I know this is different from my usual content, but I'm posting it anyway. Fuck you, I felt like it.

Warning, this is a lemon, read at your own risk. Contains fetish content including bondage and facesitting. Don't like, don't read.

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It's Just Veemo Ass, Aight? (Part 1)

Agent 3 didn't like being tied up.

He didn't know that he'd ever have to specify that no, he did not want to be tied up. Of course, being the sole member of the front line of an army did tend to land you in a lot of trouble, and getting captured was probably overdue at this point. In fact, it might've been a good way to reach Octavio faster, given that he'd be able to escape from whatever execution device was used in the Octarian base.

But there was no Octarian base. No execution, no torture devices, none of that. He seemed to not have been dragged off far, considering he was still in the same area he was ambushed in, but he was definitely in a more secluded corner.

He struggled at his bonds; trying to turn into a squid didn't seem to work. Maybe there was some weird electrical current running through the ropes, maybe they had poisoned him, he didn't know. He didn't understand Octarian technology.

"Oh, is the squiddy awake?" He heard a voice from beside him. He looked over to see an Octoling, her goggles off and tossed to the side, staring at him intently; She was wearing the standard armor and boots for Octoling soldiers, showing him that she was not of high rank. She had not been there just moments before.

His arms instinctively moved to his holster, but they were restrained and as such just made a strange jerking motion. He tried to keep his cool, but being tied up definitely made him quite anxious. "Hey. Would you mind untying me? I've got some unfinished business."

She simply smiled at him. "Nah, I can't do that. You'd just steal our Zapfish. And that wouldn't be any fun, now would it?"

"I'd argue that it's quite a bit of fun."

"Maybe for you, but I don't think I'd be having any fun." The Octoling replied.

Agent 3 strained his muscles and managed to sit himself upright. "Alright, well, if you won't let me go, at least tell me why you haven't killed me yet."

"If I do that, it'd ruin the surprise, which would ruin the fun. And we both know I wouldn't like that."

Becoming more agitated, he glared at her. "Just spit it out, bitch."

As it turns out, this was not a good idea.

She frowned at him, and he knew he had made a mistake.

"Throwing out insults, huh?" She forcefully kicked him to the ground, and planted a foot on his chest. "You're not really in a position to be doing that, now are you?"

He winced as he felt the heel of her boot digging into his skin. "I'd much rather you not-"

He yelped as the Octoling lifted her foot up and stomped on his chest, feeling a considerable amount of pain. "Shut up." She said, squinting her eyes at him. "I didn't give you permission to speak, did I?"

This war was officially not going well.

With no way out, the only thing he could do was stand his ground. By doing exactly what his captor told him to stop doing. Because, despite being at the mercy of his enemy, Agent 3 was still quite a cheeky motherfucker.

"No, you didn't give me explicit permission, but you also didn't previously state that-"

She stomped on him again. "Shut your mouth, squiddy, or I'll shut it for you."

"I don't see how that's going to help you unless, like, you permanently sew my lips-"

"I warned you." She muttered, and started to turn around.

"No, like, seriously, how are you going to... Excuse me what the fuck?"

And those were the last words he said before she sat her ass on his face.

The war was officially really not going well.

Her ass covered his mouth and nose, forming a very good seal and preventing him from taking in any air. Her spandex shorts were not helping him, being a material that really wasn't that breathable. At least his eyes were uncovered, although that didn't actually do much for him in this current situation.

"Not much to say now, huh?" She giggled, looking behind her shoulder at him. His face was very red; while not a very effective method of killing, this seemed to be quite humiliating. "Having trouble breathing?"

He suddenly realized the worst part of it all: he wasn't able to make sarcastic comments anymore. Her method of shutting him up did indeed shut him up.

This was a major problem that he had no possible solution for.

She lifted her round bottom off of his face for just long enough for him to take a single gasping breath, then sat right back down again. She began moving her hips slowly from left to right, grinding her butt on his face and forcing his mouth and nose further into her ass.

Agent 3 didn't like this one bit, of course, and uselessly struggled against his bonds. "MMMMMPH!" He shouted a very accurate onomatopoeia that was muffled by the Octoling's ass.

She simply laughed at his weak movements and continued the swaying motion. "Struggle all you want, you're not getting away, not from me." Making herself comfortable, she kicked her boots off and undid the strap to her metal chestplate, tossing it to the side.

Starting to run out of air fairly quickly, probably mostly due to his muffled yell a few moments earlier, he felt his face start to flush even more and he continued his pointless battle against the ropes.

"Do you need some air?" She taunted him, looking back at him once again. "Well, that's too bad. Should have thought of that before you opened your mouth."

After a few more seconds, Agent 3 managed to move his face to the side, drawing in precious air. The Octoling immediately moved to put his face back facing upward. "Excuse me?! I don't think I gave you permission to breathe. Bad squid." She moved herself into a kneeling postion, her feet on either side of his head to prevent him from doing it again. "You have a few lessons to learn." She said, and lowered her ass back into his face.

He kept up his attempts to move, but wasn't lucky enough to get an early breath again.

"You know, none of this would have happened if you hadn't decided to throw an insult my way." The Octoling commented. This wasn't exactly true, but she went along with it anyway. "Now you're on the ground, smelling my ass. And you're going to stay that way." She looked over her shoulder at him. "Actually..."

He did not like the way that sounded.

To be continued... (Probably.)