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The Deepking - The Depths

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Prologue

The port town of Dallingham Bay. It was a military town with it’s major feature being the large naval base that was dominated the port area. Large, imposing military ships both new and old were docked on the piers and there was even a massive construction yard where an air craft carrier was currently undergoing repairs. It was more than just its naval presence, of course. It was also where Baypark Petroleum had its headquarters. While not as large as, say Los Angeles or New York, Dallingham still had a strong population of about a hundred and fifty thousand including the surrounding suburbs.

I remembered the first time I arrived in town naturally on a private jet owned by Roy. Bradley was being his usual excitable self, Roy was boring over the notes about the Ocean King and thinking aloud about its history. I was just sitting by waiting and watching for anything to go wrong. By Roy’s standards, this exploratory expedition to an old beached oil tanker was pretty sub-par. Our previous adventure had involved nuclear launch codes, weapons of mass destruction and a would-be-despot that was using superstitious belief in Alexander the Great’s bloodline to create his own dictatorship. Going to some unnamed island to survey an oil tanker wasn’t anywhere near that level of ‘adventure’ but years of trotting the globe with Roy had told me that even the most unassuming of things could turn out to be world-ending.

Little did I know how right I was… and how much I’d enjoy it.

Some cynical part of me laughed at the idea that instead of being on the side of ‘good’ that was thwarting the end of the world, I was instead on the side of the crazy sex cult that was bringing about the total annihilation of humanity. Then again, after spending so much time with the Deepking and my fellow knights, it was understandable why humanity needed to be wiped out. Not that we were really wiping them out. We were evolving them, as Roy would say.

I grew more and more excited at the prospect that it was finally my turn to experience my own evolution and this time, I would be bringing the Deepking’s rule onto land. We had been confined to the sea for long enough. It was time to bring our campaign to the shore and beyond. Just thinking about it stirred my loins. Thick, clear, opalescent liquid oozed out of the slit positioned between my legs. The anatomy was quite odd at first but as time went on and as my long, pointed, orca dick rose from my slit over and over again, I grew to love the sensation of my sensitive shaft emerging from the slit or shoving an orca’s face into my groin and having them go to town on my slit.

The distant harbour was barely a blip on the distance, a little, vaguely shimmering line on the horizon. Fishermen and patrol boats were returning to shore. None of them noticed the large fleet quietly lurking beneath the waves. The Ocean King’s highest spire, acting almost like a dorsal fin cutting through the waves, was the only thing visible on the surface. It was there that I stood, watching our slow approach to the shore.

“You are excited.”

The Deepking’s presence immediately caused a jet of precum to shoot out of my long, pink dick. A glance over my shoulder and I watched the majestic form of my lord emerge from the Ocean King like he was emerging from behind a steel curtain. There was no door that he was came out from; no opening where he stepped out of the darkness. He literally stepped out from the metal surface of the fin, the metal around him rippling and shifting like water.

It never ceased to amaze me how much he had grown in power and what miracles he could perform.

“Who wouldn’t be?” I answered, turning back towards the harbour. Naturally, I lifted my tail to him, welcoming him to take me. “This is the beginning of the end. After tonight, humanity’s doom is assured.”

His hands rested on my shoulders, his touch was gentle, affectionate and soothing. “We aren’t here to doom mankind. Our goal is to end everyone’s loneliness. Everyone is so different. So… unique. It is the nature of any individual to put up divisions between themselves. There will always be a ‘you’ and a ‘me’. Ending that is no mean feat but I know when you succeed, I will have the power I will need to reach our goal. I will cease to just be me. You will cease being you.” His hand glided up my neck, gently turning my head towards him, our lips mere inches away from one another. “Then we will become a ‘we’… an ‘us’.”

Nothing would bring me more pleasure than to become one with my lord and master.

“Take me,” I pleaded.

The Deepking’s powerful hands gently grasped my shoulders, turning me to face him. I had always been comfortable with my masculinity and my sexuality. Many of my partner had commented on my prowess in bed. But in this situation, despite having been fucked by the Deepking many times before, I suddenly was at a loss. What do I do with my hands? Do I kiss him? Should I wrap my legs around his waist and let him mount me like so many times before?

Of course, he offered the solution as is big hands gently rand down my arms, taking my wrists and placing them against his chest; his big, broad chest firmly decorated by those massive pectorals. I could not help but squeeze down on those juicy muscles, feeling the firm striations of muscle between my fingers and how they resisted my touch like tightly wound steel cords. The feel of those taut muscles drew me in, calling out to the very cells of my body and coaxing me out of this momentary paralysis. The siren song of my lord’s body called to my cock, the long, pink member rising out from the opening positioned above my heavy balls, drooling precum. Like three leviathans waking from slumber, my dick and his two members rose to meet one another; mine, sliding between his two. The heat radiating from his twin dicks pulsed through mine, my sensitive flesh spasming in excitement.

His body drew me in, his arms wrapping gently around my back and pulling me closer. For the first time in a long time, I was actually nervous. It was like the first day out of boot camp and my first day being a bodyguard. Each of those times, I had been so scared but after a baptism by fire, I was reborn into a bigger, tougher individual. What’s that old saying? What doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger? The same could be said in all those situations and this one.

I was so lost in my own thoughts that I never noticed that the Deepking’s pectorals had drawn me in even more. So much so that my fingers were sinking into his flesh. For a second, there was that momentary burst of fear, that shot of adrenaline and panic… then the logical part of my brain kicked in. Old military training kicked in and I head my old CO’s raspy bark in my ear.

‘What do you see, soldier? What do you feel?’

I felt warm. I felt my hands sinking into the Deepking’s pectorals little by little. My flesh was being stripped from my fingers with a sensation like scratching away at a scab wound except all over my hand. It was very pleasant and infinitely satisfying. His heartbeat pulsed through our connected flesh and all the way up my thick forearms. The vibrations didn’t go beyond that yet but with every little fraction of me that melded into him, his heart pumped further and further up my arms. His cocks seemed to close in around mine, sandwiching them between their two massive spires while simultaneously rubbing up and down my own chest, drooling oily precum that dripped down my legs and onto the floor.

My former commanding officer’s works came rocketing through my mind, bringing me back from this euphoric bliss.

‘What is the situation? What is your primary objective?’

With every passing second, I was becoming part of something much greater than myself; I was becoming one with the Deepking. My nerves finally connected with his and suddenly I could feel everything that he felt. First came the sensations of his enormous, muscled, majestic body. His twin cocks were like two hot radio towers constantly calling for release. It was almost too much that I would have lost my load there and then but then. With my own cock begging for release, it was almost too much for me. Then the flesh of his dicks began pressing against mine a little more, the veins crossing the shafts inching towards one another before crossing the boundaries between our skin and merging. Suddenly, all that pressure building in me wasn’t so bad. He was sharing my load. Even as the three spires continued to beg for release, his immense will pulled me back.

As the haze of lust cleared, I saw the great weight he bore. Nearly a thousand orcas were under his influence and each of them were horny. Their cumulative sex drives constantly produced a sort of ephemeral energy that fed into the Deepking. That same energy was now being pumped into me, changing me and drawing me into him at the same time. This power coursed through my hands, drawing them up to the wrists into his chest and likewise, my cock was being enveloped in his dicks. I could feel his heart pulsing through me, all this energy swirling through me. My circulatory system became part of him, my muscles his, my bones melding into his flesh.

What was my primary objective? It was to become one with him.

A soft moan left my lips and I willingly pushed myself against him, my arms sinking halfway up my forearms into his chest. There was a brief moment when I could feel my fingers brushing up against his ribs but that quickly vanished as his power unwound my muscles, absorbed my bones and merged my veins and nerves with his, using all of the material to feed him. I could not resist. I didn’t want to resist! This was my apotheosis!

Then old Sergeant McGraw’s voice barked again at the back of my head, softer this time but still as cutting as the first time he had spat in my face.

‘How are you going to achieve your primary objective, soldier!?’

The answer was simple.

I was going to be one with the Deepking. That was my primary objective. How was I going to achieve it? I was going to cum. I was going to cum hard and give myself entirely to him.

I thrust my hips, my partially-merged cock sinking deeper and deeper into his members while my arms disappeared all the way up to the elbow. His arms around my back began drawing at my flesh. Even without turning around to look, I could see through his eyes as my flesh seemed to willingly leap up against his fingers, sinking into them like I was made of melting chocolate. Still he pulled me closer to him and at long last, my chest pressed up against his.

Our lips met, his hot passion surging through me. His cocks were pushing up against my chest, warping my frame which became more and more like liquid. As more of my body was absorbed into him, strands of his form began pulling away from his body, curling through the air like long, black globules or tentacles before curling around me. Slowly, they closed in around me, blocking out the light. They formed a strong cocoon, pressing against my body and forming yet another means to draw me into him. These strands multiplied, shooting from his arms and legs to curl around my rump and tail. His calves seemed to swallow mine, our thighs merging into a single solid mass.

For a moment, our kiss broke only for me to sink further into him, my head receding from his head and seemingly sinking down into his luscious pectorals. The bulge that was me, this vague silhouette of what had been Brock Lorraine, looked like a distended tumour sprouting from his chest, not struggling, not breathing but slowly sinking away into him. My sensations faded away instead replaced by his lust. All I could feel was the throbbing need of his cocks and the power radiating from his body.

Bit by bit, I felt myself fading away into him, becoming one with God. My limbs unwound into long strands, seeping into his flesh. My organs vanished piece by piece into his. My senses were overcome by his and little by little, that lump that was me vanished into his divine form.

‘What do you see, soldier? What do you feel?’

I wanted to yell that that voice, tell the memory of Sergeant McGraw to shut the fuck up and disappear just as I was. We were becoming something more. There was no resisting it.

But then I realised that voice was not McGraw’s.

It was the voice of my lord.

I felt… I felt warm. I felt the powerful pressure building in the Deepking’s cock and balls but more than that. I felt him being forced to sit down on his rump as an immense bulge began building on his stomach. His diamond-hard abdominals began to gurgle and stretch, a belly rapidly forming. He ran his hands proudly over the rapidly growing bulge… his hands running over me.

I was growing.

This realisation triggered the great ‘flush’ as I was sucked away from the Deepking’s consciousness, ripped out from God’s mind and pushed into his stomach. It was human hubris that had first beached the Ocean King and it would have been my hubris as well to assume I would just become part of a God. It this, I accepted my role as I was returned to a body that was being reformed and reshaped to his divine will. At first, I felt nothing again. A gnawing emptiness and an eternal darkness that would have filled any man with dread. Not me. My faith remained with the Deepking and I could feel his presence as I continued to grow, my form developing stronger and stronger with each passing second.

My toes were the first thing to regain mobility. Then were my fingers. A prickling sensation rippled all throughout my body as my nerves connected, my blood vessels developed and all my organs started to activate once more. The bulge in his belly grew bigger and bigger and with it, so did I. Control over my body grew tot he point that I was able to move my developing limbs. Even though I couldn’t see in this darkness, I could feel that my spindly arms were growing bigger and bigger with each passing second. I pushed my hands against a hard surface, the confines of my temporary cocoon.

For a brief instant, the Deepking gave me a flash of insight, a look at the enormous bulge that had grown in his belly. It was big enough that it had caused his abdominals to disappear and was now pushing past his pectorals. The Deepking moaned, his twin massive cocks constantly leaking now as I continued to grow within him.

This stimulated me. A rush of strength shot through my arms. A fraction of the Deepking’s power, that ephemeral energy from before, pumped through my veins. It seeped into my bones and muscles, euphoric electricity that coursed through my veins. Muscles rapidly grew, bones lengthened to the point where they had been before and more. All too late I realised I was growing bigger than I was before. I was almost the same size as the Deepking when I had entered him and the last thing I wanted was to cause him discomfort. Instinctively, I wrapped myself up in a foetal position, my knees right up to my chin. My thighs were pressing up against one another and my chest giving me the perfect position to feel them grow, hard muscles pressing up against developing pectorals.

I kept growing. There was no stopping it. My cocoons grew with me but soon, I felt a limit as even the Deepking’s divine physique could not take more. I moaned in worry but at the same time, I could not stop the growth that had my head brushing up against the wall of the cocoon. I adjusted my position, trying to make sure I didn’t explode out of my lord.

Then his voice, full of confidence and benevolence, echoed once more through my mind.

‘What is the situation? What is your primary objective?’

My situation was that I was growing in my lord to better serve him. I could feel the same power that coursed through me earlier, that strength that had allowed him to manipulate his very flesh to pull me into him, radiating from every cell in my body. I knew this would be my power. But I was still confined within him.

He shot me a vision. An image of him grasping one of his massive cocks which was growing bigger, thicker and readying itself for the climax. The pressure of a building orgasm was building and more than anything, he wanted to ‘birth’ me.

So my primary objective was to get out. To make him cum.

A rumble like thunder roiled from somewhere outside of my cocoon. That rumble turned into the roar of river rapids. The connection with the Deepking was still there so I felt the explosion of euphoria, that incredible blast of release as the egg that I was confined in was pushed out from his stomach, send towards the base of his cock causing it to engorge and then push up his shaft. The vertigo of the sudden movement passed quickly as my entire body was rocked by these overwhelming sensations. His other cock which I was not coming out from exploded with unbridled joy, streaks of black, oily cum shooting out like a fountain. The one I currently obstructed still fired out a significant burst but it was not as voluminous as the first. That blast did serve to push me slightly up his shaft but not enough to be thrown completely out.

With the weight now off his belly, the Deepking lurched forward, resting on his hands and knees, straddling his engorged cocks. Another burst of cum exploded from his dicks. We both shuddered as I moved a little further up his cock, now more than halfway. There was no time to rest between blasts as the third came firing from his balls, stronger than ever and pushed the tip of my egg towards his glands. His piss slit was forced open as my cocoon slowly came pushing out, coated in his black cum. I was at the very tip and that meant his fourth orgasm had nowhere to go. His cum slammed against the base of my cocoon which stubbornly remained wedged at his warped glands.

A fifth blast and he was visibly frustrated as I only pushed out another inch. Pressure was again building in his cock and then a sixth blast came. My egg pushed out a little more, his seed oozing out from what little openings it could find.

Then the seventh orgasm came.

This one, more powerful than the last, send my cocoon sliding out of his dick, a torrent of seed exploding right out from behind me. The burst almost send my silvery egg skittering across the metal floor and into the ocean but his strong arms wrapped around me, holding me tightly.

Even without being connected to him physically, I could still feel his words through my mind.

‘How are you going to achieve your primary objective, Brock?’

I didn’t need to answer. I just grew.

He set my egg down and took a few steps back. All the cum that had spilled around us began to soak into my cocoon. I willed it all towards me, to feed me as my shell and my frame grew from deep within the egg. This energy, it was difficult to grasp but powerful. As I drank more of his seed, my egg visibly grew, rising past his knees, past his groin and then even past his nipples. Within, I grew until at last, I was confident in my abilities to achieve my primary objective.

With a cry, I thrust my erect cock right through the egg shell, shattering it completely and lifting my arms in a powerful flex.

“All aboard the Deepking!”

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The Depths

Bringing what had once been the largest oil tanker in human history to port alongside a fleet of ‘lost ships’ would not have been very smart. Yes, it would have caught the humans off-guard and we would’ve achieved a decent foothold but I had to remember that Dallingham Bay had a military base. Roy had decided to meet with the admiral in charge of the base before we left on our expedition to the Ocean King just to cover his bases. More than once, a ‘missing object’ was often somehow tied to some military experiment and Roy wanted to make sure he wasn’t going to be sniped by the military coming in and claiming his great discovery was some sort of abandoned or secret project to be shoved under the rug later. The last thing any of us wanted was to be running afoul with the American military… again.

Having encountered the military multiple times in our adventures, I had long learned that while Roy was out trying to use his intellect to squeeze out some information from the grunts, I would be by his side quietly taking note of everything that was currently on the base. Apart from a few ships, the one thing that really had me worried was the nuclear submarine docked there. It would not be beyond the military to nuke the whole place the moment they knew it was lost. Our ships were also not very fast and would be detected by either the patrol boats or the military radar/sonar well before we reached shore.

No, a head-on attack would be foolish.

This would be a phased assault.

First thing was first. Establish a beachhead.

‘What do you see, soldier? What do you feel?’

Many miles away from the fleet, one of the coast guard’s patrol boats was making it’s last runs before heading in for the night. The sun was just starting to set and no doubt this boat and its crew would turn in exchange for another boat to take it’s route. It was one of those small boats that could comfortably fit a crew of five, seven at most. Big enough that it had a below deck that could be used to hold supplies and prisoners if need be but small enough that it could cut through the waves fast enough to catch up with any other ship. No on-board weapons. Just whatever the crew could carry.

Best I could tell, there were three men here. Just on the edge of international waters, they were now making their way back to Dallingham Bay. It would take at least an hour or two before they got back to shore. That was more than enough time especially since they were drifting along at a moderate speed.

While there was still light out, I positioned myself right in front of their path and let myself float limply, face down in the waves. Enough that my dorsal fin was sticking out of the water and that I could keep breathing through my blowhole but also that the majority of my body was hidden. Just by how the boat started to slow, it was obvious that I had sparked the men’s curiosity. They expected an orca to keep moving not just float listlessly in the middle of the ocean. As they drew closer, they realised something was wrong.

“Holy shit! I think it’s a guy!” exclaimed one of them.

“What?”

“Look! I see… arms and legs! I think this is some dude that swept out from shore! Help me out here!”

They threw a lifebuoy at me, yelling and shouting in the hopes that I’d somehow regain consciousness and they could pull me over. Feigning unconsciousness, I just remained floating there prompting them to steer the ship closer. Two of them deployed the dingy and slowly made their way towards me. Their stunned silence said everything. They grabbed my arms and hoisted me out of the water. My weight would have been too much for most men so I gently paddled and swung my tail to help them bring me onboard - nothing too obvious, of course. Eyes closed and keeping my breathing as still as possible, I let them take me onto their main ship where the two of them hauled me down below deck. They were joined by their third and last comrade where the three of them stared at me in shock.

“What the fuck is it…?” whispered one.

“Looks like someone fucked a killer whale,” answered the other.

“It could just be a suit,” suggested the other. “Maybe some weird experiment for people to swim faster or something. Could be some furry shit too…” This man turned to leave. “I’m going to call it in. Bring us back to shore. You two see what you can find out.”

My eyes were still closed so I couldn’t tell what these people were doing but I could feel their body heat as they approached me, examining me. I was very tempted to lash out and immediately start turning them but if the third person was going up to ‘call it in’, that meant that one false move and I’d be alerting the entire navy about my presence. I’d have three orcas for the Deepking but a potential nuclear strike on the corner.

No. Patience was key here.

“Jesus… It looks like a chick…”

“Darius, you fucking moron. It’s clearly a dude. That chest and those fucking arms can’t belong to a woman.”

So one of their names was Darius. That was good to know. They both sounded fairly young. Hardened from years out at sea and with a background in law enforcement. Even without seeing or feeling them, I could already tell that they were fairly well-built men. You would have to be to work out here in the open seas.

“Look down below, dumbass. That’s clearly a pussy.”

“Have you ever seen an orca’s dick? They can’t have their junk just hanging out like that? They have a slit. Hell, if you look even lower, you’ll see he’s got a pair of fucking balls.”

One of them was a little more well-versed in orca anatomy than the other. However, neither of them were anywhere near knowledgeable enough to know about my anatomy or what I could do.

“I don’t spent all my time thinking about whale cock.”

“Shut the fuck up, Darius, and check if he’s fucking breathing.”

“Why me!?”

“Because you’re the one that first saw him! And I’m your superior officer!”

“Superior officer my ass! You just joined two months earlier than I did! We’re the same rank!”

“I still have seniority.”

Though the words were harsh, there was some friendly ribbing between them and they were clearly friends. Though rank was pulled, there was no use of titles. No ‘do this, Private’ or , ‘yes, sirs.’. It was very casual. Chances were, the fact that we were out here in the open sea with just three guys and it was nearing the end of their shift, they had dispensed with formalities and were a little more relaxed. That meant their guard was down despite encountering something as strange as myself.

One of the men, I assumed was Darius, leaned forward towards my lips, listening for some breathing. Clearly this guy wasn’t that bright. Whales breathe through their blow holes. I could only assume he was looking for the rising and falling of my chest but I kept my breathing as shallow as possible.

“He’s not breathing.”

“Idiot. Check his blow hole. Whales don’t have noses!”

“Alright! Alright! Cut my some slack, Jonas. It’s been a long, weird, fucking day.”

So the other man’s name was Jonas. Good to know. My focus had to be drawn to Darius first as the man leaned close. The smell of a long day spent out in the sun, sweating in the sea breeze and on the look out anything that would threaten national security wafted from him. As he leaned over to my blowhole, I could smell that manly stench. It stirred my loins and it was unavoidable that I started leaking a little.

“Oh shit…” Darius muttered, leaning back. “I think he’s definitely alive. Check it out. The dude is squirting!”

“He must like you.”

“Shut the fuck up! Could just be extra sea water or something.” He leaned close, poking my genital slit to catch some of my precum oozing out. That moment when his finger just brushed against my flesh was all I needed. Our skin touched and I immediately send signals straight through to him. It was only a brief contact, a moment when my skin lurched out, catching his and our flesh melded as one. To him, it was just like he had gotten his finger stuck on a piece of old tape but to me, it was much more. That single moment allowed me to send signals straight into his brain, implanting a single suggestion.

Fuck me.

‘What is the situation? What is your primary objective?’

The situation was changing. That single thought was enough to spark curiosity in his mind. It was like a little virus. It reached his mind and began propagating, sweeping through his mind and consciousness organically. The thought evolved into him thinking that my slit was very much like a vagina and that he hadn’t had sex in long time. Maybe he could ‘use’ me. I didn’t push more than that. His depraved mind took the rest from there.

“Damnit,” he mumbled. “I need to get laid.”

“What brought that on?” Jonas asked.

“His pussy is starting to look really good right now.” He sniffed at my crotch. “Fuck…”

“Keep it professional. You fuck him and you’re going to get reprimanded for fucking what is basically an alien. Or worse.” Jonas sounded like he was turning to leave. “I’m going to go check on Hank. Don’t do anything stupid.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

The moment Jonas was out of earshot, Darius leaned down towards me, taking a long, deep whiff of me. “Fuck… You are one sexy fuck, you know that?” I heard him unzipping his pants. “Sorry man. I just can’t help myself.”

Of course he couldn’t. He was my primary objective.

There was a sense of urgency in his movement as he flipped out his dick and pressed up against my slit. He was far from gentle and shoved his cock right into me. Darius bit back a moan not only as my tight slight wrapped around his cock but because there was now some solid contact between us. My flesh pressed against his, merging into one and granting me access to the rest of his body. Darius didn’t thrust, he just closed his eyes as I flooded him with my blood and essence. That same power that the Deepking had flooded me with coursed through his veins, filling his mind with my adulation of the Deepking.

Not a minute passed before he came without ever moving. As he shot some of his juices into me, I pushed some of my own flesh into him, my essences rocketing up the veins of his cock. It was just the smallest of pieces, microscopic to the point of being invisible. It travelled through our joined blood vessels, swimming through his circulatory system undetected. I released him from my grasp, the moment out flesh parting being accompanied by the incredible sensation of release like an orgasm. He fell against the floor with a loud whump, loud enough that it attracted the attention of his colleague, Jonas.

“Darius? You okay man?”

Stunned and still slightly dizzy from the orgasm, Darius took a second to collect his thoughts before he pointed at me. “Holy shit… Dude… You have got to try this.”

It didn’t take long for Jonas to realise what had happened. “Oh for fuck’s sake!” He came charging down the steps below deck, lowering his voice to a harsh whisper. “I wasn’t gone for even a whole minute and you went and did something so fucking stupid! Who in their right mind fucks an alien!”

“Just try it, man. It’s the best fuck I’ve ever had!”

“Jesus, Darius, keep your voice down! If Hank heard…”

“Just trust me,” pressed my newest convert. “You won’t regret it. Have I ever steered you wrong?”

There was a small groan from Jonas and he regarded me. “I’m not fucking that thing. I will clean him out so none of your spunk is left on it.”

That was enough and Darius knew this too, at least somewhere in his subconscious, he knew this. He held up his hands in surrender and let Jonas step towards me. The unsuspecting coast guard reached down towards my crotch with a bare hand in the hopes of wiping away some of Darius’ semen from my crotch. The moment he touched me, it was all over. Our flesh melded, my mind connected with his and he immediately became erect.

“Oh shit…” he mumbled, eyes going wide. “What the hell…?”

Behind him, the virus I had implanted into Darius took effect. The unsuspecting coast guard got a glazed, dopey look on his features as his brown eyes began to burn with the ethereal blue light of the Deepking. Deep within his flesh, that little, microscopic part of me that I had deposited in him latched onto a nearby cell. It shot past the very cell walls, striking at the core and immediately rewriting the very substance of the cell to the Deepking’s design. From that one cell, the infection spread. There was some mild discomfort and he rolled his shoulders, the boned audibly cracking as he did so. Despite this, he couldn’t stop grinning as his love for the Deepking grew.

For Jonas, he was already under my spell as the finger that was inserted into me delved deeper into my slit. My flesh latched onto him, veins pulsing through his finger. The energy coursed through his veins, raw passion and fiery love the likes of nothing he had ever felt before overwhelming his human experiences. The call of the pod was a beautiful, majestic orchestra that used me as their speaker with the Deepking as its conductor. Jonas was nearly reduced to tears as his eyes widened in joy. He didn’t hesitate to insert another finger into me, then a third and the fourth until he was pushing his whole hand into my slit.

There was no longer a need to keep up the charade of unconsciousness. I opened my eyes, watching as he stared at me with adoration as my flesh crawled up his hand like a white, sticky goo, his veins pulsing up his arm as I used them to channel the power of the pod through him. This just served to placate him, to keep him paralysed while the main event was occurring behind him in Darius.

The tall, blonde haired man dressed in the deep, navy blue of the coast guard stood there with a dopey grin on his face, watching me and licking his lips. His left shoulder let out a loud, gurgling noise like something thick and viscous was bubbling beneath his flesh. The muscles beneath his shoulder visible writhed, expanding and contracting multiple times in rapid succession, the force of which caused him to stagger off to the side. This churning quickly ran down his arm, causing each muscle to momentarily flex and double in size before receding once more. It pumped into his bicep then moved to his triceps before forcing its way down his forearms one muscle at a time. Where it passed, it left thick, vascular flesh. It finally stopped when it reached each of his fingers. The grin on his face grew broader as he lifted the affected arm, flexing it and watching with giddy anticipation on what was to come next.

That burbling noise intensified, rising from his shoulder once more. Each muscle exploded to three times its size, pressing up against the short sleeve and immediately causing the seams to come apart, barely holding the fabric together. The flex beneath was the black of an orca. The noise rolled down to his biceps, causing the flesh to darkened and explode. The veins along the mound became visibly engorged, pumping the grown down into his forearms. His limbs lengthened and ballooned out, his clenched fist momentarily opening to erupt into its new size before he closed his knew black-coloured knuckles to flex his massive arm.

Awed at his sudden grown, Darius ran his other hand over the immense bicep which was twice the size of his head.

Then that bubbling noise rose once more and he threw his head back, eyes rolling into the back of his head while his tongue hung out past his lips in a look of pure ecstasy. The growth was like a single ball of power that was rolling throughout his body, causing everything it touched to triple in size. From where it was positioned in his left shoulder, it surged down towards his left pectoral, touching his left trap briefly. The muscles along his shoulder rose up and swallowed the left side of his neck, giving him a rather bizarre disproportionate look. The moment was fleeting as the power surged into his chest. His already sizable pectoral burst out of his uniform, coloured white while framed by the black of an orca.

The left side of his chest was not left along for long as the ball surged into his right pectoral then into his right shoulder, causing every muscle it passed to growth. The force of the surge and the sudden shift in weight caused him to stumble back a few steps. His eyes were still looking towards the ceiling, completely enamoured by his growth. The comparatively small right arm spasmed and jerked in odd angles before rearranging itself into a tight flex. The growth pulsed through the entire limb, expanding muscles and tearing off the remnants of his shirt.

The budding orca grunted, pushing out his chest and hunching forward, crossing his arms across his torso. The power coursed down his back, pushing his dorsal fin out of his spine and extending the vertebrae there. The hairs on his head fell off as his features pulsed and bubbled, reforming into the handsome features of an orca with burning, blue eyes. With a savage grin, he gave me a nod.

I took my time withdrawing me essence from Jonas as Darius completed his transformation. My flesh receded from his, my vein-like protrusions sinking away from his arm and allowing him to slide his digits out of me. He blinked a couple of times, coming to the realisation that I was staring straight at him.

“Oh… You’re… Uh… awake… Erm… Sorry!”

I looked past him just as Darius flexed his stomach, the growth gurgling down his belly and causing each abdominal muscle to push out one at a time in rapid succession. The massive V-shape of his torso came in nicely but the sound of his bubbling thighs caught Jonas’ attention. The coast guard turned just as the seat of Darius’ pants exploded to give way to his massive tail.

“Darius…”

The emerging orca grabbed Jonas by the shoulders and threw him to the ground beside me. Without so much as a word, he ripped off his colleague’s pants using his new strength and positioned himself directly above his fellow guard’s erect cock. Jonas never got a chance to protest as Darius speared himself on the throbbing member. It was a good thing that Darius’ ass had changed at that point.

All that was left were his legs which quickly surged and bubbled, thighs bursting out of the remnants of his pants and providing the leverage to push himself down onto Jonas’ cock. Then his calves came next, becoming two, huge heart-shaped pistons that allowed him to pull off and repeat the motion over and over again. His shoes seemed like an afterthought as his new, big feet ripped them to shreds.

Jonas never stood a chance. Already aroused by his encounter with me, he came within three strokes, screaming out in ecstasy as Darius’ powers coursed through him. Like how sex has powered the Deepking and the pod, the energy produced by their coupling surged through Jonas, causing his entire body to emit the same loud, bubbling noise.

“No…” pleaded the man. “No… please stop! No!”

But Darius didn’t stop. Even as his friend’s cum dripped out of his ass, he lifted himself up once more and slammed his ass down against over and over, milking that cock for all that it was worth.

That cry, however, caught the attention of the third coast guard, Hank.

“Keep going, Driller,” I told my new convert. “I’ll take care of Hank.”

“You got it, boss! All aboard the Deepking!” Driller - formerly Darius - said, throwing a grin and thumbs up my way. He turned back towards Jonas, licking his lips. “Round two!”

“No!” howled Jonas even as he willingly thrust his own hips into Driller, his body lusting after the power that he had sampled. Each thrust caused the gurgling noise to grow louder and louder, his flesh visibly bubbling each time his cock disappeared into Driller’s ass.

I couldn’t spend any more time watching them even as my own cock stirred within my slit. I got up and positioned myself beside the entrance. Hank naturally came rushing down, gun pointed to the floor.

“Darius? Jonas? What the -”

I didn’t let him finish. Lunching at him from the side, I seized his wrist in a tight grip I had learned from my military days. It was powerful enough that it forced him to leg go of his gun. Then, I pressed his arm behind his back, wrapping my other arm around his neck to keep him restrained.

“Watch, little man,” I growled in his ear. “It’ll be your turn soon enough to come aboard the Deepking.”

Jonas screamed. Another explosion of ecstasy. His cum came in large volumes now, his cock lengthening and thickening within Driller as it grew to satisfy the lusty orca. Likewise, his flesh darkened the more it bubbled and his features started melding into the smooth features of an orca.

“No… No! Jonas! No!” cried Hank but it was too late.

Jonas came for a third time and his new orca frame exploded from beneath his clothes, his eyes burning a bright blue. He grabbed the back of Driller’s head, bringing them both into a strong, lustful kiss before shoving the big orca back.

“My turn,” growled the new orca, staring straight at Hank. “Give me that cock! Give it to me now!”

Who was I to deny him that pleasure?

I threw Hank at the two orcas and turned. Hank screamed but those cries would soon turn into shouts of pleasure. I didn’t let myself enjoy the moment. My mind was still on the port.

‘How are you going to achieve your primary objective?’

Stepping onto the bridge of the small ship that was currently rocking back and forth due to the savage sex being undertaken below deck, I steered the boat back towards shore. I effectively had a bomb of three aggressive, sexy orcas. The moment we reached shore, they were free to do as they pleased. The chaos they would cause and their rapidly increasing numbers would sow disarray into a slumbering port town.

It was perfect.

It took another thirty minutes before Dallingham Bay came into view and during that entire time, the shouts of orgasm below deck had not stopped. The burbling had and the three had jumped aboard the Deepking’s kingdom but they were still at it, fucking constantly and building that energy that fed their growth and would soon feed the Deepking.

As the pier came into view, I jammed the throttle to its fastest, aiming directly for the least populate pier. Before it got too close, I immediately jumped ship, feeling the soothing waters around me once more. The little boat couldn’t do much damage before it was halted by the wreckage of a few other boats but it caused a lot of noise. No fires, thankfully. Naturally, dockworkers and officers came running to investigate.

That was their mistake.

Within moments, Driller and his two companions were leaping from the wreckage. They had three men on their backs a moment later, tearing off any clothing on their victims and pushing their asses onto the victims’ cocks. The contact with their flesh immediately triggered something primal within the men and all that energy they had built up over the past half-hour exploded into their prey. The men they had pinned fucked them wantonly and within moments, they were turning into orcas as well. It only took one minute before another three orcas had joined their ranks and the stunned bystanders - naturally - were just watching, some even taking out their phones to record the whole ordeal.

The six immediately took advantage of this lapse in judgement.

And they spread like wildfire.

This was good. Now the military’s attention would be turned to this invasion. It gave me time to swim quickly parallel to the beach where I found several beach houses. We were far enough from the commotion that the screams and gunfire were not heard but close enough that it would make for a very good second front for the attack. When the military mustered their response, they’d have their backs turned to the residential area; their asses would be vulnerable and ready for the taking.

The beach houses were for the rich and idle. Many of them were not occupied. I couldn’t sense any signs of life in most of them as winter was just passing and we were entering spring. The water and weather were too cold to enjoy the beach. Still, that did not mean that they were entirely abandoned. When one had a lot of money, it was conceivable to take a break every now. Roy was never that kind of guy. His ‘holidays’ always involved adventuring somewhere. That was why a day working from him never felt like a job.

I certainly couldn’t wait to see how my new abilities worked with his liquid body.

But for now, I had to focus on my current objective.

The nearest beach house was one of those with a pretentious design built to look as modern as possible with entire walls made out of glass and an unobstructed view of the ocean. The windows facing the sea had their curtains drawn but when they were open, you would be able to look directly into the second floor and see everything that was going on. I never could understand the appeal of such a design. All that glass would do is intensify the heat inside the house itself and demand more of the air conditioning. The rest of the house was built out of a sandy-coloured concrete to make it appear like it belonged on the golden beach but that only smacked of its owner’s opulence. Add to the fact that there was at least two or three entire lots between it and the next beach house and this place clearly belonged to someone who could afford some privacy.

Money could not buy you an exception from the Deepking’s mercy.

Rising from the beach, I strode across the sandy shores, wiggling my toes so that I could feel the granules between them. After being at sea for so long, I had forgotten how nice it felt to be on solid land. Far in the distance, the town of Dallingham Bay was just waking up to the sounds of Driller and his crew rapidly spreading through their streets. It was still fairly in the night so I had fully expected to see someone awake in this house. To my surprise, the lights were completely out. There were two cars parked out in front - both of them luxury models - indicating that someone was inside.

Curious.

I pressed a hand against the sandy walls of the house, closing my eyes and summoning the power that roiled within me, that same power that the Deepking had graced me with. My flesh melted into the stone, my fingers oozing into the wall and melding with it. The section of the house became part of me and I could feel the stark difference between the mild temperature of the exterior and the cool interior. I felt the wires and pipes that crossed the interior of the house as well like nerves or veins. Most of the appliances were on or in a slumbering state. No lights were on. On the second floor, I felt the walls shake lightly from the snores of two people. Two people in separate rooms.

Being early in the evening, I was surprised why these two would be asleep. Someone who could afford this kind of luxury surely would be out on the streets, rubbing shoulders with others who were rich and popular or attending some fundraiser or gala. Better for me but still quite puzzling.

I pushed my arm into the wall, willing the concrete, pipes and wires to make room for me. Inch by inch, I pushed myself into the house, the structure shifting away from my like I was making my way through some dense dough. My flesh stuck to the concrete, sticky, fibrous ooze that reluctantly peeled away from the frame the more I entered the home. It was a bit of a shock when the air conditioned interior hit me, making me huff from my blow hole in disgust. This was all too unnatural.

The flight of wooden stairs led to the second floor. Despite my bulk, I was quiet enough to stride up the stairs and hear the twin snoring coming from the two, equally large bedrooms. All the money in the world and these two slept in separate rooms that could easily fit two or three people. My disgust turned quickly into pity. The Deepking was right. Humans were so well connected these days but, deep down, they were still so isolated and alone.

I would end their suffering.

Before I could make my move, however, the loud ringing of a phone caught my attention. A light flickered on in the room to my left and I immediately froze. As quietly as I could, I charged off to the side, pressing my back against a nearby wall to avoid detection. There was some shuffling from the room and a grumpy, ‘Hello’ emerged from the other side of the closed door.

“What do you mean the town is going to shit?” growled the owner of the voice. “Whatever. Calm the fuck down. I’m still waking up.” There was a tired sigh from the other end. “It was a six hour flight from Manhattan after half a day at the office. Excuse us for wanting to turn in early.”

That explains it. These two were likely executives for some major corporation. They had taken a flight from the other side of the country here and were exhausted.

“Look, you’re panicking or whatever. I’m going to call you back. Let me wake up.

What do you see? What do you feel?

My back pressed against the wall, I waited quietly as the owner of the voice stepped into the ensuite of his large, luxurious room. That gave me the opportunity to quietly sneak into the broad room. The sheets on the king sized bed were ruffled from having just been stirred. Curtains on the floor-to-ceiling window were drawn and a single lamp on the bedside table was on. Light streamed in from the ensuite where I could barely see a man wearing only a pair of red and white briefs. The man was lean and lightly muscled. A little pale likely from most of his time spend indoors in meetings and working out in indoor gyms. His reddish-brown hair was naturally kept quite clean, being tousled lightly from having just woken up. At the moment, he was bent over the sink, splashing his face with water to wake himself up.

Perfect.

While he was distracted, I moved towards him, quietly as possible. He straightened once more before I could reach out to him and I immediately ducked out of sight. The guy sniffed at something and then let out a gruff noise of disgust.

“Fuck… I reek. Going to have to call the maid to change the sheets.”

I heard the man move towards the nearby shower and switch it on. It only took a minute before the steam began rising and spreading throughout the bathroom. I poked my head into the bathroom. It was a very large and spacious bathroom with its own separate booth for the toilet complete with a door. A separate bathtub complete with water jets sat off to the right. To the left was another booth specifically for the shower. The glass doors were fogged up with steam and I could vaguely see the silhouette of the man in the glass.

Grinning to myself, I quietly returned to the bedroom. Standing on the opposite side of the wall, I pressed my hands against the stone, my flesh melding with the rock and wiggling my way through the structure of the house. I was getting better at this as I managed to push arms through about half a foot of stone within half a minute. Next came my face and just in twenty seconds, I was just on the cusp of emerging from the other side, piercing through the tiles of the shower and into the shower itself. But first, I needed to check the situation on the other side.

Just another inch through and I managed to push my eye into the tiles. I just caught half a glance, a little blink, before I shrank back. The executive had his back turned to me as he was rubbing a loofah over his body, covered in suds.

Perfect.

I pushed myself through, my arms emerging from the tiles which rippled and undulated with my passing. My head followed suit, bringing with it my broad grin. The instant my hand touched Dean Ponce’s back, it was all over.

Dean’s eyes snapped open in surprise when he felt my big, broad palm press against his back but my flesh immediately sank into his, our skin merging and my nerves immediately latching onto his spine. I didn’t allow him to move and all he could do was gasp in surprise as he became a puppet on my strings. The late-thirty executive couldn’t understand what was happening and feared that he was suffering an aneurysm. That is until the immense pleasure of my essence pumping through his veins began. His gasp turned into gagging chokes as his modest six-inch cock sprang to attention and his body began to convulse.

I emerged fully into the shower, my immense mass taking up most of the cubicle. Dean was forced up against the wall with his frame pressed up against me, exposing more of his flesh to me. I could sense his arousal and it fed back into me. I didn’t fight it. After being fucked by Driller and having to restrain myself from joining the trio in their orgy, I was feeling quite pent up. My cock began rising out of my slit, a sensation that Dean also felt with our connected bodies. He couldn’t understand what the sensation was but all he could comprehend was that it felt really good. Even more so when my long, tapered dick began pushing between his ass cheeks.

It was an odd sensation. I could feel my cock sinking into his ass like I was the one being fucked but at the same time, my dick throbbed with excitement as it sank into his hole, squeezed by those glutes. I might as well have been in the middle of a three-way and that excited me. Dean felt exactly the same if it were his dick sinking into a tight ass. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, every inch of my dick pushing into him bringing him closer closer to me. The more of my flesh merged with him, the more of my cells spread throughout his system and began the change.

First came the hair. The wet, dark-brown hair sticking to his scalp came off in clumps, falling to our feet and disappearing down the drain. His smooth scalp was left exposed. With one hand still pressed against his back, I lifted my other and wrapped it around his head. My fingers sank into his skull, digging deep into his brain and pumping the Deepking’s message as quickly as my precum was pouring into his ass.

At the same time, I picked up the reasoning for Dean’s isolation despite there being another man in the adjacent room. That man, Alberto, was actually Dean’s husband but after a messy divorce earlier in his life from another marraige, Dean had become somewhat distrustful of his fellow humans. Though he loved Alberto, he ensured that they slept in separate rooms due to that earlier trauma.

Poor guy. It was time to end his loneliness.

I took that desire to defend himself and flipped it on its head.

Leaning down towards his ears, whispered, “So you don’t trust anyone? You don’t trust them to be close to you? The make them into someone you can trust.”

Dean bit his lower lip, closing his eyes and letting out a soft moan. The flesh around my hand and cock lost the pinkish colouration of human skin, replaced by the smooth, glossy, white flesh of an orca. The muscles across his back buckled and audibly groaned with the sound of a large tree branch snapping and cracking. His traps ballooned out, swallowing his neck and forcing him to lurch forward. One of his hand instinctively pressed up against the glass of the shower stall, holding himself up while the other hung limply by his side.

“Turn them,” I growled into his ears. “Make sure they will never betray you again.”

A low moan left his lips and his shoulders shuddered. Both of them surged outward, transforming into two, huge mounds bigger than even mine. His cock squired in excitement as his torso expanded, the visible ‘V-shape’ of his traps spreading out wide and the divine of his spine becoming more and more prominent. A dorsal fin began pushing itself between my fingers, forcing me to move my hand a little further down his back until the completely white fin fully formed. He grunted, precum squirting out of his dick and forcing him to buck his hips. His torso lurched upwards but with so little room in the shower stall, he was forced to keep his back bent as his cheeks were pressed up against the far wall.

What is the situation? What is your primary objective?

I was turning Dean into a beast. A truly territorial monster that would defend his home with all his might. Woe to anyone who would enter his realm because they would be shaped and crafted into someone that Dean could trust implicitly with his own back… even if they couldn’t necessarily live in the same home.

As for the primary objective.

“Ffffuuuck…” moaned Dean.

I grinned, running my tongue across the back of his neck, the tip nearly getting lost in the crevasse of his spine. “What was that?”

“I… I… I want to… fuuuuck!” he moaned. As the words left his mouth, his features were absorbed into the broad features of an orca. His nose vanished into the developing beak, nostrils disappearing into the rounded mound. His brow pushed forward, forming a nice little slope that led up to his blow hole. The corners of his lips remained in position as his features jutted forward, spreading his lips itself across a widening jaw. Even with all these changes, his head only seemed to get swallowed by his growing shoulders which continued to broaden and expand, muscled building down his biceps. The white flesh of an orca spread across his head, leaving everything completely covered in the glossy, opalescent flesh. Even his thickening arms were privy to the change.

His right arm which hung by his side curled towards his cock but with the increased length of his torso, it was out of reach. Sensing this, we both urged the changing cells towards his limbs. We both shared a grunt as his arms lengthened, his fingers inching towards his throbbing member. He worked on increasing their distance while I built the muscles along their length. The glass to our left cracked as we quickly ran out of room as he continued to grow. Even as he continued to lurch forward to give as much space as possible, we were becoming increasingly cramped. My dick had already hilted into him and there was no room to thrust. It didn’t matter as his changing frame was like being exposed to a constantly shifting, warm fleshlight.

When he gripped his cock with his right hand, we were both assaulted by the sensation.

“Fuuuuuuck!” he roared, his voice deep like thunder. It was an instinctive impulse to start stroking his member. The pace quickened within a matter of seconds, our bodies grinding against one another in a joyous dance of physical stimulation. Dean continued to grow, his chest muscles blossoming into two, might plates that could support the giant weight of his tremendous arms. The flesh turned black, the colourations of an orca reversed. His strokes became more and more feverish his body grew to fill in what little space was around us. His back surged towards me, swallowing more of my arm until I was up to my elbow in him. The jolts of stimulation I got from each lap he made along his cock only caused my own dick to throb within him, heightening both of our pleasure.

His tailbone pressed out from just above his shapely rump. The developing fluke glided up and down my abdominals before sliding around my flanks, curling around my thighs and snaking down towards the drain beneath us. It grew longer and longer, passing my own tail in length and quickly pressed up against the glass at it struggled to find what little space remained.

I could feel the increasing pressure building in his cock, that rising urge to cum that made his dick ache rippling through me. Coupled with my own need, it was a wonder that either of us didn’t blow our loads there and then. But our grinding continued as his legs flared out. The sudden increase in weight forced him to his knees, his calves exploding and gaining strength along with his widening feet. Even with the sudden drop in stance, I didn’t have to adjust myself that much to remain firmly planted inside of him.

The glass doors cracked, a lattice of spiderweb-like fractures spreading out where his huge hand and thick tail was pressed.

How are you going to achieve your primary objective, Dom?

It was a fitting name. And the moment our minds asked exactly the same question, both of us came to the same conclusion.

“Cum!” Dom bellowed. “I’m going to cum!”

With a tremendous roar, his cock surged out from between his thick fingers, the long, thick, pink member rising up well past his abdominals and heralding that last burst of growth all over his body. Whether it was the cry or the powerful convulsion his massive ape-like body unleashed, the glass doors shattered. There was a sudden wash of relief from at last being freed coupled with explosive release that came from our cocks unleashing our payload all at once. With my dick merged with his ass, the seed I pumped went right through his system, my essence completing his transformation and turning his eyes a bright blue. His own cock unleashed a torrent of cum so powerful that it splashed against the wall and sprayed out onto the tiles of the bathroom. The roar he unleashed shook the entire house, rattling those pretentious windows.

“All aboard the Deepking!” he bellowed.

I thrust my hips into him one more time, pushing out one last burst of cum before I began extracting myself from him. Dom had other ideas as he curled his tail around my leg, pulling me against him. He reached up with his cum-covered hand, pressing it against the hand that was still merged with his skull. It was almost like petting a puppy that didn’t want me to stop. I would have loved nothing more than to enjoy another round in the shower with him but both of us detected the panicked rustling of Alberto, Dom’s husband, in the other room.

Dom licked his lips and released me. It took a second to unbind myself from him but the moment I did, I had let him off the leash. He muscled out of the shower stall, propelling himself on his knuckles like a gorilla or a monkey with his long, prehensile tail swaying eagerly behind him. He practically crashed through the bathroom door and immediately began climbing up the wall, his powerful hands and feet allowing him to pierce the concrete for some makeshift handholds.

I naturally followed him, amused at his mobility.

That was when the door to the bedroom opened and in came Alberto Ponce.

“What…?” gasped the man then he followed my gaze and saw Dom. He screamed as the newly made orca pounced at him, shoving his tongue into the man’s throat and wildly thrusting into Alberto’s chest. With a grunt, Dom tore his lips away, grabbed Alberto’s leg and began dragging him back to the bathroom.

I respectfully let them pass as Alberto screamed and scratched at the carpet with his manicured hands, desperate the get away, pleading all the way. The moment he crossed the threshold to the bathroom, however, that screaming turned to cries and moans of pleasure as his body began to bubble and undulate, transforming into another beast just like Dom. His mind was quickly consumed with lust and a primal desire.

Their cries of ecstasy could be heard even from the houses next door which was two or three lots away. I could see that the people in those homes were waking due to all the noises. It was time for me to make my exit. Before I left, however, I grabbed the very same phone that had woken Dom. Using his contacts, I dialled the last number that had called him, that friend who had likely warned him of what had happened in town. It was a surprise when a fearful but all-too-human voice answered.

“Dean? Is that you? Have you gotten out of town?”

I didn’t respond and just held up the phone in the direction of the bathroom where Alberto and Dom’s screams of pleasure rang throughout the entire house. That would be enough. I hung up and made my way out of the house. Barely halfway down the beach and those large windows shattered behind me. The twin, hulking figures of Dom and his mate charged down the street in opposite directions, grunting and heaving like gorillas. By the time the waves were lapping around my ankles, the neighbouring houses were in disarray as the two beasts captured their prey and began dragging them back towards their nest.

Given their rapid rate of reproduction, they would soon become a formidable force against the military. I took my time swimming back towards the military base. As the town of Dallingham Bay came back into view, the peaceful port town was replaced by a scene of raging fires, plumes of smoke and wanton chaos. Driller and his crew had multiplied a hundred fold and I could see them pressing themselves upon hapless victims on the streets, their cocks spewing seed like fireworks while their prey came uncontrollably into their asses. Even the police were helpless as they were thrown to the ground and found themselves fucking the orcas despite their screams of protests. Some of Dom’s crew had also made their way to town, leaping from rooftop to rooftop, snagging who they could and dragging them back to their nests.

It was still not enough, however.

Dallingham Bay was a navy town, after all, and the military had rapidly organised a defence. They had erected a hasty barrier around their base, men with high-powered rifles guarding the sole land-based entrance while civilians were hurriedly ushered through either one foot or carried in olive-green trucks. It was quite hilarious, then, that they were being assaulted by orcas and yet none of them had sought to guard the piers reserved for their ships.

All their attention was turned outward and with many of their number overwhelmed by the orcas already out on the field, it was a simple matter to swim up to the ships, remaining in the shadow of the titanic aircraft carrier that was currently under construction. Beneath the surface, I could not help but be in awe at he ominous features of the nuclear submarine that was floating deep within the harbour. It stared at me like a big, black missile just ready to charge and rip me to shreds. Its stillness and silence was all the more disconcerting.

I shook those thoughts out of my mind and swam quietly towards the base. The key was picking the right target. In a time of crisis, people looked to leadership. This was especially true in the military where few people were encouraged to think for themselves and ‘just follow orders’. Sure officers would be called upon to step up but the average grunt didn’t have the capacity to make snap decisions that would herald them as a hero. Too many people were afraid of being thrown to the sharks of the legal system to take credit for that level of accountability.

As luck would have it, I spotted what appeared to be an officer charging towards one of the more isolated buildings at the back of the base. A few minutes of waiting and that officer came back out, barking orders into his walkie-talkie. Clearly, whoever controlled the base was in that building. Manpower was directed to the front of the base where civilians were being screened and taken care of while other soldiers were guarding the entrance. No one was looking to the rear of the base. While a few soldiers were running about, none of them noticed as I emerged from the waters and ducked and weaved between the concrete structures to what I could only consider was the command centre.

Through one of the windows, I spotted a lone admiral - based on his attire - smoking a cigar and regarding what had to be a map of Dallingham Bay. He had just slammed a phone onto the receiver and sat back in his big chair, rubbing his eyes in exhaustion and confusion. The small confines of the command centre was quickly becoming obscured by the smoke from his cigar, his big, white, bushy moustache twitching in agitation as reports continued to stream in about attacks and situations all over the town.

Even without touching him, I already knew that he was considering the worst case scenario. As an Admiral, he had the lives of men and women on the line as well as the future of the country. Would he trigger the tactical nuke in the submarine and destroy not only Dallingham Bay but likely irradiate a large swathe of the California state? Or should he evacuate by the boats and hope that none of these mutant orcas chase them down? Could he wait for reinforcements? Could he hold out? This was not a scenario in the military handbooks so he was completely at a loss on what to do. Yet everyone looked to him for leadership.

It was a scenario that I was all-too familiar with. Roy and Bradley had looked to me for leadership during times of crisis especially when we were fighting some despot or villain. When an end-of-the-world scenario loomed over your head, it took a special kind of man to be able to snap out of the paralysing weight of responsibility and take action. In that way, I sympathised with this Admiral. That mate it all the easier to slide through the concrete of the wall and stand in front of the man. To his credit, he didn’t get up or even jerk in surprise as he regarded me, my cock still partially erect and dripping precum onto the ground. He just took a deep breath from his cigar and let out a cloud of smoke.

“So you’re the one,” he grumbled with a gravelly voice developed over years of smoking. “Here I thought I’d die of lung cancer not by a fucking fish.”

“Orcas are not fish,” I corrected, striding forward. “But we are no ordinary killer whales either.”

“I figured.” The Admiral stood up and gave me a sharp salute. “Admiral Tyrone Richardson.”

I nodded towards him in greeting. “Brock Lorraine.”

The military man’s brow furrowed slightly. “Lorraine? As in Roy Buckmeir’s bodyguard? The Roy Buckmeir that went missing investigating an Baypark Petroleum oil tanker two months ago?”

“That’s the one.” I grinned at him. “You could say we found more than the Ocean King on that journey.”

Richardson collapsed back into his seat, arms sinking to his sides. “Well fuck me…”

That made my grin wider. “That’s the idea, Admiral. We generally fuck to bring humanity out of it’s crushing loneliness and into the paradise that is the Deepking’s rule.”

His big, thick, white eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “The fuck you talking about, Lorraine?”

I sat down on the seat opposite him, the desk being the only thing that separated us. My bulk couldn’t fit in the chair so I grabbed the armrest and tore them clean off, tossing them aside. Richardson didn’t flinch. I liked this man. “We found the Deepking on our expedition, Admiral. He was the Ocean King. A lonely soul that was abandoned because mankind decided to abandon him when he no longer became useful to them despite the fact that they were the ones that beached him in the first place. But he is merciful. He is kind. He is going to spread all over Earth and bring upon us an age of prosperity where none of us will ever be lonely ever again.”

He growled at me, biting hard on the edge of his cigar. “You sound like a fucking preacher.”

That made me chuckle. “Maybe I do but where priests rely on your faith to delude you into believing something is real, the Deepking is physically real.” I gestured at my form. “As you can plainly see.”

Richardson took a long, deep breath from his cigar, held it for about three seconds, and then blew out the thick cloud of white smoke. Even from where I sat, I could smell the tobacco in the air. It made my flesh tingle and as he continued to breathe in and out, pondering my words, I drew that smoke into myself, letting my skin absorb it before releasing it in tandem with his exhales. The movements were microscopic and when the smoke left my flesh once more and began permeating the air, they were like invisible spores, spreading throughout the room. I had no control of where they would go but before the Admiral began speaking again, I could feel some of those fleck sinking into his lungs.

I had him.

“I don’t suppose peace is an option.”

I laughed softly. “Admiral. This is the peaceful option. We’re not killing anyone. We’re enlightening them.”

He took another long, deep breath, unwittingly sucking in more of my essence. As he did so, his cleanly shaved jawline began to show signs of rapid hair growth. Follicles pushed past his weathered, tanned skin, wrapping around his features quickly. Richardson scratched at his cheek absently, pondering my thoughts while still breathing in more and more of my power. There was a significant amount of my strength in him now and it was quickly spreading throughout his system. Each breath he took caused his chest to inflate just that little bit more. His mind was still pondering my words so he didn’t think twice when he absently reached down towards his crotch and adjusted his growing bulge.

“You know, I was once in the military too,” I said in an effort to keep him occupied.

“Oh?”

“Yes. I had a commanding officer that told me that in order to get out of any particular problem, you had to answer a few questions.” I lifted a finger as I let out a nostalgic chuckle. “He would always bark at us, ‘What do you see, soldier? What do you feel?’”

Richardson grunted in response, the pitch of this sound dropping just a little lower than his normal voice. “Makes sense. The first thing any soldier would need to understand is their surroundings and to understand themselves. You can’t make rational decisions if you’re in a panic or blind to everything around you.”

“Exactly,” I answered with a grin. “So tell me, Admiral. What do you see? What do you feel?”

His sharp green eyes narrowed at me. “What I see is an abomination against God. What I feel is the overwhelming urge to take this gun…” He finally pulled out the handgun he had been fondling for the past few minutes and set it on the table. “… and give you another blowhole.”

I just kept smirking at him. “Is that really all you’re feeling, Admiral? Not a tightness in your chest? Not a rising heat in your crotch? Not a tingling sensation all over your body?”

Richardson’s brow furrowed further and in that moment, he stopped sucking on his cigar. The fuzzy feeling he got from inhaling ash didn’t stop. The itching that was plaguing his flesh ever since I appeared that he had attributed to nerves continued. Even as he had stopped breathing, his chest continued to inflate like he was taking deep lungfuls of air. His eyes widened in terror as he looked down at his own hands. His fingertips had already turned black, his fingernails vanishing into featureless black digits. Thick, white hairs were growing to coat the back of his hands almost like fur and it was quickly spreading up his forearms. He pulled up his sleeves, swatting at the spreading hairs as if he were trying to brush off a pesky mosquito. None of it helped as his forearms began to bulge with new muscles and the hairs spread further and further up, his arm. His sleeves would no longer slide back down his arms with the recent growth.

Desperate, he snatched the gun from the table and levelled it at me.

I just chuckled at him again.

“The next thing my CO said to me is ‘What is the situation? What is your primary objective?’” I levelled my gaze at the transforming Admiral, licking my lips as the white coat began to tighten and his bulging pectorals pushed up against the fabric. Richardson was visibly grimacing now, arms shaking as his body continued to swell.

The Admiral got to his feet, tearing off his navy-issue cap and wiping his sweaty brow with the back of his hand. As he did so, flecks of his grey hair fell away. He still had a full head of hair so it came as a bit of a shock for the proud man when his closely-cropped hair began to fall away with each shake of his body.

“The situation is that a fucking mutant is trying to turn me into another one of his deviant kind!” barked Richardson. “My objective is to kill you and stop this fucking thing!” He angrily pointed with his other hand at his crotch. It was clear that he was very much erect and with each passing second, the precum stain at the tip of that tent was spreading. The tent itself was likewise growing, the outline of his thickening cock becoming very pronounced.

“Are you sure?” I taunted. “Are you sure the situation isn’t that I’m just fulfilling the deepest, benevolent wish of the one true God and you’re just resisting because you’re too stubborn to accept the fact that humanity is flawed and we are on the cusp of true evolution? Are you sure you’re just not shedding the limitations of mankind and becoming something more? Shouldn’t your objective be to accept this very pleasurable change and jump aboard the Deepking?”

Richardson grimaced, squeezing one eye shut as his shirt began to tear at the seams. He gasped, slumping back into his chair and lowering his gun. His chest exploded out of his clothes, shredding everything from his admiral’s coat, the shirt beneath and his undershirt in a spectacular explosion of white cloth, glistening medals and muscle. His chest, no longer restricted by his clothing, ballooned out. Black flesh framed the muscles of his pectorals while a thick, white pelt of fur covered his chest in lieu of an orca’s white belly. His arms, now freed of the confines of his sleeves, swelled to incredible proportions, the thick white hairs stopping at his elbows like a sleeve. Similarly dense white hairs sprang from his underarms not quite touching his chest hairs.

Gritting his teeth, he stared at me while barely managing to lift the gun in his hand. He could no longer let go of it, his finger was stuck on the trigger but since it hadn’t been primed, he couldn’t fire it. A useless gesture. Then came a second explosion of muscle and mass that caused him to drop his arms again and buck his hips. His abdominal muscles erupted one at a time, shooting out into a perfectly sculpted six back that was still visible beneath the dense, white hairs. This led to the main event when his cock exploded out of his pants, his white hairs wrapping around his big, jostling balls while the big, pink flesh of his dick drooled strong-smelling precum all over his chest. His thighs followed suit, shedding the remnants of his clothing while his toes burst out from his polished, black dress shoes. A dense coating of white hair much like his arms wrapped around his shins, curling around the back of his feet while leaving the rest of his flesh black as night.

His other hand wrapped around his cock, shamelessly stroking it despite his head still remaining human. Richardson gazed up at the ceiling with dazed eyes that were losing their dull green and rapidly starting to burn blue with the Deepking’s might. I rose from my seat, rounded the length of the table and stood above him, looking down at the once-proud Admiral.

“The last question my CO asked me was this,” I said. The black flesh was crawling up Richardson’s neck, curling around his jaw as his moustache turned from a slate grey to a pure white. The hairs around his cheeks grew thicker, spreading rapidly even as his features began to distend into the bulge of an orca’s beak. “‘How are you going to achieve your primary objective?’” I grinned at him as I leaned down, a thick, arousing mist rising from between his lips. “Well, Rave? How will you achieve your primary objective?”

Rave - formerly Admiral Tyrone Richardson - shut his eyes as the last of his grey hairs fell from his head. A blowhole formed at the back of his skull as his nostrils vanished into the beak of an orca. He let out a tremendous cry, the last screams of a human as he gave himself completely to the Deepking. He thrust his hips, his tail exploding from just above his spine. At the same time, his cock erupted into a shower of stick, black, oily fluids that splattered all over my chest. From deep within him, a dense, white mist exploded from between his lips; lips that quickly curled into a smile as he exhaled for the first time from his blowhole and unleashed the same dense cloud.

Every breath he took, every burst from his cock, added to the fog. Within seconds, the room was filled with the mist and it was impossible to see anything beyond a few feet ahead. That didn’t stop sounds though and his cries immediately attracted the attention of a few passing soldiers.

“Admiral!” came a shout. “Are you okay?” They pushed the door open and was immediately assaulted by the musky-smelling mist. They coughed, gagged and fell to their knees. It was all over the moment they took that first breath. Their features twisted into that of an orca, a tail burst from their rears and as they screamed in ecstasy, the same mist came shooting out from their lips, adding to the spreading miasma.

I looked back down at Rave as he stood from his seat, every breath spreading the mist. He turned to me, our lips meeting and that warm fog seeping through me and permeating my entire being. My cock pressed up against his.

Before we collapsed into fucking, he broke the kiss and uttered the four words that would doom all mankind.

“All aboard the Deepking.”

Epilogue

Dallingham Bay was ours.

In the span on a single night, the entire town was had been conquered in the name of the Deepking. Within a few days, news would spread. The military had no doubt sent out communications to other nearby bases. Some scouts would be sent out to confirm the bizarre reports of ‘orca-men’ transforming the entire town and then things would soon escalate from there. Our first beachhead would be just like my first assault when Driller had attacked the port. All attention would be put on this one shore, held by myself, Dom, Rave and Driller. All the while, the Deepking and his other knights would be assaulting the rest of the Californian coast line and soon, the rest of the country before eventually spreading to the rest of the world.

“Shouldn’t we worried that we’re still severely outgunned and outnumbered?” Driller grunted as he took my cock. Behind me, Dom - true his name - ploughed my ass, unintelligibly drooling and grunting over my shoulder.

“Worry not,” the Deepking mused while Rave rode the mighty god’s cock. Rave kept gasping, panting and unleashing more and more of his infectious mist. All over town, many of his kind were likewise being fucked or doing the fucking, spreading the mist further and further out. Not only would it obscure the town from conventional surveillance but anyone brave enough to enter the mist would join us. Inaction on the government’s part would be punished as the mist continued to spread eventually into other towns and bring them into the fold.

“The military is well aware that there was a nuclear weapon in this base,” continued my most magnificent lord. “They will not be so quick to attack as they are fearful that we might unleash their very own weapon against them.”

That was the crux of any nuclear deterrent. Possess a nuclear weapon and even if your opponent as more, there is always that fear that when one shot is fired, another would be fired in retaliation and the damage would be catastrophic. Their inaction and indecision would give us more opportunity to spread out influence. Already, the winds were starting to blow our mist further inland. Our fleet continued to grow and spread and it was just a day after we first made landfall.

I thrust into Driller who yelped in joy, his cock spasming and spraying his seed all over his chest. Despite the orgasm, he only ground his crotch harder into mine, begging to be fucked even harder. I naturally obliged. Dom sensed this and ploughed his thick dick deeper, stimulating my prostate and pushing me closer and closer to my own orgasm.

“This is the first of many footholds,” the Deepking announced, hoisting Rave up on his massive dick like a flag. Driller, ever hungry for cock, leaned towards my lord’s other member, wrapping his lips around it and suckling on its juices. “This is our first bastion to end all of humanity’s loneliness!”

I could see it. The glorious day when all of mankind bent a knee of the Deepking and praised his name.

“Today is the just the beginning!”

Yes! Just the first step into paradise.

The first step to our ultimate victory!

“Yes,” I bellowed loudly throwing my head back, the pressure in my dick building to critical levels. “God yes!” I couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“All aboard the Deepking!”

ROGUE Report

From: THE_ROGUE_AI@nexus.com

To: The Director <ThisIsNotAFluke@nexus.com>

Subject: Deepking Infection - Phase 4

Sir,

As predicted, the Deepking is approaching the Gronsky-Albatter Plateau. The latest Variants created from the Deepking demonstrates this it appears that these Variants are far more focused in manipulating a victim’s mind and their beliefs with low-level reality bending and psionic manipulation. While this was displayed on some degree in the previous phase, it is only in this phase that it has become more wanton and damaging. Predictably, they have now moved away from developing more Variants and are now gearing their forces to wide-spread takeover of the land and human settlements. While their base of operations will remain the mobile fleet, humanity’s attention is naturally drawn to the beachheads the Deepking’s forces have made. This, combined with this dimension’s humans’ lack of understanding of the Deepking will put them at a disadvantage until such a time that the Deepking’s reality-bending abilities become absolute and they will no longer be able to put up a suitable defence.

From analysis, the Deepking’s current path would likely lead to a scenario where it will pursue the Universal Intelligence route. There is a 97.65% chance that this will be the likely outcome with the percentage increasing with every new individual added to the Deepking’s ‘pod’. There is naturally a small percentage that the Deepking will veer off this course and not pursue the attempt a near-godhood but that is becoming increasingly unlikely. Regardless, the human race in this reality is effectively doomed unless Conglomerate forces intervene.

Details of my analysis have been sent to Alabaster of further analysis and it is my opinion that the Deepking’s ambitions are somewhat limited to the point that he will not attempt any form of full-reality bending, effectively rewriting the entire reality to his purposes. He still displays some level of ignorance or perhaps wilful restraint that he limits himself to the rules of this reality without any ambition to change it. To that effect, while he may reach the GAP, my analysis indicates that he will likely not attempt to breach dimensional barriers or even create his own sub-reality so long as he is content and no longer ‘lonely’. This does lower his threat index but nonetheless would be a waste of resources to maintain.

We await your decision on how to proceed.

The following is a field analysis of the Variants created during this phase.

DKVS2-0004 is known as the Buccaneer Orca. Thus far, it is the most versatile of the Series 2 Variants and is clearly developed as means to cross the boundaries between land and sea. The Buccaneer is able to ‘hijack’ or ‘commandeer’ anything it touches to the point that it physically becomes connected to its nervous system whether it be organic or inorganic. This employs some low-level reality bending. Anything the Buccaneer touches can then be ‘infected’ with some of its intelligence, effectively transforming it into a virus that, with the Buccaneer’s direction, transform a victim into a Series 3. Naturally, it is limited to physical contact but it has demonstrated the ability to even corrupt the very air it breathes thereby increasing its versatility. Tests are continuing as to whether or not the Buccaneer has some effective range or if it can transform anything or anyone so long as it has influence over them. Something to note about the Buccaneer is that someone could become infected by the Buccaneer but will only begin to transform once the Buccaneer wills it thereby creating the potential for sleeper agents.

DKVS3-0010 or commonly known as the Pirate Orca is the first Variant created by the Buccaneer. While appearing like a typical orca-humanoid, the Pirate makes up for its relative average physical abilities with sheer numbers and rate of infection. The Pirate secretes powerful aphrodisiacs that not only arouse targets but also commandeer their nervous system into the act of sexual intercourse. This compels victims of the Pirate to immediately have sex with the Pirate with each successive orgasm transforming the victim into another Pirate. This can occur in rapid succession with victims reaching climax two to three times within a span of a minute or sooner. It appears that the trigger for the transformation is the victim’s will being shattered. The sooner a victim succumbs completely to the Pirate’s influence and stops fighting, the sooner they fully transform into one.

DKVS3-0011 is Beached Orca and, contrary to its name, it is far from helpless. This highly aggressive Variant has a severely reduced intelligence to the point where it is almost primitive or primal. While seen using tools to build or fortify their nests, the Beached will single-mindedly hunt down any target that crosses is vision and bring them to their nest. These nests are influenced by the Beached’s presence, creating a ‘domain’ that allows the Beached to enforce a rule within the confines of the room. This rule is simple and cannot be altered: any human entering it will be transformed into another Beached. This is a complicated form of reality-bending but is still on the low end. Regardless, the Beached’s ape-like build and strong physique make it ideal for overpowering foes and carrying them long distances to their nests for transformation. Often, when a new Beached is created, they will claim an adjacent structure as their new nest but no one Beached will ever claim the same location as another.

Lastly, DKVS3-0012 the Mist Orca is one of the most insidious Variants to be created out of this series. The Mist is interestingly a ‘hairy’ Variant which is not seen in most orcas. That said, this body hair acts as a way to catch the powerful scent it exudes in the form of a thick white mist. The mist obscures vision and causes fast transformation to anyone who breathes it in. The Mist constantly produces this mist from its mouth, blowhole and sometimes from its body hair. There is no limit to the range of the Mist as the latest reports have shown that the Mist’s fog has spread many miles from Dallingham Bay and caused transformation in anyone wandering into it. Their wide-spread capabilities is quickly becoming the bane of the human resistance.

One final note, the Writer of Reality has received your request for a meeting and he will be with you shortly.

From: THE_ROGUE_AI@nexus.com

To: The Director <LooseLipsSinksShips@nexus.com>

Subject: RE: Deepking Infection - Phase 4

Rogue,

Everything is going according to plan. Just like with the Woodfather, I’ll be making a personal appearance to the Deepking once he has fully hit the GAP. Make sure the fleets are mobilised and make sure that the Writer doesn’t pull any of his trickery to delay our approach to his schedule again. That the Deepking appears to have no ambition to rewrite reality itself is a bit concerning and I almost pity his lack of vision. Almost seems like he was a throwaway experiment from MASTER to focus on a single test without thinking about the wider implications. Then again, that is what MASTER was designed for. Nevertheless, we will soon have everything we will need out of the Deepking and the last thing to do is to wait for his decision on how he wants to proceed just like with the Woodfather.

Send R3 to me as soon as he arrives.

Prepare everything for Operation: Atlantis Down.

Nexus Reports - The Depths

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The Buccaneer

The Buccaneer

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*Designation * DKVS2-0004

*Threat Classification * Moloch

*Origins * The Buccaneer was originally Brock Lorraine, the personal bodyguard, constant companion and occasional lover of Roy Buckmeir. A professional bodyguard by trade, Brock grew up with aspirations to join the military but did poorly in following orders. He was subsequently rejected by the military and instead went into private security. He met Roy Buckmeir on one of the latter’s many adventures into South America and became enamoured by the adventurer. He would join Roy from that point on. Timeline analysis would show that Brock would move on to guard Bradley Buckmeir after Roy’s death and would eventually found his own security firm after Roy’s death before passing away at the age of 95.

*Description * The Buccaneer is the largest of the Series 2 Variants created by the Deepking. Standing at about 9’5’’ feet tall, it is extremely muscular with a distinctive hunch. It has a relatively small dorsal fin and similarly smaller tail. It’s skin is distinctly reddish in colour with the traditionally black skin appearing almost a deep, ruby red and its white skin a pinkish skin. It possesses a genital slit similar to orcas in the wild. His penis, however, is similarly shaped to a humans and possesses a dark-brown bear that wraps around his jawline.

*Transformation Medium * The Buccaneer transforms victims through physical contact. The Buccaneer’s flesh is completely infectious and any form of contact even through protection is a viable infection vector. The Buccaneer seems to be able to corrupt anything it touches - organic and inorganic - displaying a mild form of reality-bending. Upon contact, the Buccaneer seems to ‘commandeer’ the item in question, gaining control over it and allowing it to manipulate it at its discretion. Inorganic objects will develop vein-like growths that connect to the Buccaneer while organic objects seemingly merge with the Buccaneer, allowing the Variant to pump its will and into the victim and subsequently transform them.

*Countermeasures * The Buccaneer is a based entirely on physical contact with material objects. Ephemeral objects such as psionics or energy weaponry are effective against the Buccaneer. This includes particle shields. To this effect, the Buccaneer needs to maintain physical contact with the object to be able to bring it under it’s will. The larger or more complicated the object, the longer it will take to fully bring the object under its control. Keeping one’s distance is the best means to deal with the Buccaneer or, barring that, Reality Anchors to avoid infection.

*Director’s Notes * Truly a more offensive Variant from the Deepking which is kind of ironic given Brock’s previous role as a bodyguard. That said, this Variant shows powerful reality manipulation which clearly shows just how far the Deepking is developing. It’s constant need to keep physical contact is somewhat debilitating so if we can develop some way to expand its influence, it would make it more viable. It also lacks mobility in the water which is kind of ironic given it’s originating species. Definitely a land-based Variant.

The Pirate

The Pirate

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*Designation * DKVS3-0010

*Threat Classification * Xaos

*Origins * The first fully formed Pirate was Darius Hester. A member of the US Coast Guard, Darius was posted in Dallington Bay Naval Base and was 35 years old at point of conversion. Having been in the Coast Guard for over 10 years, Darius maintained an easy-going and somewhat relaxed attitude in times of inaction but took his job very seriously. That is not to say that he did not have his vices and often took the tradition of ‘shore leave’ to behave somewhat ‘inappropriately’ at least compared to his other fellow members of the Coast Guard. While not an alcoholic, he nonetheless had a history of substance abuse that wasy cleared after he went into rehabilitation. This precluded to an addictive personality, however. Timeline analysis shows that after catching a few smugglers on the coast and getting into a gunfight, Darius would have developed an adrenaline dependency and become a thrill-seeker. He would eventually die in a wingsuit accident at the age of 49.

*Description * The Pirate stands anywhere between 7’5’’ - 7’11’’ feet tall and is heavily muscled. These orca Variants possess the normal colourations of an orca but have different tattoo-like patterns all over their bodies that contrast with their skin colour. They often possess different distinguishing features that herald back to their features before they were transformed and have a penchant customising their appearances as opposed to the other Variants which tend to be more uniform. Pirates are known to be missing a tail and have their dorsal fins placed directly behind their head. Unique to the pirate is their flexibility with many being seen in creative and often impossible bodily configurations when engaged with others.

*Transformation Medium * The Pirate is an incredibly aggressive and surprisingly strong Variant. Though its size is above average for any human, it’s strength, speed and agility is far above the average human. This works to their advantage as they can quickly subdue a target and forcibly have the victim perform anal intercourse with the Pirate. The Pirate secretes a powerful aphrodisiac from glands positioned within its anal cavity that stimulates a target to the point of orgasm. Those who find themselves orgasming within the Pirate will subsequently transform into another Pirate after two or three such sessions. The greatest advantage of the Pirate is that they work in groups/pods/packs of no less than three individuals. They are by far the Variant with the highest number of the Deepking’s troops. These roving gangs often target an individual or individuals, subdue them with their superior size and strength and convert them into more Pirates.

*Countermeasures * Dealing with Pirates individually is recommended but it is often difficult to separate one Pirate from the rest of its pod. Failing that, the best way to deal with the Pirate is to ensure that it cannot strip off armour and force an individual to perform sexual intercourse with it. Use of all-female units is particularly effective as well as the Pirate has no means to convert them though conventional combat is still an option. When the Pirate’s conversion abilities are nullified, conventional weaponry and particle shielding is more than enough to subdue a Pirate.

*Director’s Notes * The Pirate’s sole dependency and indeed, it’s obsessive drive, to be anally penetrated is it’s greatest weakness. Its physical attributes are roughly on the low-average of Conglomerate troops which speaks of MASTER’s outdated benchmarks. That said, their group tactics do make them somewhat dangerous. I’m honestly not sure if the Pirate has a place in the Conglomerate but copy it and run it through tests anyway. There’s a reason I have other people to help with testing, after all, as everyone has different perspectives and can still surprise you.

The Beached

The Beached

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*Designation * DKVS3-0011

*Threat Classification * Moloch

*Origins * The Beached was originally Dean Ponce. At the young age of 21 years old, he had managed to start up a real estate empire thanks to some smart investments on his part. At the time of his conversion, he was 39 and was work well over a quarter of a billion dollars in real estate revenue and investments. Often distrusting due to some early betrayals, he lived with his husband, Alberto Ponce - a database engineer - but made it a point that they sleep in separate rooms. This would eventually put a straing on their marraige 6 years later on Dean’s 45th Birthday when Dean couldn’t decide where to have ‘birthday sex’. This would lead to an argument and a divorce a year later. As per the pre-nuptial agreement signed by both parties, Dean’s fortune was split in half. One year later, Dean would approach Alberto again and offer him the rest of the fortune if he would marry him again. Alberto would claim that he never cared for the money and they would have spontaneous sex in the closet of the restaurant they were in, resulting in a scandal but one Dean happily bore. They would get remarried and bring in a child two years later. Both would die shortly after one another 47 years later holding one another’s hands.

*Description * The Beached is an incredibly large and powerful Variant with a vaguely gorilla-like structure. Its upper body is highly developed with long, powerful arms and it stands in a hunched pose while supporting itself on its knuckles and relatively shorter feet. It has a longer than average tail which is incredibly prehensile which it can use for climbing or grabbing. The Beached has a ‘reversed’ colouration from other orcas with its belly being predominantly black and possessing a white crest on its back similar to a silverback gorilla.

*Transformation Medium * The Beached generates a powerful reality-bending field that causes it to claim it’s ‘domain’. This domain must be an area - regardless of size - that is enclosed. While the Beached cannot outwardly change the appearance of its domain using its reality bending abilities, any who step within the domain will instantly be assaulted by its powers and quickly and swiftly transformed into another Beached upon the host Beached’s will. It is not uncommon for the Beached to kidnap many targets, drag them to their domain and store them before transforming them one by one for its own pleasure. The transformation can go as quickly or as slowly as the host Beached desires. It should be noted that Beached are often solitary creatures and while many Beached domains can be close to one another and they will frequently visit one another for sexual pleasure, only one Beached can occupy any single domain at any one time.

*Countermeasures * Build to be mostly solitary hunters, the Beached are incredibly agile and are known to climb areas to obtain their prey. They are incredibly selfish, however, and will commonly compete against one another if they have their sights set on a single target. This can be used to the advantage of any agent. Barring that, the Beached are incredibly strong and agile and possess an primal cunning. Conventional weaponry and particle shielding is recommended but the easiest and best way to avoid being captured by the Beached and brought to their domain is through the use of phase technology to become intangible even for a moment and avoid capture. Neutralising a Beached’s domain can easily be done by destroying the structure entirely, removing a single wall or using reality anchors.

*Director’s Notes * Another example of the Deepking looking to expanding on land. The Beached are clearly made for urban warfare and it’s compulsion to bring their victims back to their domains speaks of their ultimately desire to be connected to the Deepking. Their inability to work with one another and competitive nature depreciates their value but their build, mobility and reality-bending abilities is quite formidable. Continue development on this one.

The Mist

The Mist

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*Designation * DKVS3-0012

*Threat Classification * Orcus

*Origins * Admiral Tyrone Richardson was the first Mist Variant. A decorated admiral, this 52 year old navy veteran had a keen mind and tactical sense that allowed him to navigate both the tides of war and politics. He purposefully kept himself from being promoted any further so that he would still be out in the field while at the same time getting enough power and influence to pursue his own projects. His greatest ambition was the creation of the experimental aircraft carrier which would have been mounted with a long-ranged railgun for off-shore bombardment. Sadly, the Admiral was a chain smoker and had already developed the first signs of cancer. He would have been fully diagnosed at the age of 55 and an operation would have seen him beat it. He would never return to active duty again which would cause him to relapse and die of cancer at the age of 68.

*Description * The Mist a powerful, barrel-chested Variant with its most unique features being the copious amount of body hair it possesses in comparison to other Deepking Variants. This body hair helps it ‘catch’ much of the mist that it exudes so that it is able to capture and convert people in close quarters. It constantly emits a strong, pungent mist from its mouth and blowhole as well as from its armpits and crotch. Different Mist Variants have different configurations for their body hair seemingly reflecting their own bodies back when they were human.

*Transformation Medium * The Mist transforms targets through the inhalation of the gas it produces. The effects vary depending on the level and length of exposure. Light exposure where the mist is nearly invisible will leave victims with a mild headache and faint arousal while exposure to visible mist for extended periods of time will lead to outright conversion. Being close to the Mist and exposed to the thickest parts of the mist or outright inhaling the breath of the Variant will lead to near-instantaneous transformation.

*Countermeasures * Appropriate breathing filters will completely nullify the Mist’s ability to transform targets but this should not be the only countermeasure against the Mist. This Variant is as strong as it is stealthy. The Mist it exudes can be incredibly wide spread and thick especially when multiple Mist Variants are present in the same area. This offers a literal ‘fog of war’ which make make it difficult to see them. Infrared or heat detection becomes useless as the Mist keeps the temperature very cold. In general, the highest concentration of mist is where this Variant is hiding and the low-hanging cloud is still subject to physics. A strong gust of wind or powerful fans will push aside the mist exposing their sources to conventional weaponry.

*Director’s Notes * The Deepking’s tactics are quickly coming together. One can just imagine multiple Mist Variants acting as the vanguard to a full invasion with their clouds spreading to disarm foes before the other Variants start moving in. The Mist is a little too slow to produce its scent, however, and it’s far too easy to counter it. If there is some way we can get it to exert some form of control on the mist, it would be more viable. Also, do something about the smell. Smell of sex and cum is just far too obvious.

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