Laying on the couch in her apartment, Sango lazily watched television on a very calm afternoon in Inkopolis. Though really she wasn't paying attention to anything that was on the screen, instead just letting her mind drift with her own thoughts as she awaited her roommate to come home with groceries for dinner. She had told her it wasn't necessary but Eight liked to go out into the city by herself. After years living underground in Octo Valley it was like an adventure for her each time she traveled the local streets and Sango didn't want to take that from her. Finding her fascination with the world as cute as her accent when she spoke in the Inkling language.
But today she was hoping Eight came home sooner than later. Not just for them to get started on eating but to also have some company. Sango had been used to living alone and working alone since she was young. It had been natural for her, even before she joined the Squidbeak Splatoon as Agent 3. Then Eight came into her life, first as an enemy who was as skilled as herself and afterwards as a close friend. Now it was like they'd always been living together this way. It just felt natural.
There was a knock at her apartment door and Sango grumbled, turning off the television and pulling herself up slowly to her feet. Letting out a yawn she trudged her way over to the door and looked through the peephole. Magenta colored tentacles atop a woman's head on the other side of the door were all she could see as the woman was facing away from the apartment. Sango figured it must have been Eight with a lot of groceries and opened the door to assist with carrying them in.
"Hey Eight, did you buy a lot this time?" Sango asked but when the door was open the face that turned to look at her wasn't that of her friend. It was an Octoling to be sure but she was distinctly different and the clothes she wore reminded Sango of the women she fought in Octo Valley. Soon after her eyes fell on the weapon in the woman's hand and Sango tried to close the door on her quickly. Swinging it shut it slammed on the barrel of the gun that the Octoling was holding and suddenly the door was shoved open all the way as two more women piled in behind her.
Reaching her hands out Sango grabbed the first thing she could find and swung a nearby chair in the direction of her attackers. The lead Octoling going down from the hard hit against her side. Turning to run to her bedroom Sango tried to escape in hopes of grabbing a weapon of her own but she was tackled to the ground by one of the other Octolings. Struggling to free herself the third one piled on as well, both fighting hard to restrain her and using all their weight to hold down her arms and shoulders. Knees pressing down on her thighs and hips to keep her from kicking them off. Sango was panting hard trying to escape but they had the drop on her now. The third one that she had hit with the chair got back onto her feet, joining the other two and saying something to each other in the Octoling language. Regretting she never asked Eight to teach her how to speak it now, Sango tried to pick up words to see if she could recognize any of them. Nothing sounded familiar but they stopped talking after the lead Octoling pulled out a pair of sunglasses similar to the ones they themselves were wearing. Moving behind her she held Sango's head still with her knees and lowered the sunglasses onto her face.
Then everything went away. The apartment, her attackers, her fear, her thoughts. It all washed away in an instant as her vision became obscured. As if someone had dunked her head into a bucket of ink she couldn't escape from. There were sounds and words, but she couldn't make them out. Though she did feel her body move when someone told it too. The voices in her ears sounded like Octoling language, which she didn't have a problem understanding the words anymore but she couldn't seem to grasp what they were for more than a few seconds. As if her mind couldn't keep a coherent thought.
Through the haze she caught glimpses. Eight was there. Around her, somewhere. Her voice cut through the confusion stronger than any other. Even if she sounded strange now. As if she was forcing herself to be joyful. Also she wasn't speaking in Inkling any longer, but instead the Octoling language. And Sango could understand every word of it, even if she couldn't respond. They were somewhere else too other than their apartment. She knew it was some kind of strange place but familiar to her, as if she'd been here before. Octarians and Octolings walked around her and she didn't feel as if she was in danger from them anymore. If anything, something in the back of her mind told her not only were they her friends but they were the people she needed to trust more than any other. Especially their king.
"Time to get dressed, Sango." Eight told her, voice comforting and melodic. "Today is important. We're going to show our beloved why it's best for you to stay with us." Guiding her to a small dresser in the room they had been living in for the past week or however many days it had been, she pulled out several pieces of stretchy black fabric. Similar to what the Octolings that had attacked her were wearing. Slipping the long sleeved jacket over her arms and torso and zipping it up at the front, she then moved to the elastic black skirt and raised it up her legs onto her hips. Finishing off the clothing with black boots. It wasn't unfamiliar to what Eight was wearing on herself, though less elaborate than the clothing she was in.
Exiting the room Sango followed her dutifully. Eight was about the only thing Sango could make out clearly in her haze. There were other Octarians and Octolings around her, reaffirming that wherever they were now was not Inkopolis. Corridors and harsh, metal surfaces surrounded them with artificial light everywhere, as if the sun couldn't reach this place. It was familiar to her but she couldn't understand why, only that she both felt safe here and not safe at the same time. Her mind too muddled to grasp the reasoning behind it. As they continued eventually they came to a door that was larger and fancier looking than the others they passed by. Following Eight in she was able to make out about the only other being she could see clearly. King Octavio, looking over some sort of tablet in a much nicer bedroom than the one she shared with Eight. "Greetings, beloved." She fell down to one knee along with Eight, somehow knowing this was how they were supposed to greet him.
"Rise to your feet." He commanded, both of them doing as he instructed. "You are right on time, my wife. Are you ready to begin our coupling again?"
"My beloved... if I may suggest something new?" Eight began, Octavio putting down what he was working on and turning to her. Something about his expression making her feel nervous and conflicted.
"You have a suggestion?" Octavio asked curiously. "Even after returning to us you are so very willful, my wife. It concerns me."
"The only will I have is for you and the empire, my beloved." Eight said, bowing to him. Sango felt her arm twitch. In her mind she knew she must obey these two, above all other things. But when they disagreed it caused conflict. "Which is why I brought Sango with me today."
"The inkling I let you keep? What of her?"
"I've considered what is best for us. To make the strongest generation of the Octarian Empire. So that we will have strong children to lead us into the next generation. If that is truly your goal it makes sense to have more than one wife, does it not?" Eight suggested to him, Octavio watching her cautiously.
"I see... your words do make quite a bit of sense. So you would have us test our subjects to see who is worthy of carrying on the next generation?"
"Indeed. This has been the strength of the inklings for years now. Ever since the great war. Why not have soldiers similar to the enemy that will fight for our own cause?" She explained to him.
"It would take some time to find the diamonds from the rough. Who exactly would you suggest for such an honor?"
"She is right before you, my beloved." Eight said, taking Sango's arm and pulling her close.
"...my wife, are you suggesting I bear children with an inkling before one of our own?" He asked, the angry tone in his voice growing and Sango feeling her dominant arm twitch more. Eight must have noticed because she gripped it with both arms now to hold her still. "I let you keep her for your own amusement, not as an insult to our people."
"It sounds unusual I know, but consider who we're speaking of." Eight continued, holding her ground. "You've seen her strength for yourself, Sango is a remarkable warrior and was able to fight against our army as a lone soldier. She was also the one that nearly defeated me in battle twice. Her combat skills are greater than the average soldier and she is already among our people." Octavio was starting to calm at her suggestions, Eight seeing she was making progress pulled Sango to stand in front of her, placing her hands on her shoulders. "Besides, is it not poetic in itself to take the greatest warrior of the Squidbeak Splatoon and make her your bride?"
"Well, it would be satisfying to lord such a thing over that old bastard, Cuttlefish." Octavio said thoughtfully. "Do we even know if an inkling can bear an octoling's children?"
"There is one very direct way to find out." Eight suggested, Octavio seeming to agree. His tentacles reached out and wrapped around Sango's body to pull her closer to him. Despite her mind telling her that this was her king and to obey him, something screamed inside of her that this was dangerous and her arm reached out to grab hold of Eight's hand. She managed to squeeze it for just a moment before having her arm pulled away from her by Octavio's strong grip as he hoisted her into the air before him. Lifting her skirt and spreading her legs apart. A thick tentacle rose in front of her, different looking from the rest as it attempted to push between her legs.
"Nnngh!" Sango groaned, feeling him try to invade her pussy by force. "Nnn! Nnn!" She shook her head, his repeated attempts to push inside of her failing to penetrate. She could feel his grip tighten around her limbs in frustration as her fear grew.
"My beloved." Eight spoke up from behind her. "I understand your eagerness to begin but may I assist? Sango is new to being a bride or a lover."
"You can get this mute vegetable to behave herself?" Octavio asked her, Eight nodding as she approached Sango and wrapped her arms around her torso as she was still bound by the tentacles.
"I'll prepare her for you, my king. She'll embrace you as eagerly as I do afterwards. Please enjoy watching us while I do." Eight explained, unzipping the front of Sango's jacket and pulling it open to expose her chest. Slipping her hands beneath the fabric she began lightly kissing her neck and massaging her breasts with her fingers. Sango's hands balled into fists and she shivered from the touches to the sensitive spots on her skin. Eight's hands played with her small breasts as she licked up to her ear and nibbled at it lightly. Whispering to her. "You need to moan for me."
"Eeehh..." Sango groaned, feeling more and more confused but letting herself fall into the pleasure that Eight was bringing her. Her fingers came together to pinch her nipples and pull them lightly. "Ahh! Ooooh..."
"That's much better." Eight congratulated her, pulling her jacket open to expose her and moving her head to the other side of Sango. Her hand slipped down past her stomach and beneath her skirt, the tentacles holding her legs keeping them pulled apart for easy access. "Now I want you to focus on this feeling for me." She whispered to her again, Eight's fingers slipping over her pussy and rubbing it gently with her fingers.
"Ah!" Sango cried out almost instantly to the gentle touch, breathing heavier as the soft fingers worked in circles over her pussy and drew out her excitement. "Mmmor... mmmor..."
"More?" Eight asked, willing to give to her request as her fingers stroked quickly over her pussy. She pulled them back once, making a show of slipping her fingers into her mouth and covering them with her saliva, before returning her hand below and slipping her middle finger inside of Sango. "Ah, already getting looser. I knew you could do it, Sango." Smiling brightly at her success, she stroked her finger inside of Sango's pussy. Pulling it out to rub the surface of her pussy more and eventually slipping two inside even deeper.
"Is she ready for me now?" Octavio asked, though the anger seemed to be gone from his voice.
"Almost, my beloved. An Octoling of your girth is a lot for a girl of Sango's size to endure. But don't worry, I'll be sure her body is ready for you." Eight assured him, Sango's limbs twitching and panting hard as her pussy was toyed with further. It was the most wonderful feeling she'd encountered ever since being lost in the confusing fog these glasses had brought upon her and she was happy to let it go on as long as Eight desired. Turning her head to face Eight, they kissed their lips together. The gentle touch of her mouth made her all the more excited as her hips moved up towards Eight's hand. When their kiss broke, Eight slid her fingers out of her pussy and began to rub her clit rapidly.
"Nnngh... ahhh... ahh... AHHH!" Sango began crying out, feeling pressure build inside her.
"Let it out. Show our beloved how ready you are."
"Nnngh! AH!" Her hips shot forward, shaking and she squirt her orgasm directly onto Octavio. Crying out and struggling against her bonds as she thrust her hips towards him and let her love juices puddle on to the floor beneath her.
"You did wonderful." Eight said, pulling her hand away and kissing her on the cheek. "She is ready for you now my beloved."
"Nnn?" Sango groaned, though felt her pussy lips stretched apart as the thick tentacle from before pushed into her far easier now than when it first tried. "Naaah! Ahhh!" The thrusting inside of her was far less gentle than the soft fingers that had massaged her to orgasm earlier. Looking down she could see her stomach bulge lightly from where it was pushing inside of her. Filling her up more than she had thought possible.
"You're doing wonderfully." Eight said, watching her body as she was fucked hard and rocked up with each push inside.
"She's still tight, even after all of that." Octavio commented as he continued to pump into her.
"I'll help. We're all married together now, after all." Eight said proudly, reaching down to massage Sango's clit further as the tentacle wiggled in and out of her pussy. Sango wasn't able to think about anything else any longer. Unable to even process the words they spoke or why this was happening. Instead she just focused on the feeling of her body being pleasured by everything inside of it and touching against it. Hanging her head back she let her tongue hang out, panting hard as the pressure was building again. "Beloved, won't you make her cum again? She is your new bride after all."
"Hmph, more than the inkling deserves. But I'll grant it for you." Octavio agreed as Eight pulled her hand away from Sango's thighs and rested them on her back. Watching as the tentacles extended around her body and the tips played with her breasts, pulling at the nipples and sliding against her clit.
"Ggggh... NNNNGH!" Sango's eyes rolled back as her hips thrust to him again, her orgasm dripping down his tentacle as her body couldn't hold back from the pleasure any longer. As if to congratulate her she felt something release inside of her body. Hot fluid pumping into her pussy and filling her up. Her stomach bulged with the liquid that was overflowing into it and when his tentacle finally pulled out she felt it spill out of her pussy and on to her thighs and ass. The tentacles keeping her suspended in the air released her and she fell into Eight's arms, the woman dropping down onto her knees to catch Sango safely. Octavio's tentacle that had released its hot cum into her womb floated above them and continued to release on to her body and both her face and Eight's. Coating them in the thick substance. Eight leaned forward and licked some of it off of Sango's cheek.
"Now you're a bride too." Eight told her. "You'll bear our king's children, and I'll help raise them alongside my own as siblings. Our future is forever tied together." She said, hugging Sango tightly in her arms. "Isn't it wonderful? We'll be wives, mothers, lovers. Together. Forever."
She wanted to respond to her. To thank her for the wonderful feelings. To tell her about the pleasure that was still in her body. Say how much she loved her as well. And, strangely, express the anger she felt inside for all of this happening. Though she didn't understand any of it. Instead she laid there silently in Eight's arms. This was her fate now and she didn't question it anymore.