#squid fic

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- And here they we’re, content to have small talk with each other and enjoy the peace while it lasted. Dream rested in a tree, at first watching Techno but when he realised that he meant no harm, decided to pay his attention to his friends fooling around.

Without any warning - a wave of emotions flooded through their very existence with such power, such intensity, such warmth - that they all collapsed and blanked out. They awoke, one by one, to a sunset that was in an array of colors, much brighter than it had been before. In an instant, they raised their hand and a paper levitated on it - giving off a list of the latest updates in their domain, eyes scanning for anything particularly interesting.

“MOOBLOOMS INTERACT WITH BEES!” Tubbo screeched at the tops of his lungs, giving an apologetic smile when everyone turned to pass him a glare. “Sorry! I just love bees!”

“I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m going to head down to the caves. The fossils sound pretty cool to me.” Sapnap states, and George hums in agreement.

“I’m coming with, then, I’m not going anywhere near plants for the next week.” George says. “I don’t want to think about the fact that tomatoescome alive.”

“I’m going down to the docks, then, I’m desperate to see the glow squids.” Dream states, before sliding down the cliff. From here, the ocean is a more pristine, darker shade of blue, but just enough to see the large abundance of sea life swimming around happily. Walking over to the docks, he plops himself down at the ledge, breathing deeply. He continues to watch the sunset in peace - chuckling lightly when he hears Wilbur scream over something in the distance.

Dream must’ve dozed off, because when he awakened there’s a full moon in the sky, a lot more stars than he remembers, and a soft glow of neon blue in the water coming closer to him.

That’s gotta be the glow squid.

He opens up his inventory in the palm of his hand, clicking the fishing rod with his middle finger and gripping it tightly when it appears in his left hand. The inventory disappears from the plane of existence, swinging the rod around a few times for the string to gain some speed before launching it forward. It doesn’t land too far from the squid, his foot tapping in anticipation to see one close up.

A minute passes.

Then two.

He pulls back the string quickly with his bare hands, as using the reel would take way too long. Dream swings around the hook over his head again, before launching it into the ocean once more.

“Yes!” Dream cheers loudly as it plops right above the luminosity inside the vast sea. In an instant, he feels a tug on the line and he’s reeling it in with all the strength he has. It’s not enough, so he quickly summons his inventory and drinks a strength potion, feeling it’s power run through his veins.

Dream gives one tug and it lands on the docks, the size of it almost coming to his waist. He plops it into a nearby bucket, forcing its body into the cool metal.

He sits crossed-legged on the wood, watching the soft neon glow with fascination. It squirms around in the water bucket for a bit, Dream pushing his mask aside to watch it in all it’s beauty. It eventually stops when he makes eye contact with him, and a shiver runs down his spine.

It’s eyes are... alluring . Heterochromia eyes - infused with all sorts of shades of blue and green that can’t possibly be real. It’s like something that should be treasured, tucked away safely, never to be seen by the naked human eye. Words cannot even begin to describe the mere beauty of it, truly.

His hand reaches out to touch one of the glowing tendrils when he hears a scream ring through his head, coming from his two closest friends. Dream’s eyes turn away from the large squid, pushing his mask in front of his face, where it belongs.

“Are the two of you alright?” He speaks to the sky, for the wind to carry his message.

“No, I’m far from alright!” George screams. “Sapnap attacked a tomato bush and now it’s entire civilization is coming after us!”

“How was I supposed to tell the difference - they’re all red!” The raven haired boy screamed right back. Dream laughed harder when it glanced back at the squid. It wiggled it’s tentacles around in anger, it’s enchantment spell on it’s prey failing for once in it’s life.

“Not so smart, huh?” He snickers.

In a last effort attempt, the bucket falls over and in front of Dream, soaking his jeans and shoes as it latches onto his waist. Dream jumps and falls onto his back, certainly not expecting something that to occur. The two of them are in a staring contest, Dream grinning widely as he watches the glow squid try to hypnotize him once more.

And then a tentacle rubs right against his cock, and he lets out an embarrassing moan.

His hand flies up to his mouth, covering it in shock. He looks up to the sky, praying to Irene that no one heard him. When there's no response or teasing, he looks back at the glowing squid resting on its legs, looking at him in curiosity.

Then one extended a tentacle in Dream’s direction, eyes blinking up at him curiously. Dream looked around to see if anyone was near him, and when he felt no other presence or saw anyone else nearby, he placed the palm of his hand on top of the tentacle. It was - interesting, so to speak. Not slimy, like he had thought, but a smooth, silky texture on it.

Another one wrapped around it’s waist tightly, Dream nearly sagging into the touch. Like a firm, tight hug, reassuring him that everything was going to be okay. It still looked at him questionably, teasingly rubbing a tentacle against his pants.

He could just...shove the creature off. Through it into the ocean. Dream did just drink a strength potion after all.

But he didn’t.

Dream takes a deep breath, cursing himself internally for what he was about to do and if anything, blame it on a witch. Undoing the button and zipper on his jeans, hastily pulling it down just enough to free his cock. It seemed to get the idea, as tentacles wrapped around his legs and wrists, holding him down onto docks. Not too tight where he couldn’t move a muscle, but just lose enough where he could pretend to struggle.

But why would he want too anyway?

A soft gasp leaves his mouth as a tentacle wraps around his cock and grips tightly, giving a tentative jerk. The coldness of the tentacle is still off-putting, and yet his dick twitches and leaks precum from the touch. Dream makes a soft whine at the motion, feeling his face flush a deep red that goes to the tip of his ears down to his shoulders. He’s trying to keep himself still, let the creature take its time - but the amount of pleasure he was getting from just a few strokes of it’s tendril was making his mind go hazy.

He pushed himself up onto his left elbow, other hand adjusting the loose tentacle around his dick. When it’s tight enough he begins to push into it like a fleshlight. His head falls back onto the wood underneath him, thrusting into the tight hold desperately. The wet texture sending sparks all over his skin, hugging his cock like an actual suction cup -

His mind goes white with pleasure. At this rate he’s going to cum quick, like the first time he had fucked one of the villager girls in the forest, just shoving into her with sharp, quick thrusts of his hips. He tries to shave off his orgasm but it’s no use, he’s leaking a puddle of precum onto the tentacle and onto his stomach.

It’s over for him when one pushes against the rim of his asshole, making a shocked noise as he cums all over himself. Hot, thick, heavy streaks of semen coat his sweater.

“Oh my Ender - fuck! ” He pants, and for some reason the damn squid looks cocky.

“Dream?” Fundy’s voice rings through his head. “You okay? You sound like you're in trouble.”

“Oh no no no -” He scrambles to get the squid off of him, pulling up his jeans. “I’m fine! I’m perfectly fine!”

“Are you sure? I’m near the docks, I can quickly detour to check up on you.” The fox hybrid replies. Dream peels off his sweater, throwing it into the ocean and scooping it back up quickly with the bucket. He dumps the water onto himself before getting another pail full of seawater, dropping the squid inside. Just in time, actually, as he can see Fundy coming down the stairs to the docks.

“Hi, Fundy.” Dream says awkwardly. “What’s wrong?”

“If anything, I should be asking you that question. You’re soaked, man.” He states, before his eyes look to the bucket. “No way, is that the glow squid?”

“Hey, Danny-boy! Got any big Sunday plans?” His dad asked, shoving a forkful of sausage into his mouth.

Danny blinked for a few seconds, before turning to answer, “Well, Sam, Tucker and I are going to--...”

“Great! So you’ll have no trouble helping me out with my new invention in the lab all day!” Jack interrupted, slathering a piece of toast with jam.

Danny just sighed, grabbing a pancake off the stack his mother had sat in front of him.

“Jack, sweetie, I think Danny was saying he has plans with his friends today,” Maddie walked over from next to the stove, setting three mugs down onto the table, one in front of each of them, “so he can’t help us, at least not today.”

Jack frowned. “And with Jazzy staying at college over to summer for extra classes, it’s been so hard to get help in the lab. Are you sure you don’t want to spend a nice summer Sunday helping out your old man?”

Danny just stared at his dad. “Uh, no Dad. It’s summer. Sam, Tucker, and I are going to head out to the water park. It’s supposed to be the hottest day of the year today.” Danny looked down at the steaming mug Maddie had placed down in front of him, confused expression coloring his face. “And uh, speaking of hot, what’s up with the tea, mom? Isn’t that more of a winter drink? And since when do you drink anything other than coffee?”

Maddie lifted her own mug in response. “A colleague recommended it to me! She makes all of her own teas, so I special-ordered this from her. It’s supposed to be very good for you.” She blew on it, cooling it off, before taking a small sip.

“Smells delicious, Maddie!” Jack raised his mug, gulping his tea down. “Kind of tastes like the outdoors.”

Danny leaned over the top of his mug, letting the steam drift over his face. The heat of it tingled his skin when it brushed over his face, almost as if he were getting a minuscule amount of shocks. The tea itself smelled almost sickly sweet and flowery. Danny was reminded of the gum Jazz had received from their Aunt Alicia, homemade lavender and rose. She had pretty much chewed it for a week straight, and Danny had gotten so sick and tired of the stuff he ended up sneaking into her room one night and phasing it into her floor.

But there was something else, Danny realized, lurking just under the smell of flowers and herbs, a kind of tangy, like copper or a thunderstorm. He leaned back and eyed it from a distance. “I don’t know, mom. Smells kind of weird.”

“Oh, come on Danny, at least try it? What’s the harm?” Maddie reached across the table and pushed it a little closer to him.

Danny looked up at his mom as she gave him an encouraging smile while sipping her own tea. “Fine.” Danny grumbled. “I’ll try your weird tea.” He picked up the mug, hesitating again once he brought it to his lips. There was something, like a tugging in his gut, this bad feeling as he placed his mouth to the rim, something telling him to back off, and back off now.

“That’s the spirit, son!” Jack exclaimed, clapping Danny on the back, and forcing the teen to take a gulp. Danny swallowed in shock, the steaming tea burning as it raced down the back of his throat.

“Agh, hot!” He cried, sticking his tongue out and slamming the cup down on the table, some of the liquid splashing out, recoiling as some of the tea hit his hand.

Maddie glared at her husband. “Jack.” She said pointedly.

Jack glanced at his wife. “Oh, sorry Dan-o! Little too hard there, eh?”

Danny glared at his dad as heat pooled into his cheeks, flushing his face in response to the burn. “Yeah. Just a little.” He glared at the offending beverage, but something was wrong. That little feeling, down in the pit of Danny’s stomach started to grow stronger.

Something was wrong, Danny knew it immediately. He slowly looked down in horror at his hand, as his fingers spasmed and twitched. A patch of red skin blossomed on his skin, spreading out from where the liquid drops had spilt, splashing from the hastily dropped cup. Electric shocks traveled like needles down his fingers, moving them uncontrollably as red-mottled sickly green skin began to appear in raised welts.

Panicked, Danny looked up at his parents. “Uh… Mom? Dad?” Was all he managed to say before he felt his entire body tense, that same electric pain shooting through each nerve ending, and he collapsed, falling off the chair and onto the floor.

Danny knew what electricity did to a body, he had felt it before, inside of the portal. He still had the scars to prove it, or at least he did in ghost form. But this was something completely different that what the ghost portal had did. It was as if Danny’s insides suddenly wanted to be on the outside, and decided the quickest way to do that was directly through his skin. He coughed, and could taste the distinctive acid of ectoplasm, forcing itself from his lungs and stomach.

Whispers blurred past stuffed ears, and Danny was sure that his ghostly blood was leaking from there too, at this point. “Danny!” He could hear the panicked yells of his parents, chairs scraping and leaping to feet. “Some… allergic reaction!” “Good God… what… done this?” he could sense the very human fear of his parents at his side, and his ghostly core reached out for anything to grasp onto, any flicker of energy he could reach.

His mother grabbed his arm, and Danny let out a garbled screech as she came into contact with his dissolving skin, and she recoiled. “Jack, quick.” Her words clanged and echoed, a bell ringing in the fog of Danny’s head. “Salt water, we need salt water.”

Each intake of each breath quickly became more and more difficult, and Danny could feel the spasming working its way into his chest, restricting each rise so that he gasped, no longer of his own volition but seemingly in time to the electricity that plagued the rest of his body. The green spots in his eyes, his own ectoplasm, Danny assumed, were quickly overtaken by black as he felt the lack air threaten his consciousness.

Two fingers grabbed either side of his jaw, forcing it down and open, and Danny screamed. Something hot was forced down his already raw throat, and he quickly swallowed, only forced down by the pressure in his chest. It burned, salt grating into the raw wounds in his throat as the blood blossom tea ate away at his esophagus, but it did the trick. It made it’s way down and into Danny’s stomach, expelling the poisonous substance as he retched, cradled in his mother's arms.