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Gentle waves swept the sandy shores as a late August wind drew them into the bay. Summer's intense heat had lifted as September's eve peeked over the horizon, chipping steadily away at the remaining number of suitable beach days. Soon, bikinis and swim trunks would give way to long sleeves, then hoodies and sweaters, then heavy coats. Sandy beaches would be forgotten, buried under snowy hills, icicles, and uncomfortable amounts of shoveling.

Oliver savored a deep breath of the salty, humid air. There was a warm, wonderful breeze, and golden rays of sun kissed his lightly-freckled cheeks and shoulders. Pointed feline ears twitched atop his head, buried in a head of dark brown hair, listening to the seagulls crow overhead. Today was one of his last chances to have some fun in the sun, and he planned to make the most of it! The feline boy stripped down to his swim trunks, stuffed his clothes into a bag, and made a running jump into the water!

The flash of cold all over his slender, athletic body did not last. The sun had warmed the water nicely, and soon the initial chill had faded. He bobbed on the surface of the water and scanned the beach; sadly, it was pretty empty today. All the weekday workers were still toiling away at their jobs. Not a bikini girl in sight, either! Shrugging, Oliver leaned back and sank beneath the waves again, swimming further out and adjusting his eyes to the briny sting of salt water. Schools of tiny fish scattered at his approach, tangles of kale and seaweed swished in the ebb and flow of the waves, and hermit crabs scuttled across the shallow sea floor. No coral reefs here--the water got too cold in the winter. But that didn't stop it from being pretty.

Something odd caught his eye, and he rose up to take a quick breath before diving down again to get a better look. Whatever it was had gone; something large, purple, and fast had edged right out of his peripheral vision, just as he'd gone to take a breath. Oliver's eyes settled on the rocky outcropping to his right, which formed part of the hillside that surrounded the beach. Maybe whatever had swam past him had gone there?

The quick swim to the rocks initially revealed nothing. No big purple fish, no weird debris. The curious cat boy sighed and leaned up against the half-submerged rocks; no adventures today, it would seem. Just as that thought crossed his mind, however, he felt something slippery brush against his ankle. He thought nothing of it until it coiled around and tightened. The feline was pulled under before he could even process what'd happened. He choked down his last breath and held it as he struggled to kick free of whatever had him. Another slimy something ensnared his other leg, then his hips and his waist. He was moving. Fast!

This unknown creature pulled him through the water with surprising speed, apparently unhindered by his squirming, flailing body. The feline killed the swinging of his panicked arms and made a grasp for the thick, rubbery thing wrapped around his midsection. It slid around beneath his fingers, squishing and contorting, occasionally tensing and flexing. It felt like it was stuck on his skin. This soft, yet powerful, muscular loop made every effort to prevent his fingers from finding purchase. The light began to fade just as his eyes adjusted to submersion. Was he passing out? Drowning? A glance ahead revealed his downward descent into a yawning cavern, the shadowy profile of his captor looming ahead, treading water like a torpedo.

Light abandoned his senses for several long moments, and the rush of water passing his body shifted directions. He could feel it pressing down on him now, and he could tell he was ascending. But to where? A glimmer of light sparkled at the end of an inky tunnel, and Oliver's lungs contracted as his instincts forced him to exhale. The cacophonous sound of the pair breaching the water echoed harshly off stone cavern walls, drowning out the wet gasps for air as Oliver hit a soaked, smooth floor.

The boy's mind floated in darkness for several moments, and it took him some time to even realize that he could see the cavern walls in front of him. Bioluminescent flora swayed in the shallow pools surrounding the stoney floor upon which he lay, casting the walls and ceiling in an ethereal blue glow. He slowly sat up and rubbed his aching back. A quick glance around the tiny cave revealed no trace of the strange being that had brought him here.

"Well great." Oliver sighed, flinching as his voice echoed back at him. It felt awful cramped in this place, and his only exit was a dark descent back into the open sea. He shuddered at the mere thought of swimming through that pitch-black tunnel. The waterlogged feline turned from the water and stood slowly on shakey legs. He could just barely reach the ceiling if he stretched his arms up, and could walk ten paces from the water to the back of the cavern. Maybe not as claustrophobic as he'd originally felt, but still not a lot of room to wander around.

The walls were bumpy, but not jagged. The entire hideaway was damp and smelled of sea salt. Crabs scuttled this way and that as he approached, and he cast long shadows across the cavern's length with each motion. There were no cracks, no crawlspaces, no crevaces to slip into and escape.

Escape! To where? Who even knew how far underwater he was? Oliver sat, his back to the briny depths, and pondered for a long time. He still had no idea what had caught him, and couldn't figure out why it had simply let him go up here. No sea-dwelling creature that he knew of behaved in this way. He began to jokingly wonder if a mermaid had kidnapped him or something; or maybe a hungry sea dragon. Even something as morbid as being saved for a sea monster's dinner was enough to distract him from his plight.

At least until it came knocking. The boy had been so distracted that he hadn't noticed anything creeping up behind him, and the sudden warm wetness slithering across his bare back sent him scrambling forward. The cat boy spun around, hands outstretched to protect his body, and faced his captor for the first time. From the waist up, she could have been human: Wavy magenta hair poured down over shapely shoulders and framed a delicate face, lit by gleaming sea green eyes. Lightly-tanned skin shined faintly in the ghostly blue glow of the luminescent sea grass swaying in the shallows. Her slender arms crossed under a bare, ample chest. The creature's smooth tummy and wide hips appeared to be the last vestige of humanity in her bestial form.

Down past the hips, this watery woman's body transitioned into long, suckered tentacles. The lighter underbelly of each girthy, violet tendril menaced with pudgy suckers which clung firmly to the wet rock beneath her. Even from the back of the room, Oliver could tell that she towered over him; he was no giant at roughly 5'5", but this sea maiden looked to be at least seven feet solid... not counting her tentacles! He slipped backward along the floor until his back touched the stony wall, eyes wide. The muscles in his arms and legs burned as his heart pumped adrenaline-fueled blood through his veins.

"I don't know what you want!" he called as he found his voice. "But cats can scratch and bite real hard, so if you want to fight..!" The feline had no intention of fighting, though. This thing had dragged him, kicking and flailing, through the water with alarming ease. He only now attributed that strength to those tentacles; how the soft, yet powerful, rubbery things wrapped around his waist and how they latched to his skin. He recalled some story he'd read online about a woman of the sea with a body like an octopus; not a mermaid. A... scylla, if he remembered it right.

The woman slid forward, sluggish in her landbound motion, her slick tentacles making a wet swishing sound as they slipped across the cavern floor. Her face lit up in a wide, devilish sort of smile, and she caressed his ears with a dulcet croon, "I didn't bring you here to fight, kitten. If I'd wanted to hurt you, we'd still be deep underwater."

Sensible as that was, Oliver would not budge from the back of the cave. Sure, he had nowhere to go but through the flooded corridor that brought him here, and this octo-lady stood quite firmly between him and that terrifying exit, but he wasn't about to waltz into her tentacles' grasp for... Well, that brought on the obvious question: "Then what do you want? Why did you bring me here?"

"A simple reason, really." the tentacled woman slithered closer, spreading her octopod arms out across the ground and revealing their impressive length. Each tendril spanned a length of at least five to six feet, joined at the base of her squishy, fleshy lower body by a membranous web.

"You gonna tell me?" the boy shrunk back against the wall as his exits were cut off. She wasn't spreading out just for show; she'd effectively enveloped half the room with her body.

Her smirk widened, and she wet her lips with a long, pink tongue. "You're here to fuck me."

"Oh, is that all?" Oliver made a face, and immediately wished he hadn't. He saw the challenged expression creep into her visage, and he turned his body to his left, as if that could protect him any better than a frontal defense. "I-I mean, I don't... think I should."

"Why not?" she edged closer, tentacles rising from the floor and curling in the air. They were huge! Fat, rounded suckers squeezed at nothing, making tiny squelching sounds with each contraction. "Do you not find me attractive?"

The boy knew better than to answer a loaded question. Sure, she was gorgeous from the waist up, but below..? He avoided looking at the squishy tentacles and instead glanced around for any potential gaps in her fleshy cage. "Could you just take me back?"

"I will. When I get what I want." the scylla drew herself closer, looming over the cowering boy and crossing her arms under her wet, jiggling breasts. "I'm ready to mate. To breed. And I've chosen you to give life to my eggs."

"EGGS?" Oliver bapped a tentacle away from his waist, and was soon fending off each one as it zeroed in on his vulnerable body! "No, I--I'm not gonna give you any kids! I can't afford child support!"

She giggled deviously and watched him squirm away from the suckered grasp of her tentacles, eyes gleaming with mischief. "I don't know what that means. But you're pretty cute, all flustered and bashful. Don't worry, though. We'll fix that..."

"Nope!" Oliver scrambled to the side, somehow avoiding the tentacles attempting to coil around his legs as he leapt over them, feline grace carrying him to the other end of the room. He turned his back to the woman and curled up in a ball, staring down into the water. "I'm staying right here until I work up the nerve to swim out of here. Good luck trying to fuck me like this!"

The echoes of his half-hearted challenge filled the pause between exchanges, and for a few moments he almost thought he'd convinced her. He didn't look, though; he had to be resolute, to be firm. Even as that echo continued to ring in his ears, he... paused. That wasn't his voice echoing through the chamber anymore. It was a strange, almost ghostly tone, starting with a subtle hum that was gradually ramping up to a husky, feminine note. He chanced a look over his shoulder, and he saw the scylla standing there, smiling as that seductive sound poured from her parted lips.

It began to swim through his head, like a fish through water. So easy, so fluid, so graceful and calm. He shook his head to try and keep it clear, but the sound just melted its way into his ears. Even covered, those sensitive feline ears picked up on her every note, and he groaned and shouted to try and drown out the sound. "S-Stop! No, don't do that..!"

He heard a vague swishing sound as the scylla closed the distance between them, and registered it all too late. Her tentacles encircled his curled-up frame and began to coil his arms and legs. He struggled and kicked, but his fighting only served to give her more room to ensnare his flailing limbs. "No!"

"Hush, kitten." she crooned into his ear, her breasts squishing wetly against his back. The warm, damp flesh felt so good, and he could feel her stiff nipples poke against his skin. "I promise it'll feel good..."

Oliver's protest melted away before it even reached his tongue, replaced by a pleasurable buzzing as she produced a warm, throaty note right into his ear. His entire body went slack, and he had to force a scream in his mind to awaken himself from the euphoric daze her voice had induced. "Nnnnoooo..! S-Stop, I... dun wanna... hnnhh..."

"Wow." Genuine surprise colored her voice, and she giggled as her tentacles tightened around his arms and legs. "You've got some fight in you. Most people just surrender right then and there."

"I'm not a fucking... slut..."

"You will be." the scylla took a slower approach, humming delicately into the boy's ear, tendrils suppressing the bulk of his physical resistance. The rubbery arms held firm, tensing wherever they felt him tug, holding him so easily in place. The others roamed shamelessly over his bare chest, tummy, and back, the ringed suckers latching on, tugging, and popping free, producing a wet, slick 'kissing' sensation. It was enough to coax a firm, swimsuit-stretching stiffy out of the cat boy, and the naughty scylla's tentacles knew just where to go next.

"N-No... Not there..!" the wall of mental noise he'd erected was slowly crumbling away. Her magical voice seemed to echo off the water and reflect right back up into his ears. He took full advantage of every long, slow breath she took in, his only respite from the hypnotic cadence of her singing voice. Now, even that moment of rest was interrupted by her slimy, slithering tentacles. Oliver tried so hard to ignore how good they felt, even as gross and slippery as they initially were. The backsides were like warm, wet tongues, the underbellies covered in eager, rounded lips that suckled and kissed at his sensitive skin. He bit down hard on his lip when they found his nipples and focused their efforts there; tugging, kissing, suckling... so delicate, yet so firm. His hips rocked and twisted to fend off the naughty tendril now assaulting his swim trunks. "Please..."

The octo-woman giggled into his attentive ear and breathed out another hypnotic melody. "Feeling tired, kitty?"

"Never..."

"That's a lie." her tentacles made a slow, purposeful show of tugging his trunks away. Two circled his ankles and stretched his legs out wide, while another slithered into the restricting garment and gave a firm pull. Oliver had to watch as he was stripped of his only protection from her expert teasing, and he curled his legs right back up when they were released. The light blue bathing suit hit the opposite wall with a wet slap. "Much better!"

Oliver couldn't suppress the whimpering moans creeping up his throat as a tentacle slipped between his legs, easily infiltrating his tightly-squeezed thighs and nuzzling up and down along the underside of his shaft. The wet suckers had a texture he'd never experienced in his life, and the smooth, yet bumpy surface rubbing along his shaft made that healthy manhood twitch and throb. "Fffuck..."

"That's more like it."

"N-No, I didn't mean..." his words dribbled away as another mesmerizing murmur massaged his ears. The wall cracked and crumbled away in places, but still it stood. He could still resist! As long as she didn't ramp up the teasing, he just might be able to keep his mind awake long enough to squirm away. The feline fantasized about his great victory over the way-too-eager sea monster; a swift uppercut and a firm push into the water! A desperate swim into the dark depths, and a victorious ascent into the light of day. Sure, he'd be naked, but he'd be safe!

It was around this time, in the middle of his daydream, that he felt his body pushed downward by her tentacles. He was passively relieved to be away from her crooning lips, but the sensation that followed pulled him completely from his fantasy and alerted him to the horror of his new predicament.

"If you won't listen to my song," the scylla said, smirking down at the dumbfounded boy. "I'll just have to subdue you another way."

Her tentacles gripped the floor of the cavern, and she began to slide forward... over his supine body. The cavern's ethereal blue light disappeared in an instant as her slippery lower body slithered over his face, trapping him beneath the squirming mass of tentacles! Oliver squirmed and flailed, shouting incoherently and sucking down whatever breaths he could find! His arms were caught by her slithering tendrils once more, and he could feel the thinner end of one coil firmly around his throbbing penis. His face flushed with heat as she slowly stroked him, keeping him trapped beneath her... ass? Pussy? Whatever she had down there sure wasn't human, but he could feel the heat and wetness of something pressing against his face.

The slow, tight stroking kept his legs from kicking and flailing, toes curling hard from the intense pleasure it brought. He could have climaxed right then and there, but she was so good. She knew just how to milk and tease without forcing him to blow his load. This intense stroking seemed to go on for an hour, and he was desperately bucking and thrusting into those kissing suckers by the time he felt her body start to move again. He felt her slip further forward, and he tasted fresh air for the first time since she'd sat on his face.

Light returned to his vision, and his moans filled the cavern with a ringing echo to rival the wanton screams in his head. At least they'd managed to drown out the residual fog from her hypnotic voice. He dared to look at her, and was met by a devious grin as she leered at him over her right shoulder.

"Such a horny boy." Another squeeze tugged another helpless moan from his lips. "Don't deny yourself the pleasure of mating with me."

"N-Not... gonna give up!" Oliver had no idea where this resolve came from at this point. He'd just been humping the wet, suckered hole of her coiled-up tentacle, and now he was a stalwart beacon of chastity. Must have been her arrogant grin or something; all he had to do was stay mad!

The scylla stared him down for several long moments, her tentacle squeezing another cluster of moans from his throat. She seemed to be savoring his pointless resistance, knowing that she could make him cream his brains out on a whim. "What's your name, kitten?"

"Oliver." he growled, trying to bite back another moan. He glared up at her, cheeks as red as strawberries. "The name you'll remember as the cat who resisted your every advance!"

"Well, Oliver," she purred, the water beginning to ripple and slosh gently at the stony shore. Her voice took on a powerful echo, magnifying its intensity as she spoke down to him, "My name is Maera... and you had your chance to be cooperative."

The sense of foreboding did not last long. Maera hummed a note into the open air, and it swirled its way around Oliver's head, muddying his mind for several foggy moments. By the time he managed to wrest control over his thoughts, the scylla had moved forward again, her tentacles slithering over his bare chest and coiling gently around his arms.

"You're going to remember my name, too." she purred, arching her slender, shapely back before his eyes. "Because after today, you will be mine. You will stare across the sea and beg for me to return. And maybe, just maybe... I will oblige." Another mesmerizing note floated through the cavern, and Maera's body began to shimmer. It began where her waist met the squirming mass of tentacles; a flicker, like television static, that blossomed into the most vivid shade of blue. It flowed so fluidly, so smoothly down the length of all eight tentacles, simultaneously traveling up her back and branching out into swirling, spiraling patterns that looped delicately around her shoulders.

"W-What..." Oliver's words caught in his throat. It wasn't the echoes of hypnotic song that robbed his tongue of questions, but the second band of color, an intense pink, that followed immediately after the blue. A third flowing hue, bright green, caressed his senses before he'd even finished processing the second. Red, yellow, purple, green, blue, white... It didn't stop. The blossoming rainbow flickered through her skin, enveloping her rubbery tendrils in prismatic candy-patterns, while lighting up her back with swirling, spinning spirals of color.

"A silent voice tugs at the senses, and draws the helpless ear," Maera's tone dropped to a low, husky purr as she crooned a sultry, echoing verse. "These echoed calls of ages past, which wiser men did fear."

A stray thought passed Oliver's mind; a memory of some nature special he'd watched about squid, octopi, and other molluscs. He vaguely recalled a species of cuttlefish that flashed lights and colors along its body, using color-changing cells called cho... chroma... oh, he could hardly remember the word. Red, yellow, green, blue, purple, green, pink, yellow, orange. But it would flash yellow green blue--flash colors along its body to hypnotize blue green pink orange--to HYPNOTIZE its prey...

"Nnhh..." Oliver almost managed to close one eye. That's what she was doing. Hypnotizing him! He couldn't let her subdue him like this. He had to escape! Had to... watch...

"You have quite the resolve, kitten." Maera purred, raising a tentacle to the boy's eyes and slowly swaying it back and forth. She giggled as his eyes followed the motion. "Don't worry. Men of old only feared the unknown." the scylla cooed another hypnotic tone, stifling the boy's resistance and convincing his eye to open agan. "You've no reason to fear me. I offer nothing but blissful pleasure."

Protest lingered upon his parted lips, but went nowhere. Oliver's attentive eyes flicked back and forth, following the enticing sway of the color-shifting tentacle. He almost didn't notice the deep, inviting warmth looming over the tip of his cock, but the near-explosive pleasure that followed was impossible to ignore. The boy howled out a moan and momentarily snapped back into consciousness... until Maera's own intense cry of pleasure rocked the cavern walls and smashed what remained of his mental defenses. The sound of her ecstatic moans seemed to electrify his nerves, and his hips went on autopilot as they bucked hard into her hot, squishy cunt.

"That's more like it." He wasn't even sure if he'd heard her say it, or if the pulsing colors had somehow wriggled the words into his mind. "Fuck me. Give me every last tiny drop. FUCK ME."

There was no resisting anymore. No fighting, no grasping for his thoughts. There was nothing to hold onto but the intense pleasure now coursing through his body. His cock throbbed and pulsed, dripping ample amounts of precum into the rubbery sex that so eagerly milked him. His seed belonged to her. He would fertilize her eggs, and he would like it. Red, yellow, blue, orange, green, purple...

His eyes followed the swaying tentacle until it withdrew and coiled around his chest, where the eager little suckers went to work on his stiff, sensitive nipples. He stared now at her back, following the flow of colors up her waist, along her ribs and up over her shoulder blades, where they spiraled inward and flashed with a brilliant prismatic glow. He could feel the spirals drill into his mind, slithering their way around his thoughts and squeezing them into submission. The feline boy was only vaguely aware of the sea green gaze staring back at him, grinning in the throes of victorious pleasure.

"Give it to me."

Oliver felt his mind melt as his cock erupted into her. He couldn't even moan, couldn't even scream a sound worthy of describing the intensity of this climax. He could feel her cunt tug hard around his cock, pulling every last dribble of his seed up into her waiting... womb? He wasn't sure, and it hardly mattered where it went. It was hers. All his seed belonged to Maera. So it was no surprise when she didn't stop squeezing, her hypnotic display unceasing.

"More." she crooned, her voice echoing off the water and slithering into his waiting ears. "Give me MORE."

The exhausted cat boy could scarcely believe that his body could handle another climax, but his bucking hips knew better. He slammed his body into hers, mind spinning in a haze of lust, fatigue, and hypnotic trance. The scylla twisted her body around, that squishy sex spinning on his shaft as she changed from a reverse cowgirl to just a regular one. Her breasts flickered and glowed, swirling with the same tantalizing spirals as had lit up her back, and she bounced eagerly atop the mesmerized boy. "You dared to resist me. Give me more."

All of it. He would give her every last dribble of seed.

"You struggled in vain. Give me more!"

Squeezing... Squelching... Tugging... Milking his needy cock...

"You learned your place! Give... me... more!"

He could hear the upward shift in her pitch. She was getting so close, too!

"More!"

Yes...

"More..!"

Yes!

"MORE!"

It was almost painful, cumming again so soon, but so worth it. Oliver whimpered helplessly as his cock was milked a second time, and Maera's ecstatic wailing buried him under the weight of her overwhelming voice. Every moan assailed his open mind, rocking him to the core and banishing even the most vague and distant thoughts to the depths of his psyche. Her climax went on and on, and he couldn't seem to stop cumming until the scylla's shaking hips fell still. The whirling colors spinning around her breasts loomed closer, then squished against his cheeks as she collapsed onto him.

"Good boy." she breathed out the words, playfully smooshing her breasts against his face. She giggled as his lips fell upon the soft, glowing globes with worshiping kisses. "Mmm, you gave me sooo much. I bet it's been a long time since you creamed that hard."

"Never..."

"Even better." the scylla grinned and cupped her mate's chin. She dove in for a long, tongue-tying kiss, forcing his lips open and taking a breath in through her nose. She paused, smiled, and shut her eyes as she intoned right into his open mouth. Oliver's head buzzed with a static haze, swimming in a sound more powerful and meaningful than any he'd ever heard. The hypnotic croon filled his mouth and resonated through his sinuses, humming in his ears and washing away everything he knew. The world seemed to melt and swirl into a maelstrom of glowing colors, and though he could hear her whispers, the remnants of his conscious mind could not understand them. The last thing he remembered was another firm kiss, followed by a cold splash...

Something pointy scuttled across his tummy, simultaneously poking and tickling him. A weak hand rose to swat it away, and he opened his eyes to see a crab retreating across the sand. Oliver blinked the grogginess from his eyes and was greeted by the sun setting over the gently-rolling ocean. He lay there for a long time, his mind playing catch-up with everything that had happened.

It hit him hard, and he immediately went to cover himself, only to find that his swim trunks had been put back on. Or maybe they'd never been removed..? Had he imagined that whole thing? The feline sat up slowly and stretched, arching his back wide and yawning. He sure felt refreshed after what must have been a very dream-heavy nap! At least he wasn't sunburned. In fact, his skin was pretty much perfect, marred only by little pink circles.

Sucker... circles...

Oliver's cheeks flushed, and he scrambled to his feet. He stumbled back from the ocean, made for the road, and hesitated. He turned back to the sea and felt a surge of warmth swim through his head. A colorful haze flowed at the edges of his vision, but he shook it off. Maybe... Maybe he'd find time to come back to the beach soon. Very soon...