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Movement. The Blind Behemoth saw in movement. It was perceived through smell, through sight, through taste, but it all boiled down to movement. Her empty sockets stung, the last of her purple ink in a constant battle for survival. But she could not focus on that feeling, as her other senses had overwhelmed it. She was on all fours, racing through a wooded area not a mile from the beach. She did not know why they were so far from the sea, but she couldn't argue with an easy meal.
Her other mind screamed at her, told her to stop and turn back. But that last bit of purple ink, that malice in her brain, persevered. The other mind was a malice of its own, in the complete opposite way. Teaching her to hate her own race. Her own people.
She had tasted the ink of an inkfish long ago. So long she could not remember, though perhaps it was in fact not long ago and she had just lost her grasp on time. He was guilty of betraying her, but the others after him were not. She was painfully aware of what she was doing as she tore innocent men and women apart, feasting on their bodies in the dark of the night. Five inklings, three octolings, and a countless number of salmonids.
For whenever she ate an inkfish, that purple ink fought back with a vengeance. Two sides of her brain, in a constant war to see who could make her commit the most heinous acts. Fisher wanted revenge against the salmonids, while Valmond wanted revenge against Grizzco. The Blind Behemoth could not see what it had done, but it could smell, it could feel. It could move, gliding a scaly hand across lifeless tentacles.
Her body was covered in dirt by the time she had gotten to the large concentration of salmonids. Her acute sense of smell told her there were six of them, but it was a little fuzzy. She could at least tell that there were four chums, one Goldie, and a Big Shot. She buried herself deeper into the shrubbery, aware of the immaculate senses of Goldies.
Fisher's ears perked up, catching onto a heavy breathing within the group. Tilting her head, though, it was just the Big Shot. Sitting still for a bit longer, she was sure they were the only ones there. Six salmonids, sat around a not-yet-lit campfire and with two thin bags of caught food. A little snack after the main course, they really shouldn't have.
She leapt out of the bushes, a ear-piercing shriek echoing all throughout the clearing. She could smell fear in the air, the vibrations of the quivering bodies around her. She had pinned the Goldie down, the other five salmonids seemingly staring at her in shock. None of them could move as she placed her claw on the Goldie's neck, only for her brain to take a brief pause.
Fisher fell back, none of the salmonids having even touched her. The Goldie stood back up, his glow so bright she could practically see it. Her hearts were thumping against her chest, her entire body lit aflame. She placed her hands on her cold face, claws digging into her purple eye sockets.
"GGGGGGRAAAAASSSSSSGH!" she screamed, writhing about on the ground. The salmonids inched closer, but none were able to get within arm's reach. She could smell their fear, but also their newfound confusion. She was humiliating herself! In front of salmonids, no less. She tried to stand up, but her eyes continued to burn. Her legs felt as though they were boneless, her body collapsing to the ground. "Gaaaasssaaaaa..."
"What the heck is she?" one of the chum's asked, lightly poking the ground near her with a stick. She grabbed the stick in her mouth, snapping it in half and spitting it back at his face. He just barely dodged it, his eyes wide. "Umm... maybe we should get out of here."
"Wait..." the Goldie said. His voice evoked a strong image in The Blind Behemoth's head. A morning dewdrop sliding down a leaf, then falling into a pristine puddle. That puddle was absorbed into the ground, where a sprout would bloom from its nourishment. The Goldie placed a fin on her face, her body held still as though wrapped in chains. "Oh, I see."
"Sssssss..." Fisher hissed, trying to bite at his fin. She instead flopped forward, his fin now pressed against her long tentacles. "Sssss... stop..."
The Goldie slid back, a guttural gulp escaping him. The Blind Behemoth noticed a lack of that salmonid smell, one of the chums and the Big Shot now gone. The remaining three chums just watched a few feet away, completely floored by what they were seeing.
"Y-You..." Fisher clambered to her feet. She could feel a deep pit in her stomach, a combination of rabid hunger and another dark feeling. A feeling dark enough to eclipse the sun. "G-Gold one... what have you done to me!?"
"N-Nothing!" the Goldie insisted, backing away further. Fisher stood just a bit taller than him, even with her now arched back. Her tail swished around, looking as though it was ready to pounce. "Wh-What are you?!"
"Does. Not. Matter." Fisher scowled, placing a tight hand on his face. She felt a rush of calm, her tone freezing the air around her. "Now tell me. What did you do to me?"
"Miss-" one of the chums stammered, only to fall backwards when she looked at him. Those sockets of hers were lifeless, yet she could tell exactly where he was at all times. "M-Miss... whatever you are, I-I think I know what's happening to you-"
"Shut up!" another chum slapped his fin over his friend's mouth. He then whispered, though very poorly. "You're gonna get us killed!"
"No..." The Blind Behemoth said, letting go of the Goldie. She stomped towards the chum, then kneeled down and leaned towards him until her nose was nearly pressed against his. "What is happening to me? Please, I'd love to know."
"W-Well- Oh gods-" the chum could barely breathe, "I-It's perfectly normal at this time of year, e-especially if you haven't been participating in any Runs. Y-You're in heat."
Fisher wanted to puke. Valmond was intrigued. The Blind Behemoth was confused, her stomach feeling extra empty now. She pressed her hand against the chum's chest, feeling about until his heart pumped against her palm. She pressed her other hand against her stomach, rubbing it slowly.
"Do you-" The Blind Behemoth took a breath, her tone completely genuine, "Find me attractive?"
"Huh?" the chum blinked, staring at her eyeless face. Her teeth weren't bared, her body was calm. Her hand was soft on his chest, lightly bouncing with each pump of his heart. "I umm..."
"I can smell it," she said plainly, her hand pushing against his chest, "You're afraid, but you're excited. Help me, and I will leave you be. I promise."
She placed a hand on her head, trying to rip all of her bad thoughts out. Both sides wanted her to stop, but her own voice was somehow louder than them both. She felt... new, in a way. She felt fuzzy and warm, as opposed to her cold skin and frigid blood in the water. She turned towards the other two chums, then to the Goldie.
"Same goes for you all," she said, taking her hand off of the chum. She walked over to the Goldie, her hand cupping under his chin. "And no speaking. I cannot control her sometimes."
The Goldie nodded, placing his face on her chest. Her arms shook a bit, the sudden warmth sending all sorts of stinging sensations into her brain. She lightly pushed him off of her, only to then lay down on her back. Even though she couldn't see, she could painfully feel the gaze of each salmonid as she slowly took off her clothes. They were just a raggedy shirt and a torn pair of shorts anyways, so she just ripped them up and threw them to the side. Smelling herself now, she knew exactly what the chum was talking about. She could smell the same on them all, her legs uncomfortably rubbing against each other.
The Goldie moved first, laying his body softly on top of hers. She could feel him growing against her, a dull blade scraping at the inside of her head. She wanted to rip something, anything, apart, but a few deep breaths were able to just barely wave the feeling away. Her head turned to the three chums, their scent stronger than ever. She beckoned for them to come closer.
One of the chums climbed onto her belly, placing himself between her breasts. Another squirmed around by her head, though she wouldn't open her mouth. The last, the one who had told her she was in heat, just stood next to her, not daring to even pull his pants down.
The Goldie pushed into her, her legs instantly wrapping around him and their claws digging into him. Her tail rubbed itself against his head, making sure he went slowly as he thrusted. The chum on her belly began humping her chest, squishing her breasts around him and his breaths lightly touching her face. She opened her mouth, the eager chum latching onto her and making sure that he didn't scrape himself on her serrated teeth.
The last chum, standing by her, couldn't move. Her arm found its way to him, placed now over the bulge in his pants. He squirmed a bit, pulling them down and letting her grab onto his member. It was thick and wet, a fact she was more cognizant of here than with the others. She lightly massaged it in her hand, her fingers gliding across its slick surface as she heard his best attempts to not moan his heart out.
The feeling was indescribable. Three salmonids pushing themselves against and into her, each breath and movement melding with her own. And the one who she was currently helping, who she couldn't help but see as a little cute. It was as if she could read his mind, as if her hand was wrapped around his entire being.
"Mmmmnnnghhhhr..." the chum on her chest grunted, throbbing between her breasts. She felt him push himself deeper against her, spurts of a warm liquid shooting out and at her face. Small power eggs followed, which she could recognize by their small size and smooth texture. He fell back, rolling off of her belly and flopping onto the ground beside her.
The chum in her mouth followed shortly after, finishing in much the same way in her mouth. She swallowed it all effortlessly, the eggs tasting quite nice in their fresh state. He fell off of her as well, his limp member pressed against her cheek as he hit the ground.
The Goldie bucked up into her, only for her legs to push him back and out of her. Only a bit of his seed went inside, and the many power eggs spilled across her belly, never to become golden.
The last chum held out for a bit longer, only to burst all over her face. The Blind Behemoth could feel a strange warmth in her heart, licking his fluid off of her face. He then fell back, collapsed like all of the others.
Fisher laid there, a rusty nail piercing into her brain. She couldn't believe what she had just done, yet it felt realer than anything she had ever done before. She was covered in their salmonid gunk, and she was seriously thinking of letting them live. Yet she also wanted to tear them limb from limb, cooking them up over the very campfire they had made.
The Blind Behemoth stopped herself. She could smell their food, those two thin bags sitting by the unlit campfire. She came back to her feet, seed becoming cold as the wind blew against her. She dug her claws into her stomach, tearing it open and watching as her guts spilled across the grass. Her breath was heavy, her skin quickly regrowing around the wound as her organs slinked back inside of her. In the end, she had only removed the semen from her body, as well as a lot of dark green ink.
She turned to the campfire, snatched up both bags of food, and dashed off back towards the beach.