\n\t\t\t\t\tArztinDante is mine ^_^
There are things that lurk beneath, not that you would believe it floating peacefully among the fishies and parrot squid. The ocean waters at night are something beautiful to behold. lit up like ghostly stars spinning in the tide in bio-luminescence. Not that Dante was uninformed of the danger, he left his shorts hanging on the sign that read, "Warning: No swimming. Definitely NO skinny dipping. Tentacle Season."
But Dante knew, it wasn't the ocean unless you were naked. And it was already worth it to just be weightless, to feel like he had the entire ocean to himself, the currents playing with him like a toy. He came back to the surface for air, the sound of his open maw priming his lungs for the next dive, the feeling of his feet kicking against the nothingness below. It was amazing and Dante cheered out into the darkness in happiness. A cheer he expected an echo from, but when suddenly the ocean responded. It instead went dark.
Dante tilted his head, treading to see what happened. The glowfish were never scared by his voice before. But it was as if the entire shoreline had turned off the lights. Suddenly, Dante was very alone. Or worse. Dante's breath slowed at the fear that something big had scared off every other colony of sparkling creature and felt that he, too, should do the same - but he was over 50 feet from shore. It would take him a while to move that distance and a lot of splashing and anything big enough to want him, would get him. He felt his heart clam up from the idea of gnashing teeth of death or a school of barracuda or - something else.
Sucking the salt from his lips, Dante decided to freeze, trying to hold his breath in order to remain buoyant among the churning waves. To be as still as driftwood. His skin felt cold beneath his fur, even in the warm waters. And suddenly something brushed past his paw, sending his ears up and his head plunging towards the waters. He quickly kicked to regain his position. Thinking, "Just a fish. Just a fish." Trying to censor out other scary thoughts. If he was wrong, what else could he do?
Of course he knew, fish weren't that slimy, that soft, that strong... The thought percolated on the boys mind just long enough to form a realization when suddenly he felt a strong snare wrap his left ankle. The world heard a momentary cry and then a splash. Nothing. Nothing except to the fishes who heard the gurgling scream plunge down the depths behind a trail of bubbles.
Dante grabbed at his paw seeking to free it from the grip. The slimy creature only welcomed the second appendage, snatching his arm and pulling it back, slipping round and round his forearm, locking it in place. And as it wrapped it's third noodly appendage around his right leg and tickled his inner thigh, he giggled. And then, as if knowing something, tickled the creature back, and spread his legs wide to make available his chilly nub above his ballsack. His playfulness alarmed him, but he couldn't help it. He was also almost out of breath, but oddly grabbed into the darkness and hoped the wise tentacles would understand. He was needed, but he also had needs besides their needs. But the creature seemed to understand without words being exchanged, teasing at his chin from behind his back, before slipping into his mouth.
Dante exhaled, and more importantly, he inhaled, letting the wild fresh flame of oxygen rush over him. He'd been captured. Was breaking the unwritten treaty with the tentacles. He knew this now, again - the thoughts penetrated his mind. The tentacle master would extract something from him now for breaking these rules. As the edge of it's lip slipped over his soaked ballsack, Dante could feel the gooyey sensation of his sperm slip around pleasantly in it's gentle massaging, and his privates began to grow instinctively to mate - or in this case, to be milked. Another tentacles slipped against his side causing him to laugh aloud, and for a moment, he almost swallowed a bunch of salt water. But the sucker in his mouth yanked at his tongue reminding him that that would be a bad idea - Dante agreed. Tickles were to be expected anyways... they were good at that.
And they were also great when they started sucking, especially once they defrocked him and began to slide and suckle from tip to base at his own noodly appendage, coaxing out all of that slippery white goo out of him. Dante began to gyrate his hips as he quivered with pleasure and he began to acclimate to being, to sharing in oxygen and pleasure to being used as he was as his slowly his mind melted into the roll of the tide, and a pace of endless edging, ejaculation and rejuvination overcame him. Naughty pandas needed to pay for playing in the water, but it wasn't all that bad. No. It was nice.
...
Morning came and Dante rolled over on the shore, his body felt sticky, wet and his was entirely unkept. The light house captain, a walrus, hit him with a shoe.
"Wake up! Wake up or I'm tossing ya back in the waves ya little outlaw!"
Dante's eyes flickered open, the hot beam of the sun being too much to bear. He turned over, the sensation of churning and rejuvenation tingling still in his nutsack, he looked up at the captain, "OMG, I had the most amazing wet dream."
The captain smacked him in the head full force with the shoe again, as Dante grew embarrassed at what he'd just said and covered himself up with his tail.
"Yeah, I bet you did!" The captain growled. "Read the dernned sign next time!"