The Splatastic Pair
The timer was running down on the Jumbotron and everyone in the city square of Inkopolis that was watching the intense action on screen fell silent. This was no surprise since Splat War was the biggest sport in the country and Splatfest was its biggest event of the year. Like all matches in Splat War, the athletes and arenas they fought in took place in a virtual space which was then displayed on screen for the audience. Teams of colorful human-squid hybrids that could transition between a squid and humanoid form battling each other in a turf war where the objective is to use ink guns—styled as water guns of various basic and outlandish designs—to cover more of the arena in ink than their opposition; no way this was real. Some folks had their suspicions though.
Real or not, it garnered a huge dedicated fan base like the ones in the square, eyes glued to the large screen suspended from a building. The lively voice of the inkcaster—squid puns became an intricate part of the sports unique identity—effortlessly held the attention of every person wrapped up in the final moments of the match.
It looks like this might be it folks! The Inkspots have the Squidets on the ropes! Inkspot competitor Jet with his Splatter Charger has the Squidets completely locked down. Only 20 seconds left. All the ink in the world can’t save the-wait! Oh, and a squidtacular inkstrike by the Squidets wipes out half the Inkspots!
The crowd watching held their breath at the sudden turn in the match. The Squidet fans present, wearing flashy street attire with their teams orange color represented, looked ready to leap up in excitement, but held back for the moment. While still too early to celebrate, the inkcaster made it clear that a comeback was in the works.
The Squidets make their move. Two rush past the midpoint in squid form, the back covering as much ground in ink as they can! Their roller is making quick work of the ground they had lost earlier. 5 seconds to go! This’ll be a close one folks! The frontline of Marie and Crush are fending the remaining Inkspots off! Did they? Yes they did! The Squidets with the improbable comeback!
The crowd of fans erupted in applause at the incredible finish. One fan cheered the loudest of all. That fan was Kato. He was a Asian man, dressed head-to-toe with splat gear, fresh out of high school that purposefully moved close to the hub of Inkopolis, the mecca for all things Splatfest. Obsessed is what he was often called by his family. Kato never disagreed, knowing full well he wanted nothing more than to indulge in the fandom and experience of Splat War.
As the crowd began to disperse, he tossed his empty bag of squid sticks snacks and tipped up his black and white baseball cap with its orange squid logo so he could better see the individual stats for the inklings in the prior match displayed on the screen. His favorite athlete was Marie—he was always more invested in the female athletes. She exuded confidence, something he wish he had, and she was obsessed with the weaponry of Splat War to the point of absurdity—much like himself—often giving pet names to her guns. Kato’s love for the guns was borderline fetishistic and he imagined for Marie it was likely the same—her eyes always lit up with a hungry look in interviews while talking about her arsenal.
Marie had used a Splattershot Rifle in this match, a classic. Kato showed great fondness for the classics. Outside of live events for Splat War though, he never let his inner fandom self out. You wouldn’t hear him go on about how he thought the Splattershot and Splattershot Jr. looked cute, nor would you hear him brag about his ranking of the top splat athletes. Being among all these fans was the only time he felt he could come out of his shell fully.
His hazel eyes still fixated on the screen, he didn’t notice a grumpy Inkspot fan heading his way. The fan gave him a bit of a shove as he passed him, snapping him back to reality.
It was rather obvious to tell that Kato was a Squidet fan with the orange motif going on. He had orange streaks in his thick wavy hair as well as sporty black shorts with an orange line running along each leg side. He also wore black sneakers and a short black shirt with a black open hoodie. Black was the secondary team color for the Squidets. The fans tended to dress just as the competitors in Splat War. The casual and relatable, often sporty, urban attire of the athletes is one of the many aspects that made the sport so resonant.
Kato heard a man and his friend behind him talking about the match. One of them seemed completely disinterested, wondering why his friend even enjoyed the sport.
“It’s just people controlling a bunch of game characters from a virtual set right?” he questioned. “They’re not real athletes.”
Holding his tongue, Kato ignored the criticism towards his life’s passion and walked away. He couldn’t fathom how someone couldn’t enjoy such an intense display of heart-pounding entertainment. Even if they were virtual matches,someone was controlling them and voicing them, someonewas the heart and soul of the Inkling! His anger grew once he realized he had to return to his mind numbing job in retail the next day. He had used up all his vacation time to attend the weeklong Splatfest.
Damnit! I should be competing too! he cursed out in his mind. I know the sport just as well as any pro. Why am I stuck with this life!? Why can’t I be an Inkling!?
It had always been a dream of his to go pro as a professional splatter, but the question was always how? It was not publicly known how the athletes in Spaltfest were chosen. There wasn’t a minor league or even a school one could go to in order to work their way to the professional level. The logistics of the sport were shrouded in mystery. It just made Kato all the more furious knowing he could never make it.
Stopping to take a quick breath and ease his frustration he noticed a peculiar trail of orange ink on the ground leading into a nearby alley. That it was orange ink was enough to peak Kato’s curiosity. As he followed the path into the alley and snaked around a few corners he felt an excitement building within him. He was like a child following a trail of candy, grinning, optimistic that something greater than the trail would be found at the end.
It stopped at a dead end with a chain-link fence. As he looked forward he saw the source of the spilt ink, a Splattershot weapon. No way, he thought. Is that an actual Splattershot! It looks just like the ones used in Splat War. Quickly picking it up, he confirmed its authenticity.
The Splattershot was a common type of weapon used in Splat War, though recently it’s been moving out of favor. It was designed as a rifle fashioned in the style of a watergun, pump action and all. Judging by the orange container that held the ink it belonged to a Squidets fan. Kato ogled the impressive piece of equipment, handling it with extreme care as if it were a fine work of art.
As he rotated it with the tips of his fingers he commented, “Who ever made this replica must be a diehard fan. They got it down to the very last detail. It even has the diamond shaped marking on the container!”
It was no cheap imitation that’s for sure. It had some weight to it and wasn’t made of cheap plastic like an actual water gun. The container felt like it was made from similar glass as a TV screen.
Kato brushed some dust away from the container’s surface and his swipe seemed to activate a hologram display on its surface. A robotic, automated voice spoke from what Kato surmised was the gun.
“Designated user not detected, scanning… Designated user not found within 15 mile radius. This weapon can only be used within Splat War and by the assigned Inkling, considering options…”
Kato was at a loss for words. This clearly was no ordinary fan creation. The holographic screen displayed a plethora of information including health readings. He wondered if these were his readings as he noticed the weight and height given by the diagrams matched his own.
“The next match begins soon, must take immediate action. Current subject meets the requirements of inkification. I cannot perform the procedure without consent. Subject, will you comply?”
The voice went silent, giving a few moments to ponder, before asking again, “Subject, will you comply?” It continued to repeat itself, awaiting an answer from Kato. The voice sounded monotone, but with a slight ring of adorableness in its tone, keeping it from sounding lifeless. It suited the fine piece of weaponry, Kato thought. It was… charming.
He pondered on the strange situation he found himself in. Could this be real, an actual gun used in Splat War? It seemed to be highly advanced technology with clearly defined intent. That would mean though… that the sport was real! Or maybe the guns themselves acted as the tools used to control the characters in the virtual playing field? All these possibilities bounced about inside his mind. His eyes darted about, his thoughts a splatter shot of uncertainty.
There was only one way to find out though. He had to comply.
“I…” he hesitantly spoke. He was overwhelmed over the possibility of what might come next. “I… I comply. You have my consent!”
“Permission has been granted. Contract confirmed. Beginning inkification. Releasing liquid conduit.”
As Kato gripped firmly to the Splattershot, he jumped a bit when he noticed a green hose pushing out from the muzzle of the gun. It appeared sentient in the way it slithered through the air like a snake up towards his face. Feeling there was nothing to fear, he smiled at the lively “serpent”.
“Hey there little guy.” he greeted. That swell of happiness was quickly washed from his face as the hose forced its way into its unsuspecting prey’s mouth.
The green tube wasted no time reaching the back of his mouth and secured itself tightly to the entrance of his throat. The attack brought Kato to his knees and he dropped the Splattershot he admired so innocently mere moments before. It slid out of his reach and he was left to struggle at yanking the violating coil from his mouth. Each attempt proved more futile than the last, it simply would not budge and each tug hurt him more than helped. The warm nozzle-head plugged his throat, only allowing him the luxury of air through his nose. It fit perfectly to the cavernous space of his mouth, like it was meant for him.
The green hose stiffened up, further muffling the screams for help coming forth from its consenting subject. Not too hot, not too warm fluid—thick and black—traveled sluggishly through the hardened, yet still flexible hose. Once it reached the stretch within Kato’s mouth he could immediately feel its warmth permeating from its encasement. Once the black liquid squirted from the nozzle it was if freedom hastened its journey. The top had been popped, and the main course was coming, the excited liquid now moving through the hose at a much more frantic pace and traveling down his throat like heavy oil.
As Kato quickly received mouthfuls of warm swill, he soon came to realize what was being gushed into him. N-No way! he thought while the continuing struggle to remove the disgorging hose persisted. Is this… is this ink!? He lost the will to fight the invasive instrument and his hands fell flat to the ground, resorting to simply keeping his body from collapsing in a heap.
A few minutes passed of Kato being inked, reserved to whatever fate awaited him. His body felt numb and weak, he could barely move, let alone force out more screams that would only fall on deaf ears. He was sure that it couldn’t be good. He somberly cursed his over-excitement earlier and where it had brought him.
He was splat from his haze as a rush of unexpected euphoria and tightening muscles hit his body with the force of a Splat Roller. His mind rose from its stupor and into the light once more, but with the realization that something unnatural was about to happen. He couldn’t have known at the moment what, but it was clear his body was beginning to react in a very bizarre manner.
Within seconds he felt his body violently shrink about a foot in size in a flurry of cracking and popping bones, tendons, and sinew. The robotic voice from the Splattershot began to announce what was happening to his body like a series of steps in a procedure as if it were walking him through the process.
“Interior ink coating applied. Genetic code ready to be inkhanced. Commencing skeletal adjustments.”
There was no pain for Kato, only mild discomfort as the ink continued to pour down his throat and spread to places it shouldn’t. Every inch of his body felt numb and his shifting bones felt as if they were moving around in molasses.
His limbs felt lighter now, his gut much more trim. His fingers and toes twitched slightly, little pricks prodding about inside the cartilage. Soon enough his hands and feet too were of a more dainty size.
“Beginning shoulder realignment.”
On cue Kato’s shoulders dipped a tad, becoming more slender in their appearance.
“Condensing axial skeleton.”
His skull, vertebrae, and ribcage were slowly scrunched into a smaller package, his body now very light and slim, and his arms brittle. Kato’s hoodie looked oversized on the now fairer man. The sleeves sagged on top of his hands, nearly covering them—cute fingers peeking out from beneath. His shorts and shirt as well hung loosely on his body.
This is crazy, this is crazy! Kato thought. His ordeal only continued to become stranger as a pleasurable warmth spread throughout his body. This shouldn’t… why does this feel good? He fought against the growing sensation within his mind as his body welcomed it, his dick pitching a tent in his shorts. The more he struggled, the harder it became, the larger it became!
“Preparing genetic code for evacuation.”
His cock swelled in size. Ahn, so thick! Kato recoiled within his mind. It’s… throbbing. It was now a gigantic cock—with gargantuan balls to go with it—jutting out in size, peeking out from the shorts prison desperately trying to contain it. There was a great buildup being held back… for now.
“Subject still does not appear as registered user of this weapon. Releasing more ink.”
With that an even heavier stream of ink was forced down his throat, pushing him towards a mewling mess as drool and ink trickled from his plugged mouth. The pleasurable sensation only worsened with his hefty force-feeding. His mouth began to instinctively suck on the green hose. While disgusted by his body’s actions, he couldn’t deny it felt good, so good! He couldn’t help but sink into the ink.
“Restructuring skull. Beginning inkification of brow ridge and chin.”
Kato scrunched his face tight as he felt his entire skull covered in the feeling of thick ink. The ink acted like a sculptor, molding his face into the form it desired. He felt his chin become more pointed, the surface of his facial bones lighter. His forehead became more round and upright, his eye cavities being pulled out wider along with his eyes. Once the changes stopped, Kato weakly opened his new wide-pupil eyes basking beneath fuller lashes. His lips were now softer, his nose small and charming.
“Creating circular pelvic inlet. Increasing pelvic size.”
As he felt his hips flare outwards with no signs of stopping he got an inkling of what might be going on. His slimmer torso and face, his inflating ass cheeks, the growing width of his hips and the attractive fingers he had been constantly staring down at… he was becoming a woman! At the very least partially one. He figured that the changes wouldn’t cease until he was completely done in.
The Splattershot… what it was saying… so that means, he thought, coming to a realization. This gun belonged to a Splat War athlete. They’re real! They’re real and I… I’m becoming one!?
“Skeletal restructuring complete. Subject’s body must be fitfor competition. Adding mass to designated areas of the subject’s body. Pulling data from registered owner.”
Suddenly all the ink in Kato’s body wriggled frantically about and moved to attacking his muscular structure. The ink soaked itself into the meat of his body. His muscles were a sponge, inflating in size the more ink they absorbed.
Kato’s body was primed to be one thicc Squid.
His ass grew wider into a chubby, but dense, bubble butt. His butt cheeks rose like ink balloons being filled. The shorts could barely contain both his ass and man meat, both became constricted by the tightness of the shorts. The oversized mass of feminine beauty was imprinted finely against the black shorts—crack and all clearly visible beneath as if it were a second skin. His bulge fared no better, appearing like a meaty squid tentacle constrained and peeking out. Both were unreal in their size for such a slim frame.
This was just the beginning of Kato’s growth into a splat ready athlete. The robotic voice of the gun a reminder.
“Former owner was a class D Inkling, made for competition and idolization. Beginning calculated distribution of fat and muscle tissue.”
Weight began to gather quickly on Kato’s chest as his arms finally gave way and he landed chest first onto the ground. His ass stuck up in the air and quivered as it continued to grow along with his hips. His body was clearly exhausted from the intensity of the changes, yet it was brimming with lively fitness against his will. His fragile arms became more toned while remaining sensual in their appearance and his calves stretched firm on his legs. The athletic body coming would be perfectly suitable for Splat War. But he was still very off put to the idea of becoming a woman. He’d always dreamed of being a squidpetitor, but this felt like too much a tradeoff. He was becoming someone else entirely.
As if to silence his worries a shock of pleasure shot through his nipples—ink trickling out from them—as they expanded into larger saucers on his chest, which was feeling heavier by the second. Is this really what I want? he thought. An explosion hit his chest as a pair of fully formed breasts billowed out, squashing against the pavement with their soft plump form. I can’t… this body! It feels so right. Kato was immediately rewarded with another unstable expansion within his ink sacks. Ink stuffed them to the brim and they quickly filled out the pathetic shirt trying to contain them. As he squirmed in ecstasy he crept one of his hands towards the head of his peeking cock and began to furiously claw at it.
This feeling is overwhelming! He cried out in his mind as his ears began to crack and become more pointed at the tips. I’ve never felt such joy before. I’ve never felt so right in my own body before! Kato’s hair started to melt within a mass of orange ink spilling out from his scalp.
“Installing Splat War game knowledge from previous owner into new subject.”
Visions of Splat War strategies and games played by the previous owner trickled down in his mind, giving him some essential knowledge he’d need to compete at the highest level. Not much was needed however as Kato had always been smart about the ways of the game.
His body felt ready to explode, especially his cock which was in a continuous state of rapture from his meddlesome fingers. His thighs erupted in size again, stretching his shorts tight against their frame. They looked like appetizing sausages that were being pushed out of their wrappings—his shorts traveling further up his legs the bigger his thighs became. Kato’s chest gave one final heave; tits uncomfortably pressed together, nipples dragging on the ground beneath the straining shirt. They were so massive they lifted his body slightly off the ground.
Giant, light orange tentacles, with dark orange spots near the end and white undersides, and a giant suction cup at the tips—that looked like plump lips puckered up—grew out from what was once Kato’s hair, one on each side just in front of his pointed ears. He had orange colored, slimey hair now, the clubbed tentacles an extension of it. They hung more than halfway down his body, past his wide hips, which gained even more contrast once Kato’s core caved in. Yeessss!! he wailed out within his mind at the sudden collapse of his tummy. He could feel his core tightening into an athletic, feminine shape. This is all I’ve ever wanted.
Completely enamored with what was happening to him now, Kato desperately awaited what came next. The pigments in his skin began to change as the more woman-now-than-man gazed down at her new lovely dark chocolate skin coming in. The hair from his body seemed to dissipate, his skin becoming unnaturally smooth. It belonged to the previous owner… this body, but now it was all hers’. So beautiful, she thought, her entire skin now a striking shiny dark tone. So powerful! She felt her stomach tense up yet again as the muscles there undulated, leaving a plateau of muscle behind.
This super thicc, bigboob, toned, lit squidpetitor’s body was nearly complete. There was just one thing left to do.
“Assigning programmed gender. Releasing human ink.”
The woman’s dick suddenly burst in size like a plugged hose ready to break. All that was left of this woman’s former life as a Splat War fan remained in her cock. Her human ink would release and she’d officially become what she always dreamed of. She was screaming for it to happen within her muddled mind, her eyes rolling up in her head. Yes… yes, yes, yesss!!!
Her cock erupted as white cream sprayed excessively from the engorged human tentacle. She felt her entire body melt on the inside as her entire self, bones and all, dissolved into an inkling being. She was now an extension of the ink itself. As the last remnants of her humanity left her in the form of cum spraying out like splatter shots from her cock, she felt all the ink that was her body jiggle in excitement before releasing outward in a burst of energy. Her body then exploded into a large ink pile, the Splattershot nozzle falling to the ground.
Kato was gone… only a puddle of orange ink remained.
The nozzle retracted back into the gun and the robotic voice congratulated its new owner.
“Inkification successful. Welcome new competitor.”
The orange ink puddle began to ripple and a small lump formed at the middle and slowly rose out from it. The lump grew bigger and bigger and soon grew appendages that resembled arms. An ink silhouette of a shapely woman formed from the pool, the puddle growing smaller in size as the figure emerged. The arms seemed to be fiddling with its netheregions, and two giant tentacle shaped limbs sprouting from the head were toying with the massive tits hung off from it. A gargled voice that sounded like it was underwater said, “Oh yeah… this body is perfect. Perfect in every way.”
An ink shell popped off of the woman leaving her finally revealed, in the flesh—her body actually ink taken solid form that could, like every other Splat War athlete, shift between an ink-squid and human hybrid at will. It was Kato, but reborn, happier than she’d ever been. Her new body was rockin’ and beyond gorgeous. After all she was a class D, Diva type squidpetitor, one meant to be idolized by the fanbase. This body with its broad hips, hefty pair of breasts, and satisfying athletic tone would keep all eyes locked on her.
She had similar, much more revealing, attire on to what she wore as Kato: black hoodie—now more fit to her size—black shirt, and black shorts with the orange streaks. The shorts were much smaller, hugging her plump thighs and riding very low on her hips which jotted out like hills on the side of her body. Her enormous ass would certainly jiggle about if it were not held tightly in place by the shorts. Her bright orange hair with its large squidtail tentacles contrasted her dark skinned body tastefully, her eyes too also an illuminating mango orange—they also had dark markings around the outside that resembled a domino mask. The two utterly huge masses of flesh that dominated her chest still proved difficult for her shirt, which while now fashioned as a female tank top, did little to cover her attention-gobbling cleavage. The shirt was stretched and pulled so far up it resembled more a bra than anything else, valiantly hanging on for dear life as the tits sagged freely from her chest down to the top of her trimmed core which was quite the sight in its own right, free for the world to see. The sneakers were bigger than before, stylishly big, looking cartoonish in their proportions that ultimately fit her exaggerated hood look. She still had her typical Squidets team hat, fitting now that she had become a part of the team.
“Well aint this something else!” she said giggling, her voice no longer gargled, jotting one of her hips out to the side, running her hands up from her moist crotch along the curves of her voluptuous body. Her new voice had a sugary urban temper to it, smooth and with a bit of soulful flare at the end of some words. Clearly she was much more confident and empowered in this new body. “Mmm… I couldn’t have asked for a better deal, so strong… and sexy.”
As she stared at her Splattershot rifle on the ground she heard the robotic voice make its final request.
“Is the subject satisfied?”
With a delectable smirk and brimming with sultry conviction the new splat athlete replied, “Very much. Thanks for asking cutie.” She felt a strong kinship with her new rifle considering how one of her favorite types of weapons had wonderfully captivated and changed her body moments before, she couldn’t thank it enough. Not only that, she simply felt feistier and more alive, perfectly in tune with what she had become and what type of athlete she should be. A new life was sprayed out in front of her and she felt so comfortable, so in control, so alive for the first time in her life!
“Y-yes. N-no thanks necessary.” The machine replied with a surprising stutter, taken off guard by its new owner’s choice of words. It had never been treated with praise before, usually shutting down its speech function for good after inkification. Perhaps it was because its previous owner abandoned it that it felt the need to even ask if its owner was satisfied. It hoped for approval, and to receive it sparked an odd path in its programming.
“Oh my, so you’re not just any old gun. Hee hee. Oh this should be fun.”
“I-I’m not sure what you mean,” the voice continued in a much quicker manner now as if it needed to finish it’s sentence before being found out. “It is my function to ensure the owner is in peak condition, no matter the type of emotion shown towards me. As an AI I must obey whatever commands the owner makes and am committed to keeping the owner in peak condition. I will revert to my default state with speech activators turned off as to—.”
The woman picked up the gun mid info-dump and shushed it.
“Okay, okay! Calm down. You don’t need ta’ explain yourself. And you are NOT shutting off that adorable voice of yours got it?
“Speech function will remain active per user request.”
“That’s better. I’m sure you’ll be fine at keeping me in peak condition, heh.” She lightly massaged the tip of the gun’s nozzle. “Keeping me stress free…”
“Input new user name.”
“I mean what’s a girl without her Splattershot?” the woman went on, not hearing the AI’s request.
“INPUT NEW USERNAME.” It responded, this time with much more fervor.
“Oh! Right… dumb me.”
She pondered for a good while, one of her tentacles gently feeling up her breasts. She was still basking in the incredible feeling of her new body. Something sassy, she thought as she clenched her thighs together on her aching squid snatch. Yet something… strong. She clenched her fists and tentacles.
“I’ve got it! Ya ready cutie?”
“I request that you stop calling me that.”
“Call me, Ember.”
Yes, that name was perfect for the burning passion she now felt and the fiery crackle she exuded.
“Ember registered as owner. Welcome Ember, to Splat War. Your team designation is the Squidets. You are not allowed to speak to anyone about the inner workings of the Splat War games or of who you once were. When in public you must conceal your squid characteristics.”
“Simple enough.”
Ember did almost recoil though at the thought of leaving her old life behind. This was certainly better than her previous life and self, but what of her friends—few though she had—and her parents? It was a tough decision, but she felt she had to move forward. A sacrifice, but she was not going to let this happiness slip from her tentacles.
“I recommend first that you communicate with your new squidmates before the next match at 2200 hours.”
“Yeah… that can wait though. Cutie, I’m calling you Cutie now. I’m still a bit worked up from my registration. Hee hee.”
“Oh… i-if there is anything I can do to assist?”
“You bet your programming there is.”
Ember took her Splattershot companion Cutie to a quieter place so that it could assist her in relieving her stress. She needed to be in prime mental condition for her debut match.
***
“Ahn! Cutie you’re amazing, oh… oh! That’s it, deeper, deeper. Eee!”
“I’m only doing it to your specifications Ember. You do not need to be so surprised.”
The nozzle of Cutie was whipped out once more and was now burrowing itself into the fleshy ink-soaked folds of its new owner. Ember was mewling out in pleasure, working the hose of Cutie with her hands—a pointless gesture that would not provide any satisfaction on its end.
“Uhn, it’s like a tentacle wriggling around inside me. Oh shit! Mmm… there, do it there!”
The AI did it’s best to keep Ember calm, not understanding how it could be that exciting. The compliments she threw at it for its fine work messed further with its programming. It had never had an owner like this before.
“Come on Cutie, uhn, make your owner scream.”
“Y-yes Ember. As you wish.”
Cutie picked up the pace, sending its owner even more out of sorts. Admittedly it was starting to become… fun. This female Inkling, the AI pondered. She confuses me… excites me. Ember… loves me… Cutie loves Ember.
Cutie began to increase the size of its devoted hose without any command from Ember.
“Woah! Oh, C-Cutie!”
“Does it feel good Ember? Am I satisfactory?”
“Y-yes. You’re doing great, Oh… oh! Keep going. Bigger!”
The thick tentacle of Cutie furiously pounded away at Ember, her slit forced open excessively large, her body being thrust against the wall. If it wasn’t for the flexibility of Ember’s new ink-based body, she wouldn’t have been able to stretch to match the unnatural size of what was fucking her. So much of the hoses’ length was twisted and crammed inside her body that it imprinted on her skin, appearing like an orgy of worms lying beneath the surface.
Ember’s panting tongue and brilliant eyes going wide in her manic, sexual induced gaze enticed Cutie. She looked beautiful to it, her unrestrained expression of joy unlike anything it had ever seen, and he was the one creating it in her.
“Relieving Ember’s stress. Cutie intends to make Ember happy. Cutie… loves Ember.”
“Gah! Oh… Ember l-loves Cutie! Lov-ah, AHN!! AHHH!!”
“Ember, Ember, Ember… evacuating ink deposits.”
Cutie fired off what seemed like an endless supply of ink inside her. When her pussy was too filled he retracted his large length of hose and discharged the remaining ink all over her spasming body. Ember breathlessly relished in the mess for a few moments, before licking up whatever goopy mess she could.
“Oh Cutie. You really… you know how to treat a girl right.”
“Are you happy Ember? Can I insert nozzle again? Cutie enjoys the expressions Ember displays. Cutie enjoys the praise Ember gives.”
“Oh my. Looks like someone is coming out of their shell too. Another time though. Or did you forget our match?”
“Ember is correct. As much as Cutie wishes to pound Ember we must first pound the competition.”
“Haha, a funny guy too. Alright, let’s get em’.”
Ember and Cutie soon became the star duo of the Squidets for years to come. They shared a unique persona. Ember, the fiery Squid and Cutie, the doting Splattershot. What a Splatastic pair.
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