Under the sea, where a variety of colorful marine life flourished in the depths, swam the mighty sea king, Triton. At his muscular side, Sebastian the red Jamaican crab, one of his trusted cohorts, drifted snuggly too close. With bittersweet emotions, together they observed their beloved Ariel wandered away from the Mer-kingdom and joined hands in marriage with her freshly consented husband, Prince Eric. Triton and Sebastian could not grasp the reality of the newlyweds continuing their journey to dry land, whereupon they expect to engage in human sexual intercourse as a component of their honeymoon.
"Oh! she grew up so fast, Am I right, King Triton?" The ginger crab delivered his king a friendly shove.
"She sure did, Sebastian... She sure as hell did" Triton remarked stoically, attention still fixed on the eloping couple.
"I'm gonna miss beating my crab meat to that slut whenever she's changing clothes" declared the crustacean.
"Shyeah..." Triton chuckled at Sebastian's remarks, "What!?" the words echoed in his head, "You stalked her in her room!? That's not part of my authorization!"
"You did ordered me to keep an eye on her"
"Oh... Okay" Drooping his head, Triton replied in defeat. He was gonna call the crab out for calling his daughter as a slut too, but he changed his mind after realizing that Ariel was in fact a slut. A hoe he would call her behind her back. She ain't the one needing consent, the bitch was thirsting for homosapien dick 24/7.
"Aren't you gonna miss her, Mon?" asked Sebastian.
"Can't you see my eyes are tearing up, you blind fuck?"
"Did you shed an entire ocean or something? We're underwater" Sebastian retorted, slightly upset at being denigrated, "Where's the logic, Mon?"
"Well, my bloodshot eyes would've been a dead giveaway" Triton disposed. As if that'll help, they all have red eyes from saltwater exposure the moment they're born. What's more, Triton snorts crack on a daily basis.
Following the unnecessary banter, they carried on remembering Ariel. Sebastian recounted sweet memories about the girl and that got Triton emotional. All the nostalgia finally got to the king and he started bawling.
"I miss Ariel! I miss having a child!" wept the distraught king.
Sebastian swam up to Triton's face, scissor-like claws swiping away tears, acting out his role as faithful sidekick.
Triton felt warm. "Thankfully, we can always make another..." he looked down on Sebastian with a perverted smirk; The look of an old man who still possesses enough libido to act all unwise.
The crustacean's eyes bulged. "What no! You promised Ariel would be the last one!... My ass couldn't... I've gone back to being virginal"
"Come on, Sebastian! Couldn't be more easier than dropping a dump! One more wouldn't hurt that tight ass" insured Triton seductively, nipples perky—and it's not because he's submerged in cold water.
"I don't recall literal feces having limbs that prod my guts on their way out!" Sebastian exclaimed. "And one more? You still got six kids left!"
"Fuck them, I didn't watch the sequels" retorted Triton.
"They're literally in the first film!"
"They were?" Triton realized. Regardless, he starts to take off his merman costume despite the crab's condemnations, and out comes his thicc human thighs, and an ultra tight jockstrap sandwiched in between.
Sebastian begun to have second thoughts. He had forgotten how hot Triton is, so the horny king's strip tease was a welcome reminder. Triton's fish balls were downright gigantic, unwrinkled despite spending years underwater. The sheer size of these caviar pieces got them peeping at opposite sides of the jockstrap as if they're greeting, "Hi, Sebastian! Remember us?" If focused enough, Sebastian would literally hear industrial sounds inside them, churning pent-up sperm like a butter factory or a sweatshop full of overworked Asian children.
Sebastian sighed in resignation. It was settled, he was going to have sex with King Triton after so many years. "Alrighty then! How bout' you take that strap off and show me your thingamabob! Mon!"
"You want thingamabobs? I got twenty... INCHES!" Triton rips his undergarment and his old but torpedo-fat oceanic dick brandished itself, corded with tumorous muscles and varicose veins. It rose slow to the surface; Triton wasn't erect, his cock is simply less dense than water. He's senile remember?
"Twenty inches? That's a fucking mini sub, nyukkah!" Sebastian bit his plump lower lip. "That thing has to be on the Liver King diet!"
"Twenty is fifty in Merman years! Ho ho ho ho!" laughed the King Triton. His reproductive boy buoy was colossal in size; built as Triton was yoked. Now we know the cause of rising sea levels. It casted a shadow over Sebastian, blocking the sun like there had been an oil spill. There will be once all of this is done.
"Look at this cock... Isn't it neat!" sang the aroused old man. "Wouldn't you think my erection would fit!?"
"Looking around here you'll see..." Sebastian inspects the circumference of his narrow hole, "No... You'll rip everything!"
"Well, you'll just have to make the best of it! But first, let me get you lubed up. I don't wanna get dry docked in a dry ass now, do I?"
Triton soon planted his knees on the stony seafloor and faced Sebastian's crab anus. "Hooey!" the king chuffed after a good sniff, "Smells like someone's ovulating!"
"Nyaa! Quit looking at it! It's so embarrassing" Blushing from shame, Sebastian pulled Triton's face against his little anus, "Shut up and kiss the crab!"
The King took it as a blessing, tongue-rimming the crab's scrumptious bubble ring. "Mmph! Dear Neptune, is that a hemorrhoid!?" exclaimed Triton mid ass consumption.
"Don't mind it! I-It's my clitoris!"
"Guys don't have clits, Sebastian!" Triton's brows scrunched together. "And in case you plan on making excuses, crabs don't have one either!"
"IT'S MY CLIITT!" the crab hid himself behind his claw. He's so cute when he express his effeminacy. Afterwards, he writhed himself even tighter against his lover's face, water-coloring Triton's beard red as plasma oozed from his popped mass.
"Yummy! am I just in heaven or Las Vegas!?" cross-eyed Triton French-kissed that swollen sphincter.
Sebastian is into hair-pulling but his claws were doing him no favors. Sebastian tried to make a handlebar out of Triton's moustache but he ended up giving him the Hitler stache.
Soon after, Triton's dick experienced the most riling sensation of all: an erection. His foreskin unraveled his glans, exposing thick smegma cruds to seawater, and they fizzed like when you mix water with seltzer tablets. Now he got the urge and started to play.
"Alrighty, I'm done eating this vagoo! Time for penetrative sex! I dream about going up there!" Triton disclosed, and from the expression on Sebastian's face, the crab seemed to have the mood prepared, asshole in a proper pose for buttsex. With one brutal sweep of Triton's prick, it straight plonked and agitated the crab's butt gullet. The sound made when cock meets bootyhole gave off noises of cracked-open lobster. "Ugh, you weren't kidding about the virginal part! no siree!"
Cowgirling, Sebastian took a first-class cruise on Triton's Olympic class ocean liner; emphasis on the "liner" part since calling it that is totally BS because it misaligns shit up rather than lining anything; Sebastian's intestines were jumbled in different angles. It was hard to tell one way or another whether Sebastian was taking it well or not with all his bloodcurdling howls that go,
"HHHNNNGG! OH MY GOD, TRITON! WHAT A FLAVORFUL FUCK THIS IS! DAYUM! I CAN FEEL YOUR COCK STRIATIONS PINCHING MY BUTT MEMBRANE! DEEPER! FASTER! I WANT IT ALL IN ME, BIG POPPA!"
"I love it when a crab calls me big poppa!" Triton reorganized feces inside Sebastian's asshole, then spanked his crab cheeks like a doctor would to a newborn, except way more kinkier. The way Sebastian clenched after such a hard slap tickled him pink. He's getting addicted rending that rear end, "Just what I needed, another bad habit..."
"Dip that chub in my tub!" Sebastian went giddy on the stiffy, viciously rubbing his hemorrhoi- I mean, his clit as Triton's shellacking intensified. The more time Sebastian spent flicking it, the redder it became, closing in on purple as infection spreads. Though it was hard to tell as all of Sebastian's body was red. The growing inflammation on the other hand, now that was clear as day. "You make my anus bloom! Fag, you make my arse divide!"
"I don't know what it is to get crussy like this, but it sure feels fine!" continued Triton, shaky at this point.
Then, Sebastian performed the drum intro to the song Under the Sea by thwacking Triton's balls. "Since life is sweet here. We got the beat here, vaginally~"
"It's anally!" joined the king, stamina all drained. His precious jewels nagging at him to stop the abuse. Having given his all, he needed to rest; a famished fish. Bad enough when Sebastian started having a musical number during all this.
"Under the D! Under the D!" Sebastian sang, bonging Triton's sensitive percussions, "My little clam here, knows how to jam here... Under the D!"
"God, how many pounders can this cavern hold!?" Triton's exhaled, chattering teeth as he buttfucked.
"Tired, baby?" mocked the crustacean, "Not man enough to take on my vagina?"
"...Asshole" Triton corrected behind his breath.
Three hours later, the rough fuck was coming to an end. Triton currently has Sebastian on a violent mating press, plunging his titanic leviathan deeper into the crab's buttlantic depths. It was becoming acidic now that he'd excavated a path towards the stomach. And the next moment, Triton thrusts went through a pandemonium of epileptic bursts, then he suddenly moaned out these words, "Oh shit! Its coming out, dear Sebastian!"
"Gimme, your majesty!" Sebastian begged like a slut, "Mark me as your territory! Finish inside! Knock me up!"
"You asked for it!" crowed the merman. "I'm cumming, Sebastian! Meet your kids!" Triton detonated his balls, his fucking naval mines, and Sebastian's rectum was packed with salty marine margarine in a minimum of three fruitful spurts.
"Yeaaaah! marinate my insides!" Sebastian yass'd at Triton's sea squirts. Jizz kept gushing out of his overpopulated asshole, making the ocean saltier than it already was.
After an epic nut draining, Triton yanked his penis from the sheath it had made of the crab's defunct rectum. Sebastian's underwater cooter was a shell of its former self, stretched beyond Triton's wildest imagination. He measured the damage, sticking his already girthy finger in, and it wasn't even close. It would take more than ten, fuck it, twenty fingers to match its width. Triton patted his back for that accomplishment.
"That better be a girl..." The king's commandment as he puts on his merman get-up. "Don't want a son... not with six daughters swimming around. We know how he'll turn out. Pretty bad image for my bloodline"
Night followed, Sebastian, already looking eight months pregnant, was busy circumcising King Triton. His claws cut the foreskin with expertise. But little did they know, the blood from Sebastian's hemorrhoid had lured an unexpected intruder, The shark from Jaws!
"I'll handle this, love..." Triton said as he cracked his knuckles.
The fishman and shark dueled cinematically. Triton was doing well on his own, but despite his power and gym bro physique, nothing can actually stop the shark except an air tank explosion to the face, so Triton took a big L and a chunk off his fat ass as the sea monster started devouring him to death.
Sebastian was left a widow that very night. Moral of the story: Never have anal sex with a hemorrhoid.
THE END