Agent 3, Hanna the Inkling, was having a good day. With the Octarians finally quieted down somewhat and DJ Octavio locked up, it felt like things could return to normal. And it helped that she could rub it in Octavio's face. Hanna's squiddy tentacle hair swept back and forth, a bright orange which contrasted nicely with her white bikini as she laid down on the beach. She smirked over her sunglasses at DJ Octavio's captured form as he sulked in the giant snow globe he was trapped in thanks to her and she cheekily waved. 

Octavio wasn't having such a good day. He was a magenta octopus with distinctly piercing green eyes and  a green X scar over his left main tentacle, an impressive-looking golden samurai headdress that, sure enough, resembled an octopus atop his head. He was an Octarian, an she was an Inkling. And this meant they were enemies.

It hadn't always been like this. Centuries ago Inklings and Octarians had been friends. Why, he and Capn' Cuttlefish had...had...

He slowly looked away from the sea horizon, eyes closing, cringing as he shuddered. The rising sea level had forced them to fight instead of trying to find a way to share the land they had. And the Octarians had screwed up their greatest weapons, the "Octoweapons" due to a careless mistake. They had been forced into underground dwellings instead, but that land was deteriorating and as such, they were desperate. So desperate they stole the Inkling's primary source of power for themselves.

It hadn't gone well. He'd lost to Agent 3, and so now he angrily frowned at her as she looked about, surprised nobody was at the beach. 

He wasn't. Unlike her, he'd paid attention to the signs. "BEACH CLOSED TODAY: SHARK ALERT HIGH". He rolled his eyes as she scanned the beach. 

"Where is everyone?" She remarked, sighing as she downed a bottle of soda. Some might say that you might not have a pair of testicles if you preferred drinking from glass. But to her, glass was classy, and she happily downed the entire Cephalapod Cola on the spot, burping a bit as she tossed the bottle behind her and relaxed...not hearing the CRIK sound as it banged against Octatvio's glass.

Cracking it. He grinned and began to carefully push, more and more, applying harsh pressure as she began to drift off into sleep. Slowly but surely he began to break through the glass as it finally collapsed into a heap around him and now, at long last, DJ Octavio was free! And he was going to make that slimy little hispter that stuck him in this stupid snow globe pay. 

Hanna yawned, stretching a bit before she felt a tentacle wrap around her left arm, another tentacle grabbing her other arm as she realized with a start that Octavio had gotten free, the octopus now wrapping her arms and legs together tight. Or rather, at first they were both wrapped tightly together. But then he began to seperate her legs in different directions as he chuckled darkly.

"I didn't appreciate you sticking me in a jar and spraying ink at me for funsies for the past three weeks." He hissed out. "Let's see how YOU like somebody invading your personal space!"

Another tentacle slid down towards her bikini and ripped it off with a powerful yank, another tentacle then rubbing against her privates as she gasped. "Oh! OH OH-I-I..." She gasped out, suddenly silenced as the tentacle that had ripped her bikini off, the scarred tentacle, stuck itself into her mouth, and he shook his head. 

"You will be silent." He whispered, his tentacle slimy as her mouth began to fill with the strange liquid, Octavio climbing on top of her, his lower "leg" tentacles playing with her breasts. They massaged them, kneaded them, rubbed them carefully as the octopus hissed in delight and moaned in ectasy. He was soon rewarded by the unmistakable sound of her letting out an orgasm as tasty liquid seeped out of her clit and he tasted the sweet honey with delightful licks as he stuck it in his mouth. Lovely.

But he wanted more. He decided it was time to swallow her, beginning with her smooth legs first. He didn't have any teeth, lucky her, his mouth was just a circular maw, slimy, with hundreds, perhaps even even thousands of palates. He gave a powerful, mighty gulp, her legs sliding into his mouth, licking her toes, then her thighs, then her butt. He enjoyed the way her butt cheeks bounced about in his maw as his eyes closed in ectasy. 

He then gave another gulp by starting swallowing her stomach. Her belly licked and tickled by his tongue, feeling like a massage. It was almost gentle as she moaned at the pleasurable feelings that were overwhelming her, another gulp sending her breasts into his mouth. His waiting maw was overjoyed at how her boobs tasted, suckling at her nipples, making them bounce about as his tentacles kept easing her into his waiting maw.  Them at last, with a final gulp, her head was tucked away inside his maw, utterly naked, stuck inside of the enormous fleshy sac that was his belly's pit.
But he wasn't done. Oh no. He remembered the other two agents. Those annoying girls. And he intended to make them pay too. First...Agent 2. 

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...Agent 1 and 2 were beloved sisters, rock stars, pop idols, and always eager to greet their adoring fans. But even they got tired and needed a vacation. So it was no surprise they'd decided to shack up in their private mansion by the beach. They'd invited Agent 3 there and she'd spent the past few days hanging out...and showing off the captured DJ Octavio. Needless to say they had ALL enjoyed shooting ink at him. Especially Agent 3. Though Agent 1 came close, and she was now putting on her pajamas, getting ready for a movie.

"So what'll it be? Point Ink or The Inkling Job?" She called out to Agent 2, removing some of the heavy eyeshadow she wore over her purplish/pink form, getting into even darker purple pajamas as she looked herself over in the mirror. Hmm. Would blue lipstick go well with her attire tomorrow when they went scuba diving or...nah, forget the lipstick. 

But she didn't hear Agent 2. She did, however, hear...muffled...something? Odd. Frowning, she peeked into the living room across the way, gasping. Her sister's butt cheeks were now inside DJ Octavio's gaping maw as he shoved her all the way in, her green form sliding in as he belched in delight, rubbing a bulging belly as he moaned. "Ohhh, how nice." He murred, turning on Callie as he grinned at Agent 1, leaping on top of her, slamming her to the floor.

"GAH! Get off me you-you!" She screamed out. But the octopus launched one tentacle to go into her mouth and started fill her mouth full of white slime just as he'd done to Hanna. She struggled uselessly, unable to scream as another tentacle ripped her clothes off. Soon she was utterly naked, clothes tossed to the side as DJ Octavio chuckled darkly. One tentacle rubbed up against her clit, Callie unable to resist moaning in delight as another tentacle slid down, rising up and easily moving into her butt. In and out, in and out, one in her rear, another in her front. She let out a powerful gasp, reaching a swift orgasm as the octopus continued to fuck her senseless.

DJ Octavio was pleased, his other tentacles massaging her breasts, other tentacles massing her shoulders as she kept being covered in the faint white slime they had all over them. All to make her more easy to swallow, and he had no doubt she would be. Oh yes. His jaws opened wide and he began to take her headfirst into his mouth, gobbling her down to her neck and shoulders, his tongue licking against her face before he took her breasts into his mouth. He played with them for a few minutes, letting them bounce about in his maw before he took another mighty gulp, taking in her belly, then her buttocks. 

Then, with a final gulp, in she went, now being tucked away inside his belly along with Hanna and Marie. All were squished together within the fleshy muscular walls of DJ Octavio as he moaned and massaged his enormous, bulging gut. He'd never, ever enjoyed a meal so filling in all his life.

"I may not be able to do anything for my fellow Octarians  now. But at least I can get satisfaction." He intoned, sitting down on the couch as he wrapped his tentacles around his immense stomach, burping once again. "Without a doubt, I've got to find more lovely inklings to eat. I doubt they'll be as divine to devour as you three, but...still." He intoned. "It serves your kind right for taking the land we should have shared."

"Get stuffed!" Callie yelled out, DJ Octavio laughing.

"As you can clearly tell? I ALREADY DID." He cackled.