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Two inklings stood at the edge of a concrete dock with cigarettes in hand, one with her back leaned against the railing and head turned just enough so she could see what was happening and the other gawking with a small smile and quirked brow.

"Think he's gonna die?" Asked the one with bright pink eyes.

"Money's on whether he gets bitten and runs away or just straight up eaten then?" Said the one with sharp green eyes.

"I put money on him runnin'. Journalists are good at running when they need to." Green eyes said with a chuckle while she took a pull of her cigarette.

Pink eyes grunted and flicked his cigarette over the edge of the rails, "He's a goner. Look at him! He's going right up to that salmonid to do who knows what journalists do with dangerous creatures!"

It was true. A journalist with sun-kissed skin was out on the rocky beach wearing a tank top and shorts. He had a notepad in hand and his violet eyes were set firmly on the large salmonid before him. The salmonid was a large fish-like creature with a large and rounded belly. Its scales were pale green with hints of pink and it had a red mohawk of all things atop of its head. That so-called creature sat there with a blank stare as the journalist opened his mouth to speak. Both inklings at the dock watched, green eyes turning around fully to put her hands on the rail and wait for the inevitable to happen. The salmonid blinked and tilted his head before peering down at the journalist who was wiggling a pen at him. There could be something said for the bravery of the journalist but the two witnesses simply thought of him as stupid. When the salmonid started to open his mouth and move it like he was talking, both of the inklings gawked. Salmonids were dangerous and rarely ever wanted anything to do with inklings but here was this journalist talking to him as if it was nothing. They kept on talking while the journalist occasionally scribbled something on his paper. Eventually, the conversation had ended and the salmonid lifted a fin to grab and shake the inklings hand both of them grinning. Just when both of the inklings on the dock thought that their bets had been lost together, the salmonid opened his maw wide and closed it over the inkling. Both of them gasped, green eyes dropping her cigarette while the Salmonid leaped into the green waters to swim away.

Green eyes cursed and stamped her foot down before reaching into her shorts to tug out some cash and slap it onto her partner's open hand, "Damn it all. I can't believe I actually lost that!"

Pink eyes chuckled, "Sure 'nuff I knew I'd win. No way an inkling and salmonid could get along. They're always hoarding those power eggs and trading them with Octarians, but uh, shouldn't we say something?"

"Hm?" Green eyes quirked her brow for a second before sighing, "Oh yeah, guess we should go to the guy's office or something. Who did he work for?"

Pink eyes nodded, "Hmmm...No clue. Let's go find out I guess."

With that said, both of the inklings at the dock headed out to find out who the journalist had previously worked for before his untimely demise but of course, how could they have known that he was just fine? Roe felt awful, just awful but he was absolutely fine. Back and forth in a muggy hell surrounded by a stickiness that he had never experienced before he expected to meet his last moments. He had made the mistake of trusting the salmonid thinking that he would be getting an exclusive interview but here he was in the maw of the beast waiting for it to stop tasting him to actually get it over with. What he couldn't figure out, was why the creature had bothered talking with him at all if all it planned on doing was consuming him. In the end, it was just another question to be answered and one that he hoped he could reach a conclusion to. Dying with regrets or any unanswered questions might make it so he comes back as a vengeful ghost and he wouldn't want to haunt anyone, well, except this bastard of a fish that ate him. He'd be more than happy to haunt him. Suddenly, he fell back against the creature's mouth and everything started to turn around and around. It was the end! Truly, he was going to be swallowed and that was all that was going to happen! All of his life, all of his career put down the gullet of a fat salmonid who he had so foolishly trusted but just as he was preparing himself for that end, a light began to shine.

Again he was turned over but this time he was spat right out of the creature's maw and onto the ground. He winced as he found himself head and shoulders first on what felt like concrete. Being in the dark of the creature's maw had made his eyes sensitive to light and it took a bit before he adjusted. Firstly, everything was upside down and secondly, he saw what appeared to be not one but several salmonids gathered around him of various sizes. Some were large and some were just as small as he was and his friend who had taken him hear stood there with a big grin and crossed fins. Roe rolled over to sit on his rear and take a good look around him. There were buildings made of scrap metal and lamps too but he wasn't quite sure where this strange city was. It must have been out in the ocean somewhere maybe on some sort of barge.

When he realized that he had not been betrayed, he ran a hand through the tendrils of his hair and sighed, "You know, you could have just carried me over the water. I would have been fine."

The salmonid grunted, "Woulda been tougher to get y'to here. Needed my fins to swim right?"

Roe blinked, "Oh, right. Well...Why didn't you warn me?"

The fat salmonid reached down and hefted Roe and onto his head before chuckling, "Cuz I thought it would be funny!"

Roe frowned but allowed himself to be carted away by the salmonid as the onlookers began to gather. It felt like it would be best not to complain too much about anything that was happening. The salmonids that were showing up seemed to vary from curious to irritated about his presence and he could understand why. His kind along with Grizz Co appropriated their eggs for their own purposes and well, most painted these creatures as stupid and savage. He wanted to learn more about the salmonids from the source itself despite knowing that they weren't really allowed to communicate with them and so here he was.

The inkling was escorted to one of the many buildings scattered along the makeshift city. Inside he had expected some sort of interrogation room or maybe even a cell but instead, he was lead along to a living room with a ceiling fan, a TV and a couch where three other salmonids of similar size sat. The salmonid that was carrying him set him down finally and put a fin atop his head. He grunted something toward the others who appeared rather perturbed by his appearance before his back was slapped.

Roe winced but put a hand up in the air, "Uh...Hi, I'm here to learn about you all and hopefully get to understand this side of things a bit more. I uh, I'll be in your care?"

One of the salmonids got up from the couch and took hold of a can on a table nearby before coming over to him. The salmonid cracked open the can and offered it. Carefully, Roe took the can and tried to get a look at what was inside. It fizzled horrible and smelled like something sharp and sour but he couldn't see the liquid itself. Gulping, he brought the can to his lips and dipped his head back to drink it down quickly rather than slowly. What a mistake. The burning that rushed down his tongue and throat was almost intense enough to make him cry but a little misting was all that he allowed as he chugged the entire can down. When he gasped and crushed the can in his hand he looked to see that all of the salmonids were grinning. Again his back was slapped and the salmonids in the room cheered and brought him toward the couch. Well, that was easier than he thought it would've been.

Roe sat down in the middle and grinned through all the shoulder pats and the ruffling of his hair. He even beamed as he was handed another can of liquid fire before chugging it down to show that he was a team player. The inkling had thought that if he drank it down that they might not be so quick to offer another but of course, he was wrong. They kept on dropping cans of the stuff into his hand and taking away the empty ones to the kitchen or wherever they were going. He expected more meat and violence but all they were doing was clubbing out to some Off the Hook, which was weird considering that they were an inkling duo. He got a few questions in here and there but for the most part, it seemed like he had been dragged into a party. Roe understood all too well that his presence there wasn't a comfortable one and so he did what he could to make them comfortable and went along with everything.

After the third or so can, he started to have trouble recognizing the fact that what he was drinking was a foul and burning thing. The sour and sharp taste felt like nothing on his numb tongue and his mind felt just a little fuzzy. Roe had trouble recalling the reason that he was here but the music was popping enough that he didn't care. He got up to dance with a few of the salmonids and more filtered in through the door without him even realizing it. Around ten of the big chubby creatures had entered and gotten themselves cans to chug down on that stuff that was making his mind and body feel so good.

Before long, he had a bit of trouble balancing but wherever he stumbled, there was a warm body to help him back on his feet. His cheeks were flushed with color and his eyes were half-lidded at all times while a crooked smile touched his features. The drinks had stopped coming to his hands but that didn't mean the party was over. It was during the height of this little festivity where he felt something warm and heavy sliding against his shoulder. When he turned his head he found himself face to face with a fat slab of meat poking out from a salmonid's crotch. The tip was tapered and dripping something thick onto the floor. He wasn't drunk enough not to recognize what that was and found his cheeks growing hotter by the second. He wondered if this was also part of them trying to get more comfortable around him or had this been their desire all along? Rather than push away, he leaned forward and planted his mouth against the side of the salmonid's cock, eyes shut as he dragged his tongue all the way to the tip.

With this action, it felt like almost every single creature in the room stopped to stare at what had just happened. Roe hiccuped and felt the heat in his face slide down into his body as he started to slip out of his clothes to let his humanoid form out into the open. Sure, why not? He was already here, he was already drunk, might as well make it a real party and save the journalism for afterward. The air felt cool against his hot skin as he finally got out of every little bit of clothing covering his form. He stepped out of his shorts and immediately the salmonids rushed him. One of them tried to play rough with him, grabbing his tendrils to yank it firmly but the original salmonid that had brought him over gave that one a firm swat on the cheek and growled something in their own language. The salmonid that had tried to treat him roughly huffed and stepped back, letting others come forward with their cocks out and their drooling maws held in hungry grins.

Even as buzzed as he was, Roe could still be impressed by the size of the creature's cocks. Each and every one of them had a shaft that would make even the most hung of inkling feel tiny. One of his hands massaged the underside of one while his other hand gripped and tugged at the tapered tip of another. At the same time, he felt someone grab onto his ass, something warm and slick sliding down his back until he felt the kiss of a sticky tongue sliding between his cheeks. He shuddered and bent over a bit to give the salmonid some room while he continued to stroke and service the boys in hand.

They cooed and groaned in response to his touches and he gasped as he felt one slap against his cheek. He craned his head just enough to kiss the tip and put his lips on it to suckle while he stifled a moan from the tongue that was dipping into his rear. Roe's own meager cock began to twitch and grow until it was nice and fully erect from the sensation of that large tongue dipping into his rear and spread over his taint and balls. His own mouth was preoccupied with a salmonid's cock who had decided to dip into his maw rather than wait around. Roe didn't gag as he felt the tip of that shaft grind against the back of his throat and he shuddered as he felt one of the cocks in hand spurt a thick drop of pre onto his cock. That shaft, in particular, was bulging and throbbing violently and so he made sure to massage and stroke it faster. His efforts were met with a grunt and growl from one of the beasts as it thrust against his hand and blew its hot load against his cheek, white on almond kissing together.

He made sure to give the cock that had just blown its load one last squeeze before it was replaced by another just as thick and just as eager. Next, the salmonid in his mouth started to move faster, his nose touching the creature's crotch with every thrust. The lack of air combined with the thick taste of sticky salt in his mouth made it difficult to think about anything other than the events on display right now and he took it all in with pleasure and a muffled moan rolling out of his maw. Making it just that harder to breathe was a sudden orgasm from the creature in his mouth, tapered cock bouncing in his maw to let out a thick load of hot cum that poured out all the way down his throat to join the burning alcohol in his gut. When he was done swallowing that thick mixture, his body was suddenly yanked away and brought to the couch where his legs were split apart by the ankles and the original salmonid that had taken him was bearing down on him with tongue out, drool dripping onto his chest and fat cock poised to enter.

Roe shivered and muttered, "So much for that interview."

The salmonid chuckled, "Think of this as a cultural exchange."

There were many things that he could say against that but before he could say a single thing, that slippery cock slid into his rear. The tip was easy enough thanks to the fact that it was tapered but as the salmonid continued to push inside, Roe could feel slight hints of pain dancing along the warmth from being spread. He was absolutely going to be destroyed by this hulking monster but just as that unpleasant thought rolled through him, the salmonid dipped down and planted his maw over the inkling's mouth to share a sloppy kiss. His eyes grew wide as he felt that tongue force its way into his mouth to dance against his own. Roe shuddered and suckled on that tongue, grateful for the distraction to the stretching that he was undergoing. It felt like the salmonid was robbing his breath with that massive tongue that just kept on dipping deeper and deeper until it might as well have been one of the other salmonid's cocks.

While his body was being stretched and his legs were still held, he could see that the other salmonids didn't need him necessarily to pleasure them all. There were salmonids with their rears being stuffed, some who sat on other's face and many who were in the midst of fucking. The room became a chorus of sticky slapping and other noises that joined together to make such a beautiful song. Roe found himself growing more and more attached to the heat building in the room. The atmosphere formed a miasma that curled around his chin and captured his mind in the most wonderful of ways. It told him to forget about any reason that he had been here originally, and yet, there was one presence that was stronger than that haze.

Roe gasped as he felt the tongue of the salmonid yank away and his rear suddenly stretch wide as the beast's fat belly touched his own, "Would ya look at that? Hilted! Here I thought you'd be too sensitive to take anythin' hard. Yer kind are pretty fragile after all."

At this point, Roe was beyond logic and his heart and body spoke for him, "You can fill me until I'm fat with your mark and I think I'd be fine even if a big guy like you tugged my hair."

Egging on a creature at least double his size could have gone terribly but it seemed like a fun idea. The result of his tease was a sudden grinding of that fat cock inside of his body over and over again. It was like a switch had been suddenly flicked as the salmonid pounded inside of his ass. Each thrust brought out a little growl and each push brought out a groan from his own mouth that mixed in with the sound of sex around him. Faster and faster the salmonid went as if he actually had a womb to breed. The weight pressing down on him gave him some form of comfort to hold onto while his body was being dragged along through sensation after sensation. There was a moment where the beast stopped, maw open as the salmonid panted.

Roe figured that he could recover with this little pause in their interaction but a sudden heat struck his insides with such intensity that he felt like he was being stretched out again. Warm cum poured into his rear, marking his insides with the salmonid's seed. From the sudden sensation of being filled so thoroughly, his own cock bounced and began to let out a meager load that splashed out onto the salmonid's round belly. The creature pressed down on him, grunting and gnashing those large fangs while the hot cum kept on flowing. It felt like his gut was bloated from all the cum being pushed inside of his rear but it was finally all over. He could finally rest easy while everyone else around him kept on going. Roe wasn't sure if he had the stamina to even attempt another round.

As he began to push himself up, he was dragged so his back hit the couch and he blinked, eyes looking up toward the salmonid who was grinning like a wild creature. The movement started again and he tried to sound off some sort of noise of annoyance but instead, he moaned as his rear was pounded and his legs were tugged to bring him closer while the salmonid laid over him. He was pinned by the creature's body, their hips meeting with a noise that echoed out with the rest of the sex that was happening in the room. With the feeling of the creature pressing down on him and the fog in his mind growing ever thicker, he couldn't help but start to close his eyes and let his mind drift. The alcohol had taken its toll and the creature pounding into his body didn't realize or perhaps didn't care how exhausted he was. Sleep came, even as his gut was being filled to the brim.

Roe woke up with a start. He sat upon a rocky shore and looked all around before grabbing his head. A pang of pain radiated in his mind telling him to grab some water and maybe take a long nap but he got up slowly and looked out toward the ocean where the sun was coming down and its oranges were kissing the green of the toxic ocean. When he looked down, he was fully clothed but he noticed something odd. He patted down his pockets and couldn't find his notepad or phone anywhere. With a frown, he looked down until he found his phone laid gingerly on the rocks. Taking it up he saw that the display was on and his cheeks flushed red as he saw images of his body being posed and lugged around a bunch of horny fat salmonids. His rear was dripping cum and his face was practically coated in the stuff. When he moved his finger to delete the pictures, he paused and looked around to make sure no one was watching before he simply turned the display off and pocketed the phone. He never got his damn interview but at least he had some sort of difference to what the usual story was with salmonids. With a wince, he started walking off while two inklings watched him, one exchanging money with the other while grinning wide.