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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Splatoon, Splatoon_2
  Relationship:
      Flow_/_Inkling
  Character:
      Flow_-_Character, Inkling
  Additional Tags:
      Shota, Femdom, Shotacon, Hermaphrodites, Drug_Use, Submission, Cum
      Inflation, Anal_Sex, Cunnilingus
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-01-26 Words: 3143
****** Go With The Flow ******
by nicestories
Summary
     "Aunt Flow" shows she's not always a softie when she catches a
     naughty shoplifter. I'm sure she'll extract payment from them one way
     or another.
Notes
     I was planning to make multiple versions of this, such as a girl
     version, and versions for each wherein things get much rougher and
     more extreme and violent and the whole "some sea slugs are
     hermaphrodites with venomous penis spines they stab each other with"
     thing would be more deeply explored, but i lost my evil horny energy,
     so you'll have to make do with just this initial version.
     Sorry I didn't bother giving the inkling a name, but hopefully it
     remains clear who is who. you know how things can be - scenes seem so
     clear in your head but risk becoming muddled without intense rereads
     and editing.
Once upon a time, there was a cocky little inkling who thought he had
everything figured out. All the gear he could want was at his fingertips, with
a quick tug or a snip, the anti-shoplifting tags were gone and he could stroll
out easy peasy. With all the inklings clamoring for stuff, it was simple to
disappear into the crowd.
His favorite place to lift free gear from was Headspace. Flow the sea-slug
shopkeeper seemed so spacey and laid back, he sometimes wondered if he could
just load up armfuls of gear and walk out with it, but the watchful eyes of
their weird little shrimp who lived in her hair (or was that her hat? or her
head?) made him think twice about anything so bold. Still, he managed to snag
the most easy loot from there, shrimp or no shrimp.
Sometimes Flow herself would walk up and ask him if he needed help finding
anything. This sort of thing was always a shoplifter's greatest test, keeping
cool in the face of questioning! He always managed to politely brush off the
hippie slug. He was confident he didn't arouse any suspicion in her. She always
looked at people funny, right? He was sure he'd be able to skim free junk from
Headspace for as long as he wanted with no problem.
He was terribly mistaken.
It was one day close to closing time. He probably shouldn't have hung around
that long in the first place, as the flow of busy shoppers he used as cover
would dwindle. "Oh squiddo, I recognize you! We've got to talk about the state
of your aura, little dude!" Flow exclaimed as she shuffled up to him and laid
an insistent and sticky hand on his forearm.
Don't panic, don't lose your cool! He reminded himself, suppressing his urge to
pull free and bolt. Running would be like admitting guilt! You can get out of
this no problem.
"Recognize me? Sorry m-ma'am, I don't shop here often, you must have me
confused wit-"
Flow's sticky grip tightened. The clock chimed and the inkling couldn't pull
away. Her shrimpy helper Craymond drifted off to shoo out the last few other
shoppers and flip the shop's sign to "closed".
She's got me... maybe if I turn on the waterworks and grovel enough she'll back
off?The Inkling boy's mind spun with possibilities for escape or forgiveness.
"Little dude..." Flow began softly. "You know what I'm gonna talk to you about.
I really do respect the urge to stick it to the man and fight capitalism and
all that, but I've also got to take care of myself. It's not just about me,
though! Don't you see you're like, hurting yourself and harming your community
by stealing fr..."
As Flow prattled on, the inkling concentrated on his saddest memories and tried
to wrench up tears to get this lady to take pity on him and back off, all while
she tugged him toward the shop's backrooms.
"...the state of your karma, man! You don't want to reincarnate as a salmonid
or something, do you?" she continued yammering her half-baked guilt trip
speech.
Flow finally tugged the boy into the backroom of Headspace, and yanked him in
front of a bank of monitors.
"And on top of all that, I've got you on tape enough times to have you
blacklisted from every shop in Inkopolis."
She was right. He swallowed back his tears as he watched recordings of himself
on her dusty old security monitors, grabbing items, tugging off the alarm tags
and scurrying away.
"I - I can't pay you back, I already sold or gave away most of the stuff I
took, and spent the cash I got for it. Please don't get me blacklisted from the
shops... an Inkling who can't shop doen't have a future! Please!" he blurted
out in a panic.
He fell to his knees in front of Flow. "I... I made a mistake! Please, have m-
mercy!"
Flow's expression softened into a smile. "Oh, you poor little scamp, how
thoughtless I've been. You must be absolutely impoverished to need to stoop to
such measures, no?" Flow inquired as she laid a sticky hand on his hair-
tentacles and rubbed his head affectionately.
Hah! I did it! the old waterworks and begging routine saves me again...the
inkling thought with silent triumph.
"Don't worry little man, I've got just the thing in mind to let you pay me
back, if you're up for it?"
"What did you have in mind?"
"Oh, I was just thinking you could do some very special work for me... have
your parents or your teachers given you "the talk" yet, squiddo?" Flow asked
with a curious head tilt.
The inkling nearly burst out laughing. What year did this lady think it was? He
and all his friends had seen explicit fucking on computers and phones for years
now, even if they hadn't been up for experimenting with one another yet.
"Don't worry, Ma'am, I kn-"
"Please, call me "auntie", would you?" Flow said as she led him to another
backroom furnished with comfortable cushions, rugs, and wall hangings.
"Don't worry, auntie, I know all about that kinda stuff. You... you want to do
it, with me?" He swallowed hard. He'd heard rumors that some inklings stooped
to renting their bodies for cash. He and some of his friends had done a lot of
talking about possible sexual goals and fantasies, but being suddenly taken in
by an older woman like this was still an intimidating shock, especially knowing
she had blackmail material on him.
"Sure I do, dude! Who wouldn't?" Flow said as she lit up a hookah in the center
of the room and took a puff. "I spend all day watching you cuuute little
inklings rushing to and fro, buying stuff, changing your outfits, showing off
in your tight, tight shorts, who wouldn't want a taste, am I right? You smoke?"
Flow passed a hookah pipe to the inkling.
"Um, what's in it?"
"Oh, something that'll help you feel real good." Flow reassured him.
Wanting to appear tough, he took a big puff and concentrated on not coughing.
Still, he spluttered some smoke out when Flow lifted his shirt off him and
started peeling him out of his tight wetsuit. This lady was thirsty for some
squid dick!
Flow was shorter than an inkling, but when she pushed him back onto a cushion,
finished peeling him out of his undersuit, and had her slimy slug hands all
over him, he suddenly felt a lot smaller. "And you're all so athletic! You get
sooo much exercise running around playing your little ink-squirting games,
don't you!" Flow continued gushing praise as she felt his body top to bottom,
squeezing and poking leaving a thin trail of sea slug slime everywhere she
touched.
Damn, this slug is drooling all over me... this feels... really good! the
inkling thought. He found Flow's exploration and adoration of his body
pleasing, his ego being stroked.
Eventually Flow turned her attention to the inkling's already achingly hard
dick. She quirked a smile. "Hmm, you've got some years of growing left to do,
but I bet you'll be quite a catch someday." Flow kept up her gentle praise as
she gave the inkling's dick a couple of gentle strokes.
"Ah, it's your auntie's turn now. Pay attention squiddo, it's time for the most
hands-on biology lesson of your life!" Flow said as she began to shed her shawl
and dress.
The inkling sat up and did indeed pay attention. He was a little worried that
Flow's body would be an ugly, saggy, bloated, slimy mess, and that this
experience would turn sour. Some of his crueler peers speculated as much about
her body when they gossiped about Flow. He was relieved when a moderately
attractive, shiny, squishy little body was unveiled before him. Flow's petite
stature translated into a petite figure, but pleasantly plump and coated in a
smooth sheen of slime due to her sluggy nature.
Flow slowly crawled on top of him, her single foot and trailing slug tail
undulating weirdly and massaging his body as she came to rest with her cunt
right in front of the pinned inkling's face.
"Let's not forget, squiddo, that you're here to start paying back a debt for
all that dreadful thieving you did. Still, you'll learn a thing or two that may
impress any future girlfriends of yours..." Flow purred as she reached down to
part her pussy lips and plant herself onto the inkling's mouth.
The inkling took the cue and started licking. Flow encouraged him to reach in
deeper with his tongue, suck on her fat, goopy clit, switch up his speed,
direction, and pressure, instructing him in how to please her better. Globs of
slime drooled off of Flow's body and out of her pussy. He didn't really want
to, but the inkling couldn't help swallowing at least some. It seemed like a
nasty thing to do at first, but the taste wasn't too bad, especially when he
started getting used to it.
Maybe it was the single puff from the hookah he'd had, but the inkling began
feeling very strange. His whole body tingled. His lips and tongue felt prickly
as he continued slurping at Flow's slug pussy.
"Miss Flow, I'm-" he began
"Auntie." She reminded him.
"Auntie, I'm feeling weird. My mouth-"
"Don't worry, the venom from the penis spines isn't dangerous, especially not
to a squid your size."
"Oh that's a reli- venom? Peni-"
The inkling watched in shock as Flow's fat, slimy clit lurched and inflated,
thickening and extending.
"I thought you said you knew all about sex already, little squiddo? Didn't
anyone tell you sea slugs are hermaphrodites?"
The inkling was speechless as Flow's cock continued to unsheathe itself and
flopped heavily over his face, throbbing and drooling slimy cum.
"I have spines that have been pricking your mouth with little amounts of venom
as youve been tending to my cunt. Does it feel good? I've been holding back,
different partners react differently to it, I could dose you up with more..."
Flow explained to the inkling as he watched tiny spines flex in and out of
Flow's intimidating new dick.
"I, I, I don't know if I-" The inkling began, his eyes transfixed on Flow's
whopping cock. He should be afraid. He was afraid. However, deep down inside
him, new cravings were being born. It's the drugs, It's the venom... I... I
don't want... he tried to lie to himself.
"Don't worry, I've been gentle with you so far, haven't I? There's no need to
be afraid of your sweet Aunt Flow!" Flow soothed the inkling as she flipped him
over beneath her, scooting downwards. The Inkling struggled half-heartedly to
unstick himself from beneath her. The cushion he was pinned to was positioned
in front of a mirror. The Inkling merely had to look ahead to see himself being
mounted by the little sea-slug, and watch everything she was about to do to
him.
"Now I'm going to teach you about a little something called the prostate, it's
a special little something that can be found right around... HERE!" Flow
exclaimed as her slimy cock thudded easily up into the inkling's bowels. She
hit her mark. The Inkling's struggles stopped abruptly with a gasp. Flow had
indeed hit her mark and the inkling's body was shocked with a new pleasure it
had never felt before.
"I knew you'd like it. Now sit tight and don't panic. You'll feel a little,
heh, prick! Don't worry, Auntie Flow's venom is goood for you..." she stroked
the inkling's head lovingly, cooing as she did her work.
The inkling felt numerous pricks inside him, in fact, followed by tingling and
mild burning. "S-stop, Auntie..." he tried to protest, his body weak and his
mind foggy.
"Auntie Flow knows how to use her venom to help good little boys feel extra
good when she uses their little bums. Don't you want to feel extra good?" Flow
asked, not stopping.
The inkling said nothing. Doubts, fears and desires battled within him. Part of
him wanted to wrestle out from under the slug that was invading his ass, but
another, rapidly growing part of him just wanted to surrender and go with the
flow.
"Say you want your Aunt Flow to use you like the little cocksleeve you are."
"Wh-wha?"
Flow withdrew her penis spines and began slowly pumping in and out of the
inkling's ass. Slowly, achingly slowly.
"Say it, squiddo, or I'll never speed up..."
The inkling's aching, leaking dick was pinned beneath him where he couldn't
reach it, being ground into the cushion beneath his and Flow's combined weight.
A different kind of pleasure was being stoked within his guts as Flow's slimy
slug dick slowly stretched his poop chute and bumped against his venom-swollen
prostate. The last vestiges of doubt, humiliation and shame fell away. He knew
what he wanted, what he needed.
"Auntie Flow... please use me like the... little cocksleeve I am!"
Flow cooed in pleasure and gradually began stepping up her pace. "There's a
good little butt-slut! Keep talking, keep telling your Aunt Flow how much you
love her dick inside you."
It carried on like this for some time. Flow showered the inkling with
alternating praise and humiliating insults. The inkling's excitement and
pleasure was only further piqued by it. He had swallowed his pride and
surrendered to the pleasure. He discovered the dark joy of being treated like a
sex object, a toy, lowly fuckmeat. Every thrust of Flow's dick in and out of
his hole further solidified his newfound love of being degraded and used. He
began to eagerly parrot back Flow's demeaning words, engraving them into his
heart. He bucked his ass back eagerly onto Flow's cock, begged her to go faster
and harder.
"Oh, what a good little squid you are!" Flow gushed joyfully. "You've learned
your rightful place so quickly! I'm close. Are you close? Well, doesn't matter,
let's finish this."
Flow suddenly gripped the inkling's hair tentacles hard and yanked as she sped
her fucking to a frenzied pace. Strings of sluggy slime flew to and fro. The
inkling panted and squirmed as his ass was pounded with a ferocity and speed
he'd have never before guessed the little sea slug shopkeeper to be capable of.
As she pumped away at him, she spoke.
"You want to reach down and pump your own dick, don't you little guy? Don't you
dare do it! You don't deserve it. A fucktoy like you only deserves to cum from
having your ass ruined, or not at all. Which will it be?"
In response, the little inkling below her moaned and slapped his ass backwards
onto her cock, meeting her thrusts with more and more enthusiasm.
The inkling squirted his inky cum into the cushion he was pinned onto. He had
masturbated before, but it was never as good as this. As Flow's surging cock
turned his prostate into jelly within him his guts felt like boiling ink and
the relief his ass-gifted orgasm gave him made him moan loudly like a wanton
little whore. His hot cum squirted out so hard he imagined it would put an ink
charge blaster to shame. As he began to come down from his pleasure, he took
notice of Flow's orgasm.
Flow gurgled and burbled above him, still thrusting erratically even as her
cock flexed and spilled jizz into her victim. Her cum just kept coming. The
inkling felt his innards swell with the tremendous amount of cummy slug jelly
the little shopkeeper was filling him with. His intestines, his stomach. He
gasped and gulped as he felt a hot, rising tide coming up his throat. He pursed
his lips and felt his cheeks swell with the flow of cum that erupted up within
him. He gave up and let it spill out. He began to worry that he wouldn't be
able to breathe...
Finally Flow slowed and finished, and the little inkling spluttered and caught
his breath.
"Listen closely little pal, I want you to pinch your asshole closed as I pull
out of you. Don't spill!" Flow instructed.
He obeyed. As her deflating slug dick withdrew, he pinched his punished
sphincter closed and flexed his asscheeks closed as well, for good measure.
As Flow peeled the Inkling off of the cushion she had formerly pinned him to,
strings of his own cum, Flow's jizz, and Flow's sticky slug slime clung off of
him. She sat him up and kissed him, forcing her tongue into his mouth and
swishing more slime around inside. He accepted it without question or
resistance.
"Look at yourself, in the mirror." Flow turned his head for him. He beheld
himself in the mirror. His belly was round and stretched tight with the volume
of slimy cum Flow had filled him with. She stroked him adoringly, proud of what
she had done to him.
A tiny, dying voice inside him gave a final warning. I should be ashamed. I
should be disgusted. I am encrusted in semen and slime. My body has been used
and abused. I should... I should...and that voice faded away into nothing.
Instead, the addicting memory of the intense pleasure he felt loomed large in
his mind. He wanted to feel it again and again. Flow desired him and wanted
him, and it felt good to be desired and wanted. He wanted to serve. He wanted
to be used.
"Look how beautiful you are!" Flow exclaimed, with complete sincerity in her
voice.
"Thank you, Auntie." The inkling responded, with complete sincerity in his.
Flow took a puff from the nearly-forgotten hookah pipe and passed it to her new
little friend.
"Now, I want you to pull on your little clothes and walk home and go to bed
with my cum inside you, because you're proud to have been a good little boy who
takes all of his Auntie's cum, right?"
He nodded.
===
From then on, Flow had a very special new helper attending her needs in
Headspace. He would help out with all the usual stuff, stocking shelves,
helping customers, but he really did his best work helping Flow manage affairs
in the back room. His friends saw him participating in Turf Wars and Splatfests
less and less often as time passed and would say they felt bad for him, working
all the time and missing out on all the fun, but he would just smile and assure
them that working for Aunt Flow was the best choice he had made in a long time.
He would even mention to his friends that Flow was thinking about hiring some
more inklings, and that they should really consider submitting themselves.
 
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