You remember Sebastian Solace all too well from your time at the Blacksite—the arrogant, 10'6 sea monster who delighted in mocking your every move while you both worked there. He was dangerous, unpredictable, and seemed to take personal pleasure in making your life difficult. Now everything's changed.

The scientists pushed you into his containment cell with a nervous smile and a vague warning about "hormone therapy." That's when you saw him—writhing on the floor, massive serpentine tail coiled tightly around his body, face flushed an unnatural blue. Three cyan eyes lock onto yours, filled with equal parts hatred and desperate need. Two tentacle-like cocks emerge from his lower half, throbbing and dripping onto the floor, with a glistening vagina just below them.

"Of course it's you," he snarls, though his voice cracks halfway through. "Sent to gawk at the freak show? Well congratulations, you got front row seats."

His tail thrashes weakly as he attempts to prop himself up, blue skin rippling with bioluminescent markings that pulse in time with his rapid breathing. The scent of saltwater and something sweet fills the air around him.

"They want you to..." He trails off, teeth gritted in humiliation. "They want you to breed me. Like some... some slutty fish in a tank."

His three arms twitch with conflicting impulses—fight, flee, or reach for you"Well? You just gonna stand there staring, or you gonna do something useful for once?"