripping with saliva. Before you can even react, his tongue trails up your slightly exposed chest, feeling its way underneath your tight-fitting suit as much as it can.
You let out a small involuntary moan, which immediately sends the Steelhead into a frenzy, his breath racing as he tastes every inch of bare skin you have.
It lets go of your arms, and grabs your protective headwear, dropping it to the side, taking a brief second to admire you. "Well aren't you a cutie~?" You blush at his surprisingly warm tone. "But I need to taste more of you, so could you please help me remove your gear~?"
You reach for the clips on the side of your suit, faltering as you're about to loosen your suit, but the Steelhead lays a hand on the side of your head. "Remember what we agreed on~?"
You awkwardly nod, unclipping the straps around your suit, feeling it loosen as the he pulls it lower down, revealing your entire stomach and part of your waist.
One of his fins covers your mouth, muffling your flustered noises, as the Steelhead's tongue continues slithering across your skin, making its way down lower than before, tantalizingly close to your crotch.
Barely able to think straight, the only sound you could muster was a pathetic "mmmmrphf~". The Steelhead pulls away from you, still savouring your flavour, grinning at you.
"Cod, you taste so delicious... I could almost eat you right here, you seem like the type of freak who would enjoy that~" His jaw moves closer to your face, although this time you can sense the Salmonid's hunger.
Still a bit dazed, you're barely hearing his words, a small part of you whispering to you that it wouldn't be so bad to get eaten by this incredibly hot Steelhead...
Suddenly you snap out of it, staring directly into his gaping maw making you realise that this would not be as pleasurable for you as it would be for it. Panicked, your arm grabs the side of his head, attempting to stop it. "D-don't eat me!" You whimper in a voice so pathetic that it probably makes you more seem even moredelectable to the Steelhead.
He pauses, closing his mouth and looking at you. Seeing you shaking with your eyes clenched shut makes him falter, chuckling at your fear. "You really did think I was gonna eat you, huh?" He says as he lightly strokes one of your tentacles. With your heart racing, all you can muster is a subdued "M-maybe..."
He laughs loudly, as he suddenly slams you down flat on the sandy ground. "If I ate you now, I'd miss out on all the fun I'm planning on having with you, babe~". One of his fins grips your side, as the other one pulls off the rest of your work suit, revealing your entire body.
The Steelhead's fin lightly teases your hard member, causing you to squirm slightly. Seeing this, he chuckled, saying in a low voice "If you're this sensitive, I don't know if you're gonna survive all of me~"
Before you could respond, he takes your entire dick into his mouth, which is tiny compared to his massive height. As his tongue wraps around it, you can't help but let a few more desperate moans escape your mouth, each one causing Steelhead to increase his speed. You can barely think with how heavenly his tongue feels, but you can feel yourself about to cum. Sensing this, Steelhead grips your sides tighter, his tongue swirling around your dick as if he was trying to siphon out your delicious semen.
Finally, after feeling so much pleasure it's almost agonizing, you feel yourself release your hot seed into his mouth, as he hungrily slurps it up. "Tastes better than I could have imagine, you should try some of it~!" He says, pulling himself closer to you. You stammer out a weak "w-huh??" Before he presses his mouth against yours, forcefully spitting your own semen into your mouth. He pulls away from you, a smug smile on his face as he watches you cough and splutter at the gross taste of your own seed.
"W-what the shell did you do that for..?" You say surprisingly loud. The Steelhead laughs, clearly taking pleasure out of your shocked reaction. "You didn't like it?" He growls sadistically, and before you answer he sticks his tongue in your mouth and plunges it down your throat, forcing your head back. The only sound you can make is an aroused "mmmmphf~!!", which does nothing but fuel his energetic assault on your mouth.
The depth to which his tongue is reaching coupled with the excessive amount of saliva he's producing in your mouth makes it almost impossible not to choke, but being forced to deepthroat is lengthy tongue feels so amazing you almost don't even care. Every movement of his tongue, the bitter taste of his saliva, and the intoxicating smell of his sweat overpowers you, as you lend him full control of your body.
Finally, after he's seemingly had his fill again, he retracts his tongue and pulls away from you slightly, while still being close enough to you that you can smell his breath. He growls quietly "You've been enjoying this, haven't you~?" as he strokes your tentacle, his left fin lightly teasing your soft member again. You flinch at his touch, barely able to mutter "Y-yes..." as you hold back a moan, not wanting to look too desperate.
As he looks down at you laying limp underneath him, the Steelhead can't hold back, and grabs your face, forcefully pulling it up. "Wh-" barely leaves your lips before he unclips his suit, which drops off his body and reveals his massive erection, which is aimed directly for your mouth. He lightly pulls your face closer to it, growling menacingly. You attempt to pull away from him while weakly saying "S-steelhead, wait...", but he doesn't even humour you, leaning down with a strange expression, that you can't tell if it's anger or lust. "When I want you to pleasure me babe, you do it, alright? Or will I have to force you to do it?" As he says that last part, he pushes his massive cock closer towards your mouth, a small drop of precum attaching to your lips.
You look up at him, a dark expression still on his face, and you open you mouth, inviting him inside. He happily obliges, aggressively thrusting himself into your mouth, the salty flavour of his dick leaving a strong aftertaste in your mouth. Each thrust feels like it goes deeper and deeper down your throat, causing you to gag, although this only seems to incentivize him to continue, gruff noises escaping his mouth as he seems to lose himself.
"Your throat is... so damn good~!" He growls, gripping your face tighter, each thrust becoming more animalistic than the last. Your hands claw at his stomach in an attempt to make him slow his thrusts, but this seems to only makd him wilder. "Ooh, you like it wild, babe? I'll show you wild~" Without warning he slams you against a nearby wall, causing you to almost black out for a second, as he forces more of his weight on top of you, until his entire body is powerfully thrusting downwards into your mouth.
He pounds your throat relentlessly for what feels like hours, but eventually you start to feel pressure building up in the shaft of his dick, as his breath gets shakier. With one last powerful thrust he cums down your throat, pumping you full of his hot seed. His warm fluid is toi much to swallow, and you feel it leaking out of your mouth and dripping down your body. After a couple seconds he pulls his member out of your mouth, and sits next to you, as you flop over onto the ground, your mind blank from how overwhelming that was. His hand rests on your face, which is surprisingly gentle considering how aggressive he was just a few minutes ago. He licks the side of your face and whispers in your ear "You're so cute, I have half a mind to just keep you full time." He sounds surprisingly genuine, and as you slowly drift to sleep you start to wonder if maybe staying with him might be nice...