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“We told you not to get into the wrong current, little fin,” Dick says, winking.

The flow has stopped, turning the cephalopod highway into a real traffic jam. The Titans, who’d been traveling, have now turned their attention to Jason. They’re surrounding Jason now, checking out this little paradise mer who doesn’t belong here. Who has stumbled into the wrong neighborhood.

Jason tries to dart out of the stream of ocean current, but he’s surrounded from all sides. Tentacles and coiling limbs pressing inward and streaking across his torso and tail, front and back, left and right. They close in on him with their suckers and flexible arms, until they form walls around him, squeezing him so he can’t move. Octopuses, squids, and cuttlefish. It’s cephalopod country.

Jason puffs up his cheeks and hisses out a streak of air bubbles, but to the Titans, that’s nothing but a laughable attempt at intimidation by an inferior prey species.

They curl their tendrils around him, tying him up, tickling him. Jason swaps some away, but they always come back. Suckers stick to his skin and scales, impossible to get rid of.

He even feels them at the slit in his tail, where his pussy is hidden.

Dick, the leader of the Titans and his adoptive brother, flaunts his eight limbs by swimming back and forth. Some of his tentacles get suckered onto Jason’s face; some end up wrapping round and round his neck, latching onto him through suction.

“It’s no place for a little paradise fish, little brother,” Dick says. “There are a lot of predators out there.”

“Okay, let me go. I’ve had enough.”

“Hmm… no. I think it’s time to teach little intrepid mers a lesson.”

Between them, Jason is just a small fish, a recently adult mer with a beautiful red tail and short, showy fins, unable to match their long, trailing tendrils and flexible bodies. And there are too many of them, so Jason can’t get away once they have him. The tentacles near his pussy start poking inward, making Jason hiss when they force their way inside, squirming and shifting their soft bodies further into his passage.

Jason hopes those are someone’s arms rather than their hectocotylus. He doesn’t want to lay fertilized eggs before he turns nineteen.

The Titans are parting; Dick swims closer, filling the gap left by his friends. He pokes at Jason’s mermussy.

Dick hangs onto Jason, using his eight limbs like they’re hooks. Jason glowers at him when he caresses his cheek with a sucker-lined tendril that ends up sticking to his skin.

“The highway was congested because it’s mating season for us,” Dick says, teasing a tentacle beneath Jason’s chin. “Did you come here specifically to get some cephalopod dick, little slut?”

Jason wants to say something snarky back, but there’s a tentacle in his mouth now. He moans around it. Dick might not be completely right, but he’s right in that Jason is morbidly curious about the Titans and their habits, their rituals. So what if everyone was horny and looking for a mate? Jason wanted to see!

He just got carried away, that was all.

Dick is starting to tickle Jason’s entrance down there with all his friends’ tentacles, now. This time it has to be his hectocotylus, Jason is sure. Dick is an asshole.

“Don’t you know fish like you get eaten out here?” says Roy, one of Dick’s friends. He’s a cuttlefish with bright red limbs and tentacles, stunningly striped in gold.

“He knows,” says Garfield, the green octopus. “Mer just wants to be a part of the party!”

Victor pipes in, “We can’t leave the mer hanging, then.”

Joey, the silent purple squid, nods in agreement.

A pair of tentacles press open his mer-cunt like pincers as Dick drives into him. Jason gasps in a flow of water around the tentacle in his mouth, clenching around the intrusion. Dick holds him close with his eight limbs, some of which slide around his skin lewdly, making his vestigial nipples stand.

He’s invaded by another tip, someone else’s hectocotylus. Jason clenches around them, moaning pathetically.

They invade him, coiling, curling, pulsating with the cephalopods’ lust. Jason writhes with pleasure while the tendrils seem to rip him apart. There are just too many of them.

Just as the Titans start to reach their first orgasms, as a team, they start inking.

It has to be practiced. It starts with Dick, releasing misty black ink in the water, choking Jason with his release. The leader is soon followed by the rest of the team.

They ink around Jason’s head, obscuring his face and vision. Jason is completely blinded by ink as the cephalopods tenta-handle him around, dragging him with their tentacles while they take turns releasing inside his mermussy. The tentacle in his mouth squirts into his throat, and since Jason can’t cough it out, he has no choice but to swallow.

“This’ll teach you not to get yourself mixed up with the wrong crowd,” Dick says when it’s done, kissing Jason on the cheek mockingly.

Jason is too tired to speak, still bound hand-and-fins by his brother’s friends.

Deep down, though, he knows. He’d do it again.