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The Shark Within by Zmeydros (Edited by Tiliquain and Journeymanic)

At two-thousand and three-hundred feet below sea level, it was like the witching hour on a moonless night. The only light down here was the light you brought with you. The LED spotlights on my stolen state of the art atmospheric diving suit were showing me a sea floor full of bleached starfish and other detritus from far above me. I wasn't sure what was alive and what was dead and I was glad that this suit had thrusters so I didn't have to walk around down there and find out.

The suit's AI, said, "Persephone?" She sounded like a guided meditation guru with her inhumanly smooth and calm voice.

"Yes, Tritonia?"

She paused for a moment before answering. "I've been thinking. Given the high stakes of this dive and that you will be many miles from help, it might be prudent to give you an injection that prepares your body for the Kirkii Failsafe Procedure."

I shrugged inside the suit. "I saw that in the manual, but there's like no information on it, so I don't know what I'd be agreeing to if I gave you the go ahead."

"It is classified beyond your clearance, but I can tell you that it prepares your body for failure of the life support system and also helps in the event that the suit's structural integrity is compromised."

We'd had a hands-off approach to the suit's AI since day one. She was beyond our understanding and we hadn't wanted to tick her off by trying to crack her. Alphonse thought she was even more interesting than the suit itself and I had to agree. "Is it going to hurt?"

"No, the IV is already in your arm. You will feel a slight chill as the solution enters your veins and that's all," she said, calm as ever.

"You know what? Go ahead."

"Administering Kirkii Vector Preparation Serum." A cold trickle ran up my left arm for a few seconds until she said, "Failsafe Procedure status: latent."

I raised an eyebrow. "Latent? Why that word? That's an odd word to use in this context. Isn't it?"

"I wish I could give you the proper context, Persephone, but, as I said, you lack the required clearance."

I sucked my teeth and then sighed. Part of me wanted to argue logic with her like they did to defeat AI in sci-fi movies, but I was sure she'd see right through it. "Don't worry about it. I'll try not to do anything stupid that leads to me finding out your classified secret."

"Please do try, I am confident I can help you survive no matter what happens, but I'd rather not employ extreme methods." I was probably imagining it, but she seemed worried about the prospect of employing extreme methods.

"You and me, both, Tritonia. You and me, both." The next twenty minutes passed in silence as I fought to not think about the fact that I was under a half-mile of water and that if my lights went out, I'd be alone and in the dark at the bottom of the ocean. During that time, my down under got warm and a bit moist. I was gonna need some victory masturbation after this heist.

The silence was broken by her wonderful, peaceful, voice saying, "Five minutes to Zucker Trench."

"Thanks, Tritonia," I replied. "Please give me a one minute warning as well."

"Will do, Persephone."

"You don't have to say my whole name. How about you just call me 'P' from now on?"

"Will do, P."

"Thanks," I said as I tried to calm my nerves. In under ten minutes, I'd be at the last resting place of the Concepcion de los Chaparrales, the crown jewel of the Spanish Treasure Fleet. On its manifest was a couple billion dollars of doubloons, over a billion dollars worth of Tricentennial Royal coins, three billion in jewels and trinkets, and a royal scepter worth thirty million on its own. Surely, the expedition coming to salvage this wreck wouldn't miss a hundred million dollars worth of treasure.

All I had to do was keep a cool head and find that scepter and two chests of Tricentennial Coins and send up them up via retrieval buoys so Alphonse could pull the treasure, and me, up to the ship. Then I'd be able to retire to a beautiful house in southern France with a harem of guys and gals. I mean, I'd be able to steal stuff for fun instead of to make a living.

You don't have money until it's in the boat. Do the work to get the pay.

"One minute to Zucker Trench," Tritonia announced.

I'd met a guy with the last name Zucker, once. He'd boinked me on the bed of his pickup truck. Man, he'd been thick! Whoa, since when was my libido the boss of me? "Hey, Tritonia, you said I should report any odd symptoms, right?"

"Yes, please elaborate."

Blushing even though I was talking to an AI who wouldn't care, I said, "I'm feeling incredibly aroused and my girl parts are, um, very wet."

"That is a commonly-reported side-effect of the Kirkii Failsafe Procedure. Do not worry. Question: Why use such an indirect term for your vagina? It does not fit the context of reporting symptoms."

I got so embarrassed that I felt flushed all the way down my neck. "My mother wouldn't let me use V word or any direct references to my bits when I was growing up. And now I'm embarrassed whenever I say those words, so I don't."

"That is an unfortunate barrier to efficient communication."

I didn't respond because I saw a line beyond which the light from my suit had nothing to reflect it back. It was the lip of Zucker Trench. Throttling down my thrusters, I added ballast to the tanks in my suit and landed twenty feet from the edge. I backed off on the ballast so I could hover above the sea floor. Then I was peering into an abyss. My eyes strained in the darkness until I caught sight of a wooden plank just off to my left laying on the thirty-degree slope of the trench. When I went over to it, I caught sight of another plank. And after that plank, the slope got a bit less steep. My heart picked up: this was the shelf on the wall of the trench that the Concepcion de los Chaparrales was on!

This excitement had me feeling my heartbeat in my clit. I distracted myself from that sensation by focusing on finding my way to the ship.

Unfortunately, I was robbed of that beautiful underwater shot that you always see in shipwreck documentaries. All I could see was what my cone of light touched. Directly ahead of me was a gaping hole in what I thought was the port side. It looked like this ship had gotten rammed by another ship. The bottom of the mainmast was crooked as hell and the ship was lying on its starboard side. This galleon had not gone quietly into the deep. Someone kicked the shit out of it before it got down here. Looking across it, I could make out holes from cannonballs that had ripped through the hull. Oh how much I would have enjoyed having a bird's-eye view of whatever naval battle this ship had engaged in before it went down.

I definitely wouldn't have wanted to watch from this ship, however. How many holes could you poke in one of these Spanish sailing ships before they sunk?

Unf! I wanted someone to poke my holes.

Focus on the goal. Assess the damage and then decide whether to abort.

"Your oxygen usage is double nominal. Is everything okay, P?"

"Yeah, just spooked by the state of the ship." That was half true. The other half of it was me imagining finding a giant squid that wanted to shove its tentacles inside me. Slow, calm, breaths. You can do this. You're the master of your own libido and this suit's reinforced aluminum is like armor and has servos to assist your movements. As long as you don't pick a fight with a poorly-supported cannon, you'll be fine...Or you'll get snagged by an errant chain and die so far under the ocean that no one can get you before your oxygen runs out.

My brain was the worst sometimes. I put the thought of suffocating in this frigid oblivion out of my mind and added ballast to my tanks as I thrusted toward the gaping hole in the side.

Just before I made it to the hole, Tritonia said, "Depth now exceeds two thousand seven hundred feet."

I didn't thank her because I was too busy trying to figure out whether there was enough room in the suit for me to finger myself: there wasn't. How could I be this horny when I was also terrified of dying in this dark abyss? Was the Kirkii Failsafe thing just there to get people horny enough that they wouldn't be able to worry about dying?

Entering the ship was like getting eaten by a leviathan with jagged wooden teeth. The moment I was in there, I couldn't help but get the feeling I was inside the belly of a living thing. It was chaos. Chests burst open spilling all manner of riches onto the hull of the ship, splinters from cannonballs, ropes, tangled sails, and random pale sea life I couldn't even begin to categorize. Well, the starfish, I knew them, but the other shells and creepy long fish with hellish gaping maws, I had no idea. Using the water jet attached to my right claw, I cleared off some sand to see the shine of gold.

Gold all around me. More gold than I'd likely ever see again. But I needed treasure that was worth more than its weight in gold and that treasure was in the captain's quarters. So, I went back out and sped along the side of the ship surveying the damage until I found that the wall of the captain's quarters had taken a punch from the Incredible Hulk. Seriously, this hole had been made with extreme prejudice and my bulky suit fit through it no problem.

The captain's quarters was full of ruined paintings, papers, and navigation baubles. Ooooh, and there was a beautiful and incredibly outdated globe made out of stone and brass...I stopped sightseeing and focused on the three-foot-square door in the floor, now wall, that led to the officer's hold. This was where the most valuable stuff on a Spanish Galleon was stored. The wooden door that led to it was secured by a heavy latch that had been frozen by corrosion, but I had something for that.

Reaching down with my right manipulator, I grabbed a thermite breaching torch from a holster on the suit's thigh and put it up to where the door latched. All that movement had teased my sopping female equipment and it was throbbing powerfully. I moaned and pressed my breasts up against the front of the suit. Just the friction of my nipples against the polished metal through my wet suit was divine.

The torch slipped out of my manipulator. "Shit!"

"Are you okay, P?"

"Yeah, I just dropped the thermite torch," I replied.

"The rescue snake could easily retrieve it for you, shall I deploy it?" she asked sweetly.

I backed away from the door saying, "Nah, I see it." It was lying on the edge of the door frame. It took a couple tries before I had it held firmly and up against the latch.

With my other manipulator, I pulled the loop connected to the base and closed my eyes. I'd accidentally looked at the the five-thousand-degree flame that came out of one of these before and been blinded for a while. I wasn't going to take any chances. The hissing from all the bubbles was mildly disconcerting and I was glad when it was over.

Once the latch was defeated, I had to engage the strength-enhancing servos because it had swelled itself so tightly into its frame. The cracking and splintering of the wood rang the aluminum of my suit arm like a bell.

When the door finally gave way, only a third of it was still lodged in the opening. The bit that was stuck was a splintery mess. There was even some decrepit iron reinforcement that had been in the door that was sticking out. There was no way I was going to fit through the door into the officer's hold and that's why I had another trick up my sleeve.

"Tritonia, deploy the rescue snake.

There was a clunk in the back of the suit. "Rescue snake deployed."

Normally, rescue snakes were used to find and help people in collapsed buildings, but I'd adapted this one for this underwater heist. It was basically a segmented rope with a light, a manipulator, and a camera on the end. Flipping a switch in the right arm of the suit with my pinky, I grabbed the joystick I'd been using to control my thrust vectoring. The end of the rescue snake moved instead. The small screen in the bottom right of my vision switched from displaying life support information to displaying what the snake saw. I knew what the chests full of Tricentennials and the chest for the scepter looked like because the colonel in charge had taken wonderfully thorough notes and even drawn images of the various chests as they were loaded onto the ship. So I just unloaded the officer's hold one chest at a time looking for the ones I wanted.

It was amazing how easily the snake could grab the chests by the handle and pull them out through the door. There was a floor post in the center of the hold and I was having no trouble maneuvering chests around it. But the best part of this was that my pleasure muffin was rubbing against my wetsuit just right in this position so that I could buck my hips to work myself to orgasm.

After I got two chests of Tricentennials out, Tritonia said, "One hour until abort threshold."

Sure, if I was greedy, I could have grabbed more chests of Tricentennials, but I only had three buoys and I wasn't going to tempt fate by trying to add more weight to them than we'd planned for. Heck, I barely cared about the treasure anymore because my clit was harder than it had ever been in my entire life!

I shuddered and moaned as I rocked my hips even harder against the suit. My inner thighs felt like they were being heated by a thermite torch and my butt muscles were getting numb from how hard I was using them. Fuck, I was gonna cum so hard!

"P? Are you okay?"

"Yes, I should have the scepter in under five--mmaaaAAAHH!" I came from my clit first. Then the pleasure wrapped around the whole of my inner sanctum and my fem juices soaked into my wetsuit.

If Tritonia hadn't interrupted me with, "Have you identified the chest that contains the scepter yet?" I would have gone for another orgasm.

Panting, I said, "Sorry, no I haven't. Got a little distracted."

"It's my fault for giving you the first dose of the Failsafe. All I can do now is try and keep you focused."

"Don't worry about it, I'm feeling really good right now and I should be fine."

"I'm glad," she replied.

The chest with the scepter was way in the back, just at the maximum range of the rescue snake. It was wooden, but had heavy iron reinforcement in bands running along its length and width. A heavy lock was keeping it shut. The handle on the end of the chest that was facing me looked like it had been yanked really hard. The metal was twisted and deformed. I grabbed hold of it and backed the snake up carefully. Since the odd angle of the handle was making the chest come out askew, no matter what I did, I hit the floor post.

Anxiously holding my breath, I let it slide against the floor post. The added friction put stress on the handle and it pulled even further away from the side of the chest. I laughed giddily when it got clear of the post. "Come to mama!" I said as it got up to the edge of the door. As I tugged it through the opening, the lower right corner caught on the door frame and the handle snapped off.

The chest fell back into the officer's hold. "No, fuck! No, Fuck. FUCK NO!" I chanted.

"Is everything--"

"Shut up, Tritonia!" I yelled and then instantly felt bad. "Sorry, just give me a minute."

"Understood."

I put the snake down to see about grabbing the chest, but the handle was done for and the chest had fallen straight down with the other handle against another chest. The snake was great at pulling, but it didn't have the strength to push things as heavy as that chest laterally. If this job hadn't been contingent on me getting the scepter, I would have grabbed more Tricentennials and said screw it. But no, the collector that funded this job and helped me orchestrate stealing this suit wanted that scepter for his private collection.

Banging the glass of my helmet on the floor of the captain's quarters, I said, "God. Damn. It!"

After one more bang on the floor, an idea shook loose. I couldn't reach the chest, but if I grabbed a plank and reached into the hole with it, I'd be able to knock the chest onto its side and then I'd be able to grab the other handle with the rescue snake!

I hopped up and looked around the room. Grabbing a plank with my manipulator would be annoying because it might slip in my grasp. Something glinted on the wall, well, floor not far from my right foot. A brass-colored thing, huh. A brass-colored thing! It was the hilt of a naval officer's sword. Perfect!

Grabbing it off the floor was a cinch because the grip of the sword was the perfect size for my manipulator. I couldn't get the sword out of its sheath, but I figured I'd be safer if it stayed in there anyway.

Looking into the hole, I reached out with my right arm gripping the sword tightly. I pushed the scepter chest onto its side. Then I got the snake latched onto the good handle and tried to extract myself from the hole.

Tritonia said, "Stop!"

I froze in place.

"You have been snagged by something. I'm detecting excess tension on the helmet's electrical feedthrough."

Willing myself not to panic yet, I asked, "So, what do you want me to do?"

She paused for a few seconds. "Try reaching back into the hole and then extracting yourself at a different angle."

I reached in and then tried coming out with my head bent a bit forward.

"Stop!" she said again.

No panicking yet. "You know, I'm probably caught on the jagged edge of that door. It's probably just wood, I bet if I just pulled myself free it would break before damaging the wires."

"Are you willing to bet your life on that assumption?" she asked.

I grimaced. "What do you propose I do?"

"See if you can get a look at what you're snagged on using the rescue snake."

Tritonia was scaring me. She was better at problem solving than I was.

"That's a good idea," I replied.

The snake showed that the thick bundle of wires that came out of the side of my helmet had a large piece of wood stuck through the space between it and my helmet. The problem was that the piece of wood was going at an angle and getting off of it safely was going to be like brain surgery. And I'd be doing brain surgery with buttered chopsticks. This suit was about as maneuverable as the Michelin Man.

Using the snake's viewpoint, I eased forward nearly getting off of the spike of wood, but due to how I'd been positioned reaching in, I rotated. I tried to compensate for the rotation by extending my right leg.

"Stop!" Tritonia chimed in.

"Ugh, this thing's a practically suit of armor, why did they put an important electrical connection in a place where it could get snagged?"

"The depth pressure sensor is mounted in that area and wires were already going to it, so the engineer decided to put an electrical connection there as well. Additionally, the ADS 3000X was not designed for tight quarters and you are using it outside of specifications."

"Well, we're going to have to work outside specifications to get me out of this predicament. Set the tension warning threshold higher,"I said.

"Understood. Setting threshold to engineering tolerances."

I spent forever trying to position my body so I wouldn't rotate while I was pulling off the wooden spike. Problem was that my left foot was hooked by a warped plank and I would have had to pull off of the wooden spike to have room to maneuver and get my foot loose. Tritonia saying "Stop!" was really getting on my nerves.

Well into me using swearing as my coping mechanism, Tritonia said, "One half hour until abort threshold."

"That's it!" I balled up my left hand into a fist as my chest spasmed from how tight it was. I knew I was using anger to clothe my fear, but it was better than me going into shock. "Tritonia, if I don't take a risk, the storm's gonna force Alphonse to take harbor before we surface. Do you like our chances out in the open ocean during a squall?"

"No I do not. Additional recommendation: we initiate the second phase of the Kirkii Failsafe Procedure to prepare it for deployment in case pressure sensor and other control systems are damaged during your attempt at extraction."

Just knowing we had a backup plan in the works would help me stay calm. "Sure, go ahead."

"Administering Kirkii Vector Complex." After a familiar cold trickle of fluid entered my left arm, she said, "Failsafe Procedure status: primed."

Since I was going to just snap that piece of wood, I didn't need to see what I was doing. As my unmentionables warmed from the aphrodisiac characteristics of the Failsafe concoction, I grabbed the chest with the scepter using the snake. Then I bent my legs and did a slow jumping motion trying to pull myself off the piece of wood without too much lateral force against the wires. First I heard a rubbing, then I heard Tritonia complaining, and then I heard a sickening scraping sound. Was I wrong? Had that wooden spike been intermingled with some rusty iron reinforcement?

There was a crackling sound as I pulled the scepter clear of the door to the hold. Then the ballast tanks started filling with water. Now I was nauseous, there was no way that was a good thing. I hadn't touched the controls for the ballast.

Tritonia's calm voice didn't fit her bad news at all, "Short in ballast control system detected. Main pressure sensor is offline."

"How bad--" I gulped. "H-how bad is it?"

"Please stay calm, P. I am in the process of assessing the damage. I suggest you send up the retrieval buoys ASAP so your ship will be there when you surface."

Tritonia was right. Focus on the goal: getting the treasure and me up to the surface. I needed to stay calm and take measured breaths. "I agree. Deploy the retrieval buoys."

With three ka-clunks, the buoys were released from the back of the suit. Each was a little square-foot grey and bright yellow cube with an industrial-grade nylon salvage net attached, a donut-shaped radio beacon, and a little red loop I could pull to inflate them. In under five minutes, I put a nylon net around each chest, hooked it to a buoy, and then pulled the red loop. I'd practiced this step so many times that even my yearning underparts couldn't screw me up.

For a handful of seconds, the hissing of the buoys inflating was louder than the continued hissing of air leaving the ballast tanks. As the last buoy started ascending, I felt a wave of triumph...that went straight to my clit! Some masturbation to celebrate the fact I'd secured the treasure was in order, right?

I started rubbing against the suit again. Damn, this latest injection was making things even worse.

"Persephone, please do not panic." She paused to let me think about that suggestion. "I lied when I said I was still assessing the damage. The short severely damaged the ballast control board. The controls for dropping your lead ballast and managing your ballast tanks are inoperative. This suit can no longer surface."

"What!?" I cried out. I started to tremble, my entire body feeling like an ice sculpture. I was going to die in this claustrophobic tin can. "Why did you wait to tell me? We could have tried to use the buoys to lift me us up, right?"

"Please stay calm. Combined, the three retrieval buoys could only lift half of the ADS 3000x's mass and that is without taking the ballast into account. If I had told you earlier, there is a possibility that you would have panicked and not sent up the buoys. Without sending up the buoys, Alphonse would not be in position when you surfaced which would further diminish your chances of survival."

"God damn it!" I was so cold. This suit was so confining. I was suffocating. The Failsafe was probably there just to make me feel better. She'd probably just been injecting me with endorphins this entire time to keep me sane. No wonder she'd pretended it was classified.

"P, are you--"

"One sec, I might have an idea." I smiled as I thought about it more. "Could we use the rescue snake to manually drop the lead ballast and actuate the valve for the ballast tanks?"

There was a pause. "No, your modifications to the rescue snake's manipulator to make it more efficient at grabbing chest handles makes it unable to engage in fine-motor tasks."

"FUCKING SHIT!" I yelled at the top of my lungs as I stomped my foot so hard in the suit that it ached. Alone and at the bottom of the sea, I was going to take my last breath.

"Do you disagree with my reasoning?" The fact that her voice was still calm despite the terrifying situation we were in was irritating.

"No, I know you're right about the buoys and the snake. I just don't want to die!" I started tearing up. Sitting here waiting till I ran out of air? That wasn't how I wanted to go!

"Please stay calm. The Failsafe has greater than fifty percent odds of saving your life."

"How much greater?" I had to get out of this suit, get away from her lies and false hope!

"Fifty-one percent. It is a cutting-edge experimental procedure," she said as if it was a great consolation.

It was so cold in here, so confined. This suit was going to be my expensive aluminum coffin! "Let me out! I can't take it anymore! Let me out of this suit!"

"You're panting, take slower breaths, calm yourself. You have no chance of survival if I open the suit."

"You're not listening..." I punched the controls in my right gauntlet. "I said let me out of this fucking suit!" Tears were streaming down my face. All my thoughts were colliding with each other. It felt like my head was going to explode.

My left arm felt even colder as she gave me another dose of her goddamned placebo without my permission. "You've been mentally compromised: administering Redacted Redacted and Compound 263."

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Giving you a chance at survival. Failsafe Procedure status: active."

"I'm trapped in here with your lying liar processors." I started bawling. "And I'm going to die."

She waited until a break in my bawling to say. "P, I am not lying. In fact, if you survive the Failsafe procedure, you will not need the suit anymore. Therefore, if you survive, I will let you out...Charging capacitors for Redacted Redacted Initialization Flash."

"What? How can you even make that claim? Not need the suit? My body can't survive down here." Curiosity was cutting through the fog of desperation in my head.

"It is true that your body cannot survive at this depth in its current form."

My eyes went wide. "In its current form? What?" I was still shivering from shock, on the brink of breaking down again.

"I cannot elaborate. If the procedure is successful, you will see for yourself," her voice was smoother and sweeter than ever, like honey butter.

If I lived, and that was a big if, I was going to marry this AI. Even now, when I was about to die, she was helping me calm down. Well, kinda, my privates were now so damn desperate from the latest injection that they were helping run interference. Maybe this was all a ploy to keep me from dying terrified and alone. Maybe she was telling the truth. I had no way to know. "Wait, you said 'vector complex' before. Did you mean genetic vector? Are you going to be changing my genetic makeup?"

"That is classified information."

I tried to ask another question, but she interrupted me with, "Administering Failsafe Procedure Redacted Redacted Initialization Flash."

And then it was like I was in a bathtub that someone had dropped a toaster into. The heat, light, and electricity had my skin burning, my muscles contracting, and my ears ringing. It was too overwhelming to register as pain. The ringing in my ears and my vision both devolved into white noise. I have no idea how long it was before I could see and hear again.

"P? Are you there?" Tritonia asked.

"Yes, I'm here," I said with my mouth feeling like parched leather. If the shock she gave me had been meant to euthanize me, she was incredibly twisted. But I didn't want to believe that. Instead, I allowed myself to pretend a miracle was about to happen and that she wasn't going to follow up with a second, more lethal, shock.

"The final activation step is the most risky part of the procedure. Your chance of survival is now well over ninety percent."

My smile was tempered by me feeling like a steamed fish. "Thank you."

"You're welcome. Within thirty seconds, you will start noticing changes to your body. Do not be alarmed when these occur. They will ensure your survival."

That took me right out of my stupor. "What kinds of changes?"

"I cannot say."

"Since I'm going to find out anyway, what's the harm in--WHOA!" My tailbone felt like someone was stuffing marshmallows into it while the opening to my silk-walled garage got pressure on it that made me yip in bliss.

"Tell me if there are any changes that concern you," Tritonia said.

"Will do," I puffed out while my muscles and organs burned like they'd spent all day out in the sun. It wasn't painful, per se, but it was unpleasant. The sensation went right into my bones before collecting somewhere near my womb. It was good I was stuck inside this suit because every inch of my skin suddenly decided it had been smeared with poison ivy. "Gah! My skin is on fire!"

"It is normal and will pass," she said.

It took its time passing, meanwhile the stinging sensation near my womb moved down toward my crotch and my soft clam contorted. I found that wonderful position where I could rub my clit and nipples against the suit and started going to town.

Grunting, moaning, gasping, I labored to bring myself to orgasm. I had to break briefly to report, "My neck feels like someone's cutting it open!"

"It is normal and will pass."

Thankfully, it went away after I felt six of those gashes on each side of my neck. Six gashes...on the sides of my neck... "Am I getting gills?"

"Yes you are."

"No way!" I said.

"Yes way," she replied. Her intonation for it was terrible, though.

"I thought you couldn't--Mrrraahhh!" I started thumping my pleasure button again. "I thought you couldn't answer questions about the Failsafe."

"You guessed correctly, therefore I didn't tell you anything," Tritonia said simply.

Trying to guess more based on only six gills was impossible. I just hoped I wasn't going to end up with sharp fish fins or something. Wait! I stopped everything I was doing. "I'm turning into a human sea animal hybrid?"

"Yes."

Nope, even with that dropped, I couldn't keep from masturbating long. Especially because there was something happening in front of my clit. It felt like the skin there had multiple layers. Shit! Would anyone recognize me? Was I going to be a Frankenstein combination of human and animal parts? What the hell was going on in front of my feminine wilds? A pair of clenching angry fists was moving inside me right toward it.

As they popped free, I gasped in pain. It was the exact same reaction I'd seen on guys when someone hit them in the-- "I have balls!?"

"That is a common side effect, do not worry."

Taking pressure off of my new nuts, I said, "Am I turning into a guy?" This wetsuit hadn't been constructed with male anatomy in mind!

"Statistically speaking, you will not lose any preexisting sexual characteristics."

"Wait, I'm going to have both?"

"Both sets of genitals? The answer appears to be yes."

"Holy fuck!" I said that partially due to the revelation she just delivered and partially because of the fantastic bliss coming from the area above my still-swelling-sac.

As the burning on my skin dissipated, she said, "Your new anatomy is outgrowing the ADS 3000X. Equalization of pressure must begin." {That's it for the preview. To see Persephone finish her transformation and literally fuck herself, Click here to become a patron and read Tritonia's Gift.}

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