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It's been a while since I've written anything. Figure now's as good a time as any to get back into it.

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A hermit crab scuttled across the beach, keeping just out of range of the nearby surf. It moved toward the water as the last wave retreated, looking for bits of detritus swept in by the surf, then fled as the next wave came in. Back and forth it went, until a distant whistle prompted it to retreat to its hole. It had no idea how lucky it was; it hadn't seen the dark object lurking in the surf, waiting for something to stray past.

Cicero walked along the beach, whistling, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his hoodie. The dragon kicked up sand from his claws as he walked along the deserted stretch of beach, letting his wings stretch a bit to feel the wind. The sun reflected off his dark blue scales, sending bits of shattered light bouncing around the sand.

He paused to watch a hermit crab scuttle into its hole, dragging its borrowed shell with it. He let out a chuckle at the sight. "Goofy looking things," he muttered. "Never get sick of 'em."

He moved a bit closer to the water as he walked, letting the surf break over his claws. There was a bit of a chill breeze coming off the ocean than day, which was to be expected considering the island was about to be hit by the remnants of a winter storm, but that wasn't going to stop him from taking his daily walk along the beach.

Cicero had found the beach almost a year ago, after he'd moved to the island to work for the local oceanographic foundation. It confused him every time he walked it: here was this picturesque, white-sand beach, and yet it was completely deserted. There wasn't even a proper trail leading to it. Just a path more likely made by an island boar than anything bipedal. Nobody owned it, as far as he could tell. There were no buildings to speak of, no signs, nothing of any sort. And yet it was clearly visible from the air and the water.

Maybe it had been bought by a resort developer, but they ran into permit issues and nothing happened. Maybe it was a stretch of beach nobody'd bothered developing. Maybe it was actually a dimensional ripple that sent him to a parallel universe where the island was uninhabited.

Cicero chuckled. "All right, that one's pretty unlikely." He sighed. Some mysteries obstinately stayed just that. And besides, why complain about a bit of beach that nobody else seemed to have discovered?

Something ahead caught his eye and the smile fell from his face. "Really?" he muttered, fixing his eyes on the plastic bag caught in the surf and striding toward it. It was to be expected; all sorts of junk was floating in from the coming storm. It didn't mean he had to like it.

He snatched up the bag and a couple faded candy wrappers that had floated in with it. "Bloody plastic," he muttered, shaking the water off it. Behind him, a wave crashed with particular force, running farther up to the beach and submerging his feet up to the shin. Cicero ignored the wave and balled the plastic up, jamming it into one of his pockets.

The surf subsided, pulling at his legs with insistent fingers. Cicero took a step out of it - and tumbled face first into the sand when his leg didn't move.

He spat something that was part expletive, part sand and rolled over, expecting a piece of kelp - and froze when he saw something quite different.

His leg had been snared by some kind of... well, the easiest word to describe it was a tentacle. Didn't fit the classical definition in any sense, but that was the word Cicero's brain associated with it. It was a pale blue colour, vaguely transluscent, such that it blended in nearly perfectly with the seawater. Cicero reached down and tugged on it, but it was unyielding, and coated with a thin layer of slick slime that made it impossible to get a grip.

Cicero looked up, following the tentacle to where it disappeared into the surf. Was this a jellyfish or something? Could be, although he'd never heard of one with tentacles this big. He wasn't worried about stings; his scales left him pretty much immune to those. What was alarming was that the tentacle was a dead weight on his leg, and the surf was starting to pick up.

"All right, let go," he muttered, clawing at the tentacle with his free foot. He frowned when nothing seemed to happen. That was odd, and more than a little worrisome. A couple strokes from his clawed feet could part a length of stout rope or slash through a kelp stalk.

He clawed at it a couple more times with increasing force, tugging as hard as he could with his other leg. "Come on, let... whoa!"

A second tentacle struck out of the surf and wrapped around his other leg, pulling it away and leaving him lying with his legs splayed. "Uh..." Cicero said, looking at the twin tentacles. Right. So whatever had snared him wasn't some dead thing that had just washed up. It was very much alive.

He tugged again, and gave a surprised squawk when the tentacles tugged back, dragging him into the surf just as another wave broke. His yell of surprise was lost in a rush of water and the primary concern became holding his breath.

Thankfully, the tentacles pulled up instead of in, hoisting him out of the water, albeit upside down. Cicero coughed and spat out a mouthful of saltwater before reaching up to try and free his legs. Two more tentacles just shot out of the water and wrapped around his wrists, pulling them out so he was suspended spread-eagled.

"All right," Cicero shouted. "This is getting weird." It occurred to him that that might not have been the most astute or constructive thing to say, but it felt like it needed stating anyway.

The tentacles stopped moving, seeming content to just leave him hanging upside down. Cicero blinked as blood began to pool in his head. "Fine," he muttered. "You want me to stop struggling? I'll stop struggling. Hell, I'll pass out on my own if you leave me like this." Uncomfortable seconds passed. "Listen, I was kidding about the letting me pass out thing..." He trailed off as an amorphous blob, made of the same material as the tentacles, rose out of the water in front of him. It bulged, wobbled, and then abruptly morphed into the shape of a slim, bipedal dragon wearing a hoodie and loose trunks. Cicero blinked when he realized he was staring at a mirror image of himself.

"Uh... hi?" he ventured.

The blob's mouth opened and moved, but no sound came out. It took Cicero a moment to realize that it was just mimicking his mouth movements. He sagged. "Great. You can't even understand me. Don't know why I expected you to, but, well, I can't help but hope tentacle monsters are reasonable sorts."

The blob cocked its head.

"So, what? What're you planning to do to me? Drown me? Steal my wallet? Keep me hanging here until I pass out, then lose interest? Cause I'm obviously not going anywhere, and I'm quickly getting sick of talking to you."

Another tentacle, this one slimmer, reached up out of the water and poked into Cicero's pockets. "I was kidding about the whole wallet thing," the dragon said. "I'm not even carrying it. It's in my car."

The tentacle withdrew, holding the crumpled up plastic bag from earlier. "Yeah. I'm cleaning up the beach. You're holding a big damn hero here."

The tentacle brought the bag up to Cicero's look-alike's mouth, and thrust it into the mass of the blob. To Cicero's surprise, the plastic rapidly flaked apart and disintegrated. "That's... interesting," he said lamely.

The tentacle started searching through his other pockets, leaving Cicero to think. "All right. So whatever you are, it's not something I've ever seen or heard of. But you can digest complex hydrocarbons. And you've got fine enough control that you can make a look alike of me, but can do so without any visible muscles. Am I missing anything?"

The look-alike was becoming more and more refined as time went on. The folds in the hoodie were becoming more defined, proportions changed slightly, and details began to emerge with increasing clarity. It might have been the blood pooling in his head, but it flashed through Cicero's mind that he was pretty damn good-looking. I'd definitely do me, he thought absently.

The dragon-blob's eyes... flickered. There was really no other way to describe it, and it was gone as soon as it started. Cicero barely even noticed it. Suddenly, it moved closer until they were separated by mere inches. It brought up one of its hands and rested it on Cicero's jaw. "All right, now I'm really confused," the dragon started to say, but the creature silenced him by pressing its "mouth" on his.

"Mmm?" Cicero said into the kiss. At least he thought it was a kiss. Then he felt what could only be a tongue invade his mouth and start dueling with his. Definitely a kiss.

The dragon-blob withdrew, looking at him with what, if Cicero didn't know better, was a wry grin. Cicero gaped in return, an uncomfortable tightness having sprung up in his crotch. "I don't get it," he finally said.

The dragon-blob seemed to heave a sigh, and more tentacles sprung up out of the water. Instead of wrapping around his limbs, they started tugging at his hoodie and trunks. "Okay, wait, hang on, you can't eat those!" he protested. "Well, the trunks are polyester, so you probably can, but I need them!"

One of the tentacles yanked the front of his trunks open and slid inside, brushing over his crotch as it pulled on the material. Cicero stiffened at the contact, stifling a groan of annoyance as the stitches gave and tore, his trunks flying off in tattered shreds. His hoodie, thankfully not one of his favourites, followed a similar fate, leaving him naked in the thing's grasp.

He belatedly remembered that he was still achingly erect from the kiss and tried to bend his knees to cover up, but the tentacles around his ankles gave a yank and spread his legs further. To his embarrassment, the look-alike standing in front of him shimmered and grew a similar protuberance from its crotch.

"Now you're just making fun of me," the dragon muttered. Right on cue, his look-alike dropped a hand down to its crotch and started stroking his mirrored erection, looking at him with what could only be described as bedroom eyes.

"Are... are you coming on to me?" Cicero asked disbelievingly. A tentacle slapped against his mouth, silencing him. His look-alike grinned, sliding the tentacle down his jaw, stroking along his chest, and finally wrapping it around the dragon's throbbing cock.

"Hoo-kay, taking that as a yes," Cicero said. The tentacle gave his cock a couple pumps, making him groan involuntarily. He sagged in the tentacles' grip, looking down toward the water. "Don't mind me. Just trussed up on the beach, being jerked off by an unidentified organism with questionable sentience."

The dragon yelped as the tentacles spun him around, moving him so he was belly-down over the water. His look-alike raised a hand and tapped him on the nose, smiling smugly. Cicero frowned, momentarily forgetting the tentacle around his cock. "How much of what I'm saying can you understand? Because if I didn't know better, you're responding to me now."

The look-alike flicked his nose again. "I'm going to say that means 'a fair bit,'" Cicero grumbled. He tugged experimentally against his bonds again, but the tentacles remained firm. "So, now what? You're just gonna jerk me off now?"

He suddenly lurched forward and found himself face to face with his look-alike's transluscent cock. Cicero looked up, and his look-alike met his gaze with an expectant grin. "I'm gonna guess you've packed this thing with nerve endings, or whatever your equivalent is, haven't you?"

The look-alike reached down, grabbing its cock with a hand, and slapped it a few times against Cicero's mouth. "Yeah, yeah," the dragon replied. "I can take a hint."

He gave his look-alike's cock an experimental lick, and his earlier hypothesis was confirmed when the thing visibly shivered at the contact. Cicero grinned and decided to show off a little, opening his mouth and taking half the draconic shaft in a single swoop.

A sudden weight on his head surprised him as he started bobbing on his look-alike's cock. It took him a moment to realize that it was a transluscent hand. Gues that means appreciation, he thought, swirling his tongue around its cock and giving a small grin at the shudder it provoked. The tentacle on his own cock kept steadily pumping, enough to keep him fired up but not enough to make him lose focus.

He leaned forward, taking the look-alike's cock deeper, until his nose butted against its crotch. He snuck a glance up, noticing with some pride that his look-alike's head was thrown back in bliss. At some point, another tentacle had moved up from the water, and started playing with his balls and stroking the inside of his thighs.

Cicero moaned around the cock in his mouth, starting to get a bit more into it. The tentacle around his cock seemed to know exactly what he liked, varying the tempo and pausing every now and then to slide over his flared tip. Meanwhile the one playing with his balls was moving up to explore under his tail, brushing against his pucker.

The tentacles holding his arms loosened their hold, letting him reach forward and grab hold of his look-alike's hips, letting him pull its cock further into his mouth. The tentacle exploring his rear began circling his tight ring, as the ones securing his legs subtly spread them a bit further apart.

The dragon had a pretty good idea what was about to happen, but that didn't stop him from looking up and letting out a surprised "Mmph?" around his look-alike's cock when he felt the tentacle's blunt tip start to press against his pucker. His look-alike responded with nothing more than that familiar grin, and Cicero groaned as the tentacle pressed harder, popping past his ring after some brief resistance. Thankfully, it gave him some time to adjust before thrusting in further.

This really isn't how I imagined my day going, Cicero thought as he dove back onto his look-alike's cock, sucking it with even more vigour. But I'm not complaining.

The tentacle in his rear thrust forward again, thoroughly impaling him and rubbing hard against his prostate. Cicero grunted, his cock drooling a line of precum in response. The second tentacle tightened its grip around it and started pumping it in time with the first's thrusts, sending the dragon into ecstacy.

A distant part of Cicero's mind wondered how this might look to an observer. After a bit of consideration, that part concluded that it probably looked hot as fuck.

All too soon, the tentacle in his rear withdrew, leaving Cicero feeling horribly empty. A thicker tentacle replaced it almost immediately, though, stretching the dragon's abused pucker to even further limits. It didn't take its time like the first tentacle, slamming its way in and thrusting hard enough to send Cicero's spine stiffening. Another tentacle wrapped around his tail and yanked it up, giving the one plundering his depths better access.

The tentacles around Cicero's arms tightened again, drawing them back to his sides, as his look-alike wrapped its claws around his small horns before thrusting its cock into his mouth with wild abandon, fucking his face and making him love every second of it. The tentacle around his cock continued to keep time, driving him inexorably toward the edge.

Cicero moaned as the tentacle in his rear withdrew again, only for an even thicker one to replace it, this one large enough to set his stomach slightly bulging to mark its passage. Coherent thought had left him; the tentacle currently thrusting into him put all the other myriad cocks he'd taken to shame, even the horse from the gym a couple months ago, and that one had left him unable to walk straight for days. As a pleasant side effect, the massive tentacle absolutely crushed against his prostate, sending reverberations of bliss through his body with every thrust.

Cicero was suddenly pulled off his look-alike's cock, leaving him both gasping for air and moaning with disappointment. The tentacles lifted him up and leaned him back, grinding the large one even harder against his prostate and, more importantly, giving his look-alike access to his dripping cock. His moan when he felt the look-alike's maw engulf his member was cut off when another tentacle thrust into his mouth.

Too soon, he felt his orgasm approaching. "Mmmf!" he moaned around the tentacle in his mouth, trying to give his look-alike a signal to pull off and give him a moment. There was no question as to whether or not the mirror image understood, but the way it pulled Cicero's cock further into his mouth advertised that it had other ideas.

Cicero came just as the tentacle in his rear thrust in, sending a blast of ecstasy through his entire body. His cock tensed and fired off in the look-alike's mouth, painting its throat with his cum. The tentacle in his mouth withdrew, letting him gasp aloud with each spasm, his head tilting back. Just when he thought he was done, the tentacle in his ass pulsed, sending a last spurt of cum into the look-alike's throat.

The dragon slumped, the afterglow having temporarily short-circuited his higher brain functions. It took a few moments for him to reboot, during which the massive tentacle decreased in size and began to withdraw. He moaned as it exited his well-used hole, leaving it clenching in its absence. He took a moment to catch his breath, and found himself chuckling for no particular reason. "That," he panted, "was one hell of a fuck."

His look-alike brought him back down to face level, cupping a hand behind his head and drawing him in for a kiss. The final surprise came when the look-alike's tongue pushed Cicero's cum into his mouth as it wrestled with his. The familiar, salty taste surprised him, mixed as it was with the look-alike's faint seawater flavour. After a moment, he sighed and leaned into it, sharing out his cum between their mouths.

The look-alike withdrew, its tentacles unwinding themselves from Cicero's various appendages and letting him drop to the beach. The waves from the oncoming storm had increased in size, making Cicero wonder how long he'd been there. His look-alike didn't seem to notice them, just letting them crash against its back.

Cicero stared mutely at the creature for a moment, struggling to process what had just happened. "Why?" he finally asked.

His look-alike surprised him by shrugging. "You just fucked me because you suddenly felt like it," Cicero said flatly. "Not that I mind, I'm just... confused." He sighed. "Wish I knew more about you."

The look-alike shrugged again.

Cicero sighed. "Guess not every mystery has to be solved." Before he could react, a tentacle shot over and tapped him on the nose. He shot his look-alike a glare, and it responded by grinning, giving a jaunty wave, and vanishing beneath the waves, leaving Cicero alone on the beach.

Right on cue, a raindrop fell on his head, rapidly followed by nearly a dozen more. The rain swept in like a curtain, quickly drenching the beach and churning the surf into foam. Cicero let it fall on him; after all, he didn't exactly have to worry about his clothes being wet.

The dragon suddenly sat bolt upright. His keys! They'd been in the pocket of his swimming trunks, the tattered shreds of which had long since been sucked out by the riptide. He could get back to his house without clothes, luck willing, but without his keys he was thoroughly stuck.

Ptooey.

Something jangled onto the beach beside him. Cicero looked at it blankly. His keys. He looked out toward the surf, where the strange tentacle creature was obviously still lurking. "Thanks," he called out lamely.

He picked up his keys and stood, looking out over the ocean. "Don't go anywhere," he said. "I'll be back. I'm not letting go of this mystery that easily."

He turned to head toward his car, then stopped, shooting the surf the same wry grin his look-alike had taken to mimicking. "Besides, you think I'm settling for a one-night stand after a fuck like that?"

Deep in the surf, Cicero's look-alike smiled. I'm counting on it, it thought.