Boy Meets Gill(s) -- Deleted Scenes
For those of you who read 'Boy Meets Gill(s)', here are some deleted scenes from that story!
Welcome to the special features for this Enhanced version of the Amethystine Criterion Collection!
Bonus Features:
Sketches of Black-tip Slyth: -Concept art- ( http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2347449/ )
<| PLAY NOW |> Roughish versions of cut scenes: -Two "Too Hot/Weird For Theatres" scenes!- <| PLAY NOW |>
Feature Commentary: -Audio commentary from director Amethystine and principal actors Slyth and AcePrion-
DELETED SCENES:
Dolphin Dilemma: (Warning: This scene is rated V for Vore! Audience discretion is advised!)
*Originally intended to come after the Eel/SeaSnake encounter, this section was removed from the script before it was actually fleshed out on set. This is a special edition rough approximation reconstruction of what the scene may have been like!*
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((Also, for those not in the know, a male shark's sexual equipment are called 'claspers'. Yes, they have two, deal with it!))
Yawning, the yellow one yapped, "Y'know, you're yummy! You young yo-yos like yourself usually yank our chains.. but somehow, I believe you."
The comment may have been nice, but it snapped the shark out of his deliriously delicious daydream. He was surprised he had been able to stay with the slippery spouses as he drifted and dozed. He didn't realize that's how sharks actually slept: on the move.
Suddenly, a high-pitched squeal attacked Slyth's body, head, and mind, all at once. He twitched and managed to lose his 'footing', even though he was only cruising along. Both serpentine guides jerked and twisted around to look at one another. Their expressions were plain to read: Terror.
Slyth became nervous and then even moreso as they both turned right around and streaked past him, calling hasty goodbyes. The dazed shark rubbed his head and tried to call after them to wait up, but it was too late, they were both already disappearing into too-tight nooks in the rocky seafloor below. He shook his head and looked around. What could have scared them off so quickly and fiercely?
Then, something touched his dorsal fin.. something was biting it! A multitude of tiny teeth was chewing on his very flesh! "ACK!" He shouted and whipped his tail to spin himself around, ripping his attacker away from his back, instinctively ready to let his fin be ripped off to survive, if need be. Luckily, he felt the beast release him before he swept around.
He looked straight forward and almost missed seeing the small gray shape hovering there in the water, slightly below his eye-line. It was... surprising, to say the least! A smaller creature, it was shiny and perfectly silver in colour. It was a little like a shark, but with a lot less cool add-ons. It only had one dorsal fin and its snout was oddly nose-like. Like a bottle, or something. Lastly, its tail fins were.. not really like fins at all, more like the seal's flippers, but not quite like them either. Arranged in a flat horizontal way.
"What are--" the stunned shark began, dorsal fin still smarting a bit, head still hurting from the sonic attack.
"HIIIIIIIIIIII!!!! I'm DEEEEEEE. I'mma dolphin!!" squealed the squeaky voice inside Slyth's head. The anthro dolphin re-defined bouncy.. and bubbly, as some little pockets of air escaped an odd hole in her head. Noticing it for the first time, Slyth felt like that oddity of anatomy might almost explain the creature's unbalanced nature.
Slyth coughed down a laugh. "Oh. Oh, I see. So.. you're just.. 'D'.. for dolphin?" he almost snickered. Almost. Maybe he would have if this little girl hadn't scared the chum out of him and started gnawing on his back. As cute as she was at her rather miniature size and with her teeny little girlish upper body and almost over-developed chest (for her otherwise under-developed self), he knew it would get old really fast. She was an adult, though. Just a runt.
"Hehehehehe, yeah! What's yoooourrr name, Meester sharkman? I haven't seen you around before, are you new to these waters, huh? I am too, actually! I just got here from the Caribbean and I really really like it, all the people are really nice.." she paused in her hyper stream of consciousness that she was beaming directly into Slyth's head, nearly making it hurt.. after lifting her two-fingered, mitten-like fin-hand to her mouth to take on an stereotypical thinking pose, mulling over something in her one-holed-head. "Actually, everyone is really nice, BUT!.. I can't remember meeting any of them more than once, then I haven't seen them again after that! Teehee, oh well, it's a big ocean, right? I guess that's, like, totally possible!"
Nodding, Slyth forced a smile, saying: "Uhhh huh" as he deduced the scenario. Once anyone who had heard that high-pitched squeal once before would certainly know to book it after a repeat performance. He idly wondered if her smaller mass and shorter length actually helped to heighten her frequency.. because that's the only way you could measure her.. in hertz!
"So what's up meester shark?! I was just looking around for more sharks and I'm so glad I found one who wasn't on his way somewhere important or anything. You're just hanging out, right? I was looking for a shark because I think.." she finally stopped, dead in her mental train of thought's tracks. Apparently something had finally given her pause. Slyth crossed his arms and waited, not bothering to ask, as he knew she would say what was on her mind without his impetus.
"Well, I think.. sharks are super hot! I mean, you guys, with all your fins, you're so ccoooooll! The way you just sort of cruise around, not getting too upset about anything, it's really neato! ---" It went on like that. It was clear to the shark that he was being slowly targeted by the perky girl's over-active imagination, beginning to compliment him instead of all sharks in general. He subtly rolled his eyes, looking around while the dolphin continued, practically doing tricks there in the water in front of him, she was so bouncy. It looked like he was totally alone with her. It figured. Nothing to distract her with.
Tuning back in to her, Slyth found that Dee was beginning to get a bit crazed: "..and I would totally do anything for you, Meester shark! You're sssooooo hooot! Can I touch your fin again? Oh, sorry I bit you like that, it's just a dolphin custom thing, but anyway, yeah! Can I touch you, hug you? I wanna just.. feel your rough skin, like I was saying, I think that's so cool. Not like us dolphins' rubbery skin junk.."
Finally cutting her off, the shark spoke up: "Oh, um.. sorry, I actually.. need to.. be going to get.." he stammered, trying to think of something. Argh, he couldn't think on the empty stomach he had had all day! Then inspiration struck.. "--get something to eat!"
"Ooh, can I come? I'm hungry too! I could eat a whole tuna! And I mean, like, the big kind, you know? Hehehe, not the small kind, I could eat a lot of those!"
Slyth groaned, inwardly.. at the mention of food, he remembered how hungry he really was. His snake metabolism could have gone for days without a meal, but apparently sharks had to actually eat something every few hours. Go figure. He curled up a bit, his tail inadvertently coming up and bumping into the bottom of Dee's flukes as he held his barren belly. She seemed to take it as an invitation, swooping down swiftly and shooting up into his half curled arms against his belly.
"YAAAAAAYYYYEEEEEEEE!" She practically screamed, her whistling squeaking tone soaring higher than Slyth thought possible, jumping into a barely audible range, where dogfish were disturbed and seaglass cracked. He moaned and shook his head, clamping his arms down around her smooth body.
The dolphin squirmed in an over-excited fashion against him and slapped her tail happily up and down, pressing herself up more firmly against his hollow stomach, her arms stroking his sides. Her soft flopping tail was squishing down against his claspers, stirring up his long suppressed sexuality.. the increased blood flow and the perception of a bodily threat (her unwanted closeness and her horrible high pitched whale-wail) gradually pushed Slyth's deeper more animalistic nature into the flight or fight mode.. and, of course, his inner beast knew he could take the little one, no problem.
It didn't help that she was visually demonstrating to him just how well her volume compared to the size and shape of his own spacious and EMPTY inner cavity. He rumbled and his stomach growled.. "You'd do.. _anything_ for meee, Deeee?" He asked, grinning toothily, showing off all three rows of sharp, serrated teeth.
Without looking, she just nodded, nuzzling her bottlenose into his chest.
"Then why don't you FEEEEED MEEEEEEE!!" he roared, snatching her from his front, one hand snaring her around the thinnest part of her tail, his hand fitting around it easily, the other hand slapping onto her snout to shut her up and restrain her from both ends. He was beyond words, at that point, too far gone to care what he was doing, his hindmind taking over.. flexing jaw muscles he didn't even know he had, his snout opened extraordinarily wide, to which the squirming, squealing, clicking Dee put out her hands, futilely.
Slyth's body took over as his tail flapped and his neck and snout jerked forward in a violent lunge, taking the entirety of the girl's arms into his maw, along with her head. She shuddered as she felt his tongue on the underside of her long pointed muzzle, cushioning her. He had pulled his arm free of his mouth, releasing her nose, shoving her in head first to muffle her multitude of noises. But she could still use telepathy, unfortunately. "Eeee! What're you doing meester shark?! Noooo!" Although Slyth tuned it out, most of what she said through her head was just random frightened yells anyway.
As he continued, the shark endeavoured to swallow her whole, multitude of shark chompers only being used to grip the thick porpoise skin, not actually ever puncturing it. Perhaps that was a hold over from his snake instincts, more about swallowing, less about gnashing and thrashing teeth.
Yanking her into his throat, he made a few more jerking advances up her body, but was slowed slightly by her dorsal fin, needing to bend it down. As he pressed the fin down, he shifted his other hand on her chest, squeezing her small form tightly into his mouth, which he noticed made her yelling become quelled slightly and her body shiver. He stopped for a moment as her dorsal fin scraped by his teeth. Her cries returned until he put his other hand on her breasts and began to fondle the sleek skin.. making her moan. Apparently his meal was quite sensitive! He grinned around his mini marine meal like a true sexual predator.
Slyth began to grope and pleasure her doomed form, and she began to squirm and buck in a different way than before.. still crying out for the shark to stop, but, again, in a different manner than before. He gently slipped her upper body into his mouth, beginning to swallow more smoothly, her sleek head entering his easily stretched throat. His thick neck had no problem bulging out with the beginning of his snack.
Dee let out a long, loud groan as her tender bosom was raked by scads of shark-teeth, dancing around the line of pleasure and pain as the sharp tips titillated her tits without ever doing more than slightly scratching her supple skin.. the porpoise pleaded with the shark to stop.. and to keep going whenever he paused. It seemed she really did like sharks, no matter what. Her opinion of the beasts only heightened as she was lowered farther and Slyth's tongue had a turn with the perky, plump domes.. her tail flapping hard, almost shoving herself in farther.
Grabbing her out-of-control tail as he began to be flipped over, swallowing the dolphin a bit deeper to better suck on her divine waistline, one of Slyth's thumbs curled around her diminutive lower half and slipped into a thin slit. The discovery made Dee freeze in place, allowing the shark one unhindered gulping at her before she exploded in ecstatic undulations, shoving her tail at his thumbs.
As her chest entered his throat, Slyth began to think Dee was really really in need of sex, more than he still was! He held both hands around her tail and ran his thumbs up over her slit as he lightly pushed her in, her random thoughts to him becoming ones of thankfulness and devotion to him, fully prepared to give herself to his needs, no matter what they were, no matter what it meant. She was a simple girl like that, he thought to himself, smirking.
Beginning to finger her slit more and more, his felt his finny digits getting slimy in the undersea environment, coated with her thicker-than-water juices as the source of them neared his lips. Pulling his hands from her sex completely, leaving her on the edge of her orgasm.. he whipped his hands around to press down on her flukes, forcing more of her into his mouth, her head beginning to bottom out in his belly. Then he plunged his fat tongue into her netherlips to taste the creamy centre of his ditzy dolphin dinner, 'Mmmm'ing as his mouth was filled with her luscious liquids, capping off the meal with a tasty treat as the rest of her streamlined form was tugged down into his gullet by the continuously flexing muscles lining his esophagus.
Contently tucking Dee away within himself, Slyth rubbed his belly. It was a bit bloated, but still had a nice sleek, streamlined sharky shape, in lined with the rest of him. He sighed, finally calming down.. and thought about what he had just done. Dee's thoughts to him had stopped a moment before, and he wasn't sure if she was asleep, or what. He would have felt odd if not for being somewhat used to swallowing something whole, as an anaconda. He shrugged it off, maybe that's just how things were, under the waves..
He flicked his tailfin and took off again, into the direction he had been headed with the eel and sea-snake before his little pit stop.
*Concept was removed to increase flow of story, Vore content was seen as out of character with rest of narrative.*
Tentacle Tango: (Warning: This scene is rated T for Tentacles! Audience discretion is advised!)
*Originally intended to occur immediately after the aforementioned Dolphin encounter, this section was removed from the script before it was actually fleshed out on set. This is a special edition rough approximation reconstruction of what the scene may have been like!*
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((Also, for those not in the know, a male shark's sexual equipment are called 'claspers'. Yes, they have two, deal with it!))
Contently tucking Dee away within himself, Slyth rubbed his belly. It was a bit bloated, but still had a nice sleek, streamlined sharky shape, in line with the rest of him. He sighed, finally calming down.. and thought about what he had just done. Dee's thoughts to him had stopped a moment before, and he wasn't sure if she was asleep, or what. He would have felt odd if not for being somewhat used to swallowing something whole, as an anaconda. He shrugged it off, maybe that's just how things were, under the waves..
He shivered slightly at the after-taste of the girl's pheromone-laden liquids filling his mouth and trickling up to tickle his sensitive shark snout. The whole situation with Dee had been oddly arousing, Slyth thought, pondering if dolphin meat was an aphrodisiac, not realizing that shark meat actually was! Nevertheless, the girl's lingering scent sent trills of lust through him.. so while he believed himself totally alone in the middle of the vast ocean, he thought nothing of it as he rubbed over his belly with one hand, sliding the other down his front to lightly touch himself before lifting and clenching one of his claspers. He smirked.. he was beginning to see why they called them that, what with how much he had wanted to grab and 'clasp' them, all day long. Not to mention other people's apparent similar grabby nature.
Moaning lightly as he gently rubbed one half of his pair of penises, he almost wished for his serpentine tail back, to better rub himself and still have two hands to hold onto his members. He shut his eyes and leaned back in the water a little, letting himself sink just a bit as his skin tingled with excitement, emanating from his groin.
Slipping lower into the water, heading for the bottom, the almost ticklish tingles turned to tentative touches upon his hide. As he continued to stroke his stomach and caress one of his cocks further, the pleasant pulsing within him seemed to shift towards transforming into tender trailing.. tails?.. across his form. Slyth shrugged it off, chocking it up to the way the water rippled against his rough skin.
As he slipped deeper in the sea and deeper into lust, the light, lush, lingering loops became more real against him. Soft imagined kisses to his tiny scales becoming real smooching sucklings against his skin. His eyes still closed, Slyth gasped, and went to reach for his second clasper in a heady rush to finish himself off as his pleasure began to peak.. but before his finned fingers could dart down to his dick, the thing he had been wishing for took it up instead! A slick, smooth sinuous section of snaketail surrounded his singled-out sex and started squeezing it, sweetly.
It made him arch his back and flop his tailfins firmly.. or it made him try! As he attempted to arc himself, he was held fast by what he had thought were imagined caressing coils of fantasized fellow snakes.. but they were too thin, of course. Becoming aware of his waking wet dream turning into some kind of naughty nightmare, Slyth's eyes shot open to check on the centre of the sensual sub-conscious sensations..
Looking down at himself revealed all the aforementioned feelings to be factual and actual.. the most prominent among them being the twisted tentacle tugging on his 'trouser shark'.
"Hey!!" Fully alert by then, he wrenched himself hard, realizing just how many tendrils had tightly tied to him. And how low he had slipped. The load of limbs leapt to life, now that the jig was up.. no longer inching over his body, they lashed and looped around him and his limbs, turning from an innocuous, camouflaged blue hue to a bright multicoloured array as they attacked him. Perhaps something had snuck up on the distracted shark and had begun to tow him lower, to some hidden lair?
An angry, and female, voice rang out from somewhere he couldn't see, chastising someone else: "Oh great, now look what you did.. I told you to stay off of his shafts!"
An equally upset and male voice cried back at the woman's scolding, "Oh hush up, it's not like he's going to get away from us now!"
Just as those words were spoken, another tentacle rose up, right in front of Slyth's snout, letting the shark get a good look at it. It wasn't like the others, exactly, though.. it had a fat, almost hand-sized and somewhat oval or spade-shaped tip, coated with small, circular shapes which flexed open and shut. The limb only had the small mouth-like things on the thicker end section, the rest of the lengthy limb was smooth. All the other various appendages the shark could see clinging to his body in various places with the rings of muscle were thin, and tapered smoothly to a point without blossoming outwards before ending.. the one that was inching closer to his mouth seemed unique in that regard.
As the thick and boneless slab of flesh moved nearer to his maw, Slyth overcame his momentary fascination with the discovery of yet another new sea creature and realized he should probably try to defend himself in a sharky manner.. so he tried to bite the offender's offered extremity with his serrated tooth filled jaws, snapping forward sharply, his mighty masticating muscles bringing the jagged collection of nature's knives to bear on the juicy looking tendril-tip.
Very possibly, the owner of said tendril was expecting that reaction from the fish, waiting for the right moment to whisk their limb back just in time to avoid the crushing bite AND to slap another fat hand-sized tentacle-topper over his lower jaw as it remained clenched shut, after the attack. Before Slyth could try to do anything about the apparent twin of the unique tendril that had baited him into the compromising position, their owner used those round gripping sucker-things to hold tight to the pale scales of the underside of his jaw, and wound a good portion of the limb's length around Slyth's head, clamping the most dangerous part of the shark shut.
Luckily for him, Slyth had _at least_ stumbled into the clutches of a squid that did NOT possess sharp claws within its suckers or anywhere on its tentacles.
While he was rendered exceedingly less lethal, Slyth could at least continue to rebel verbally, though the telepathy all denizens of the depths seemed to use for communication. Yelling at his unseen attackers as he flexed his head back and forth, the tight tentacle which muzzled him squeezing behind his eyes but before his gills.
"Get off of me! What're you doing?! Let me go! I don't have anything to give you!" he half-demanded, half-pleaded with them as they finally showed themselves. Their bodies loomed up out of the gloom on either side of him, their unoccupied limbs-- yes, there were still MORE insidious invading appendages-- the unused 'legs' curling up and over him to perform a slimy sort of slithering saunter onto the scene (and onto the shark's belly), pulling themselves into view as the entangled trio continued to slowly sink.
Slyth's unanswered mental shouting stopped suddenly as he got a better look at them.. they floated above him, their flexible forms flapping and billowing in the light current, looking vaguely ghostly, their bodies shifting with the slightest wave, confirming that they were both as boneless as the winding, wormish limbs had suggested. His eyes first followed the firmly wrapped tentacle upon his head to its source, finding it belong to a male creature, coming out of the shoulder of a masculine looking torso. The lengthy 'arm' was thicker at the base, thinning gradually along the extended appendage until it was half as thin as a wrist where it was wound around his head. The other extra long limb with the lack of suckers and the fat hand-like end turned out to be the male's other 'arm'.
The strange man was a pale orange-red colour, although it seemed to shift in hue from time to time, deepening with a flush or draining the colour away as easily as taking a breath. Above the ring of several tenta-legs, his torso was slender and almost tube-like, with flimsy looking sail fins running along a good portion of his abdomen's sides. They appeared to shift and flap as if in a strong breeze, but it was soon clear that they were rippling to regulate the movements his cylindrical body. The supposed 'arms' emerged at, and were merged with, the thickest portion of those somewhat translucent lateral fins. Above the nearly non-existent shoulders was his large head, which was topped off with an almost comical cone cap. It would have been funny if not for the shark's imprisonment and the squid's unsettling face. Or rather, the almost complete lack of what could be called a face. His humanoid attributes gave him a head, but no real neck, instead having a mostly smooth cone that was home to two very large eyesand nothing else. There was a smooth space that appeared as though it could hold a nose or mouth, but had neither.
Struck silent, Slyth's staring, glaring eyes shifted to peer at the female, immediately checking her face and finding a similar set-up. Two normal sized eyes with odd, side-ways orientations, a small rounded strip of black in the midst of her fleshy face. Despite also not having a mouth or nose, she possessed more of a human head-shape, something about it helping identify her as a woman. Part of it may have been the way there was more to her bulbous head, which was swept back like a thick shock of flowing hair. Of course, her 'hair' was just a sac of flesh behind her head, which curled around to be attached to the back of her neck. It was clear she was a slightly different species, one that Slyth didn't know the name of, although it would be clear to you or I.. she was an octopus.
Just like her male squid counterpart, her arms were replaced by tentacles, although hers were the same as the rest of the 'legs' she sported upon her substantially more sizable 'skirt' of slippery limbs. As Slyth looked at her, he realized she seemed pudgy compared to the squidman, her humanoid upper body adorned with massive mammaries that bounced along with her buoyantly, suspended in the water in the same manner as her billowing body. Her fat legs were less numerous than the squid's, with six below and two as her 'arms', while he had too many to easily count under himself PLUS those two extra long and thin 'arms' with the thick tips. Her tendrils had larger suckers along their flat undersides, and when they weren't clenching wetly against his scales, they would brush over him like so many rubbery sets of puckered lips.
As they came to poise themselves overtop of him, meeting the anger in his steely stare, his grim gaze gradually faltered and he let out a groan, closing his eyes as their ever-moving mass of pleasure producing parts applied themselves to his most sensitive areas. The wide woman was closer to his tail end and her girthy grippers had gained almost exclusive reign over his rear regions while the slender bodied squidman secured the shark's strong upper body. Both of their nests of tendrils squirmed almost fully over his flesh, stimulating sweet spots he didn't even know he had! Their squishy, snake-like legs were everywhere.. embracing and exciting his every fin, caressing and constricting the former constrictor in ways he never realized during his time as an anaconda.. making his pulse quicken and his claspers twitch.
The octopus was keeping his powerful tail at bay, her stout body settling down over his lower half, effortlessly keeping his tailfin curled downwards, her more rotund tendrils wound tightly over his two crescent shaped tips, keeping them from flapping in all but the most useless of ways. She leaned her large self down over him, her abdomen conforming comfortably against the length of his body, from the thinnest part before his tailfins, almost all the way up to his claspers, her smooth mouthless face peering up at him through the squid's scattered limbs as her breasts smooshed around his streamlined front, overtop of her own zig-zagging web of tentacles.
Slyth was suddenly reminded that they could both speak despite their apparent lack of mouths as her voice invaded his mind. "Mmm, he's a cute one, isn't he?" she commented to the squid.
The squid's torso, defined with not-quite-subtle masculine musculature from top to bottom, bent neatly in half to allow his large eyes to examine Slyth's visage, disturbing the shark just a bit more with the spineless suppleness he possessed.. almost making it a relief to have his perfectly normal voice sound in his head. "Yes.. handsome boy.. should be a lot of fun, this one," he chuckled, his unoccupied tendril 'hand' sliding over Slyth's face, the flat backside turned around to stroke softly against his skin. The shark tried to deny how nice it all felt, but even the contemptible caress from that thick extremity was helping to break down his resistance. He almost would have turned his face against it and nuzzled into the squid's arm-ender if the other one didn't have an ironclad hold on his head.
After a moment of the tender touch, the squid flipped the tentacle tip around and slapped the suckers there onto Slyth's cheek to shove his head roughly anyway, obviously bored with the action. The rest of his slender limbs lashed about impatiently, slinging themselves across Slyth's upper body and arms, making him moan and toss as they restlessly ran all over the shark, both smooth backsides and sucker-lined anteriors slithering all over his chest and neck as the squid's head jerked back up to twist awkwardly back in a glance at his companion. "So, get on with it!"
She nodded and arched herself back up, two of her frontmost legs lifting up and out of the tail's tangles to squirm and worm their way to his chest. They poked their way over his flesh, meaty muscles mashing themselves under the squid's tendrils, showing how malleable they were before laying lazily over Slyth's pectorals. The thin extremities wound up and around both sides of his neck before the thicker portions on his pale front squelched down tight to grab him with secure suction. Slyth groaned and attempted to flop in protest, still held fast on his tail by the lady's other limbs. Through the unwanted sexual stimulation, he barely registered how she could be wound up on his tail _and_ have two tendril tips around his neck.
As she crept up his body, he realized just how big she was.. not just thick, but bigger overall. It was the first time Slyth had really encountered a being that was truly more massive than he was since his collection of coils had been reduced into the finny form. Part of his mind told him it was all an illusion, that the reach of her plethora of appendages and the way the water made her body fill to its fullest before his eyes, was all making her appear more grand and intimidating. But another part of his mind told him she and her squid partner were both bigger and more formidable than he was, and that they would be doing anything they wanted with him and TO him.. and to his body. He shuddered, partly in fright, and partly in the undeniable pleasure they piled upon him.
With the female's advancement up Slyth's body, her wriggling legs soon reached his groin, the crawling tentacles swarming over his sexes as they all worked in tandem to pull her mass along. The multitude made him moan as they mashed their way over his malenesses, winding around his claspers and slinking off over and over, suckers grabbing on one second and silky supple skin sliding by the next, randomly switching with no warning, driving him quickly from titillated to fully turned on, his dual shafts stiffly standing at attention.. boners in the midst of the boneless battering that made them all the more hard, breaking his will and making him want to give in to the pair living, breathing bondage beings.
More and more, all Slyth could feel was the many mouthing muscles on his meat as she oriented herself right on top of his crotch. He strained against the squid, hands flexing futilely. Figuring the female only wanted to fornicate, like all the other sex-crazed creatures he had met that day, the shark was shocked when he sensed something distinctly unlike an octo-pussy and even completely unlike the sea of suckers surrounding the new shape.
Because of the full-body bind the black tip was in, he couldn't see and had to go on feel alone. What began to rub against his shafts was firm, sleek and round with a small pointed tip at the apex of its protruding profile. As the girl shifted over him lightly, the hard object was stuck down between his cocks and ran back up along one of them, making him shiver with the light stimulation after the overload of sensations from the tentacles. Slyth gasped as another new radically different feeling sent an unexpected thrill up his cartilaginous spine, the fresh piece of anatomy being slimy, slick and sensual.
"Oooh, he tastes niiicce.." came the female octopus' voice. Slyth swallowed, disconcerted as he came to the realization about why they didn't have mouths in the places he thought were 'normal'. That strange slipperiness on his sensitive skin was the clinging cephalopod's tongue! The firm shell around it must have been something like a beak, as well. The shark groaned and tossed more firmly as his body betrayed him, responding to the tender tonguing that rested at the centre of the far-reaching fondling all over his form, while his mind reeled at the alien nature of his attackers.
"Well then, shove over!" the squid was already ambling himself down along Slyth's body half laying over the shark, he slapped his lower half against the fish's belly, adding to the mass of tendrils that continued to caress and tease his tender areas, keeping him at bay while they participated in their torturous taste-testing of his 'meat', just enough spare tentacles extended along his body and wound up in key spots to contain their restrained prey.
Slyth sank deeper into bound bliss as the squidman squeezed himself in against the octopus, their legs mixing with each other's as an even longer tongue snatched up the shark's other shaft. He was barely able to stop his body from bucking into their beaks, his pair of phalluses seasoning themselves with his pre as the squid squeezed and sized up his morsel of maleness, 'Mmm'ing mentally and nodding to his partner.
"He's all mine.." began the squid as his tongue's tight embrace tugged on the tender flesh of the thick erection, stretching it forward until Slyth could feel the tips of the squid's opened beak against his clasper.. as his pulse skyrocketed with the impending danger, Slyth's body also stiffened, the sexual stimulation shooting him towards his orgasm. He just hoped he got to have it before the monstrous pair began to eat him alive...!
"Whoa whoa whoa, mister!! All YOUR's?? He's mine too! And I wanted him first!" came the woman's voice, her legs suddenly loosening from him, although her tongue gripped his maleness even harder, seemingly trying to grab the other one at the same time, to snatch it away from the squid's mouth. Slyth was both brought nearer to climax and further away as both his climb towards ecstasy and the predators' plan fell apart.
The squid's retort found him letting go of the shark almost completely, turning his tendrils to a new target, to pre-empt the octopus, "No way, you got first dibs on the last one! Besides, you could stand to lose a bit of weight.. and don't give me that 'I'm big boned' blather, blubber-butt!"
She blanched to a ghostly white at the slender male's clearly cutting insult, her tendrils also lifting completely from Slyth's body. "It's.. I'm not.. YOU BIG EYED FREAK!" She reared up suddenly, turning her underside up at the squid to attack, aiming for his face.. the male already prepared for her predictable pounce.
Meanwhile, the shark floated like a piece of driftwood as his body calmed itself once again, Slyth simply trying to avoid re-detection by the two twisted twits. He found himself cornered under the couple's quarrel, backed down into a rocky space without enough space to safely slip by them unmolested by their quick capturing
As their fight escalated, so did their shouting and their wildly whipping limbs. They quickly wound up in a deadlocked stalemate as the squid's advantage of quantity was counter-balanced by the octo's thicker and slightly stronger arms, the two of them knotted tautly and trussed up together, serpentine legs grinding about against one another, suckers stuck fast to both skin and other suckers. They growled at each other before simultaneously screaming at one another as a thick cloud of what looked like black smoke spread rapidly from the midst of their wrestling forms, both of them shooting a massive amount of diversionary ink at the other as they made to confuse the other's senses and dash off with their 'meal'.
Of course, neither of them would release the other, so the whole area slowly filled with the concealing cloud, obscuring not only sight, but smell as well. Long before the wisps of dark fluid reached his snout, Slyth could smell the strong, pure cephalopod ink.. carrying with it an over-powering bitterness and rocky tang, almost like the shark was being forced to breathe in clay dust as it swirled nearer to his nose, irritating his senses.
Slyth didn't need to be told that the ink was his best chance at escape. In a blink and a flash of black-tipped fins, he was long gone.. leaving the bottom feeders to find different dish.
He sighed and continued on his quasi-quest to find another shark, hoping that if he ever found one, it wouldn't try to eat him. Shivering at the thought, he pressed on, automatically reorienting himself to once again head towards the 'shark territory' he had been told about.
*Concept was removed for increased flow, reduced story length, time constraints and general infeasibility. Also, budgeting. Cephalopod actors are notoriously expensive to hire. Gee, thanks Japan! Thanks for your tent-porn flicks making the actors such a rarity here in North America. :P*
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