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Vorkax snorted awake as he felt the train he had been on for the last several hours grinding to a stop just outside of a small station. As he got up and started to gather his bags he could already feel the moist air of the coast seeping into the empty car, the dragon-wolf trying to look out the windows as he got everything of his and began to move down the aisle. He had been the only one left on the train for some time and when he got off onto the platform there was no one else in the small station either. No sooner had he disembarked then he heard the shrill whistle of the train before it started to move again, Vorkax watching it as it quickly disappeared out of sight and left him standing there completely alone.

As the hybrid started to walk with his bags he knew he wouldn’t be staying there long; the entire reason he was there in the first place was because a small coastal village that was somewhat close to this line had gone completely dark. While communication had always been a bit scarce with this particular town one day it seemed to go completely off the electrical grid, though people only noticed that there were no communications going in and out when people noticed that the station he stood on currently which normally had a few people on it had gone completely empty and vendor stalls in the nearby towns were just abandoned. It was enough of an oddity that it prompted the nearby police station to send in an investigator to try and figure out what happened, which was where Vorkax stepped in. After he had gotten his orders to look into the potential disappearance of an entire town he packed his day bag and hopped on the first train that would get him there.

When Vorkax made his way off the train and onto the road he began to wish he had just driven up in a car instead as a light drizzle began to rain down on him. The coast was always a wet, dreary place and it made him wonder why people would even bother to settle on it and attempt to fish the often storm-riddled waters. With the advent of industrialized fishing most towns like the one he was about to visit would normally be ghost towns anyway, but up until a few days ago this one still had life and actually seemed to be thriving recently. It was part of the shock on why it had suddenly went dark as Vorkax opened his umbrella and continued to walk down the muddy street.

It took a few hours of walking before he reached his destination, mostly to avoid the muddy roads as best he could. He quickly realized that a car would have probably been abandoned by this point anyway as he passed by some particularly large puddles that might have swallowed the entire vehicle up whole. As he got to the village itself though the rain let up enough that he could put his umbrella away, though the clouds remained overcast as he got to a sign that might have said the name of the town if it wasn’t knocked over. As he looked down the street at the buildings that lined the main road going inside he saw that there wasn’t a soul to be seen, but there was something else that was far more prevalent to his observations…

…it was the smell.

While he had expected a fishing town to smell like such the odor was almost overpowering as Vorkax carefully made his way past the city limits and into the town itself. As soon as he got to an actual paved road he found that seashells were embedded in the asphalt and concrete. At first the hybrid thought that perhaps these were merely decorations, but as he passed by a few he noticed that if a car had come along it probably would have popped the tire. It wasn’t just there either, as he went up to the first house that was on the street he saw seashells and barnacles attached to the wood that made the building look like a wrecked ship at the bottom of the ocean instead of a house in the middle of a street.

The surreal nature of the town continued as he was about to knock on the door only to find that it was open. Though he normally would look for an invitation first it seemed to Vorkax like he wouldn’t be getting one, but still announced his presence as he walked inside. Going indoors didn’t prevent the fishy smell that was in the air, if anything it was getting worse as he carefully made his way into the hall. When he flicked on the lights nothing happened and he wondered if it was the fact that the village didn’t seem to be connected to the grid anymore or if it was caused by the dampness in the air as he continued to walk forward. Eventually he got to the living room of the house and as soon as he stepped inside he heard a loud squishing sound that caused him to look down.

It was a dead fish; not only was it just lying there in the middle of the doorway but it was sitting in a pool of what looked like slime. As his eyes scanned the area he quickly gathered this wasn’t the only one as he saw that the goo-coated carpet was littered not only with all manner of dead sea life but also actual fish guts and strange clusters of eggs that were stuck to the walls and furniture. It was like he was in some sort of drowned village that had recently resurfaced but with an almost alien element to it as well. The rest of the house turned up more of the same and even though the house seemed abandoned there were still clothes in the closet and even food in the fridge, though it did seem to consist mostly of fish.

Vorkax checked out a few other buildings and found them to be in almost exactly the same condition as the first one he had found. It was like the ocean had swallowed this place up and then receded, taking all the people with it and leaving only dead fish, eggs, and slime in its wake. As he went through one house however he did find something of interest, a journal that had been hidden between the bed mattress and frame that served to preserve it somewhat. Though some of the pages still were soaked through he could read some of it and hoped there was some insight to what happened as he flipped through the pages.

Most of the earlier pages were typical fare one might find in a journal, finding that the woman writing it was likely younger due to mentions of having recently gone to college and the perils within. In fact it seemed she had come back to visit family only to find that the town seemed different to her, making particular mention of strange statue that had been erected up in the middle of the town square. Even though she stayed away from it she had seen several of the other villagers kneeling in front of it, as though to pay homage to the otherworldly creature. She also noted that some of the men and woman in the town appeared to have something going on with them, their skin shiny like fish scales or what looked like octopus suckers on the ends of their hands.

The last journal entry stated that she was going to cut her trip back short and leave the next day, but as Vorkax turned the page his eyes widened when he saw an entry stating that she heard something calling out to her before her words morphed into strange scribblings of symbols that he had never seen before. A strange statue in the middle of the square and oddly-acting townspeople… it sounded like some sort of cult, but the note of the mutations of the people were what really caused the dragon-wolf to scratch his head. He had known various aquatic anthros and guessed that a town like this would be full of them, but if that was the case then why point it out in a journal?

Questions swirled around in the investigator’s head and as he looked at his watch he knew that night was coming soon. The last thing he wanted to do was stay here in the dark and decided to check out the aforementioned statue before he left back to catch the train that would be swinging by just after nightfall. It didn’t take him long to figure out where the town square was and as he walked towards it he noticed that not only were there more sea shells around but also larger appendages of various sea creatures scattered about as well. None of them were anthro in nature but it didn’t make the scene any less creepy as he turned the corner to go down the village’s main street into the market.

As Vorkax finally got into what he believed was the town square the dragon-wolf’s jaw dropped in shock, his blue and green eyes staring out at a space that was filled with pulsating pods of strange flesh that all surrounded a statue of some tentacular creature. It was unlike anything he had ever seen before and for a while he just stood there in complete shock at the site while somewhere deep in his brain he realized that this was where all the villagers had gone. The scene played out in front of him like some sort of alien landscape and as he continued to stare at the statue in the middle of it he began to hear a strange buzzing sound in his ears that caused them to twitch. His gaze was suddenly broken however as he heard a loud squishing noise and turned to see that the silvery-blue skin of the pod closest to him had begun to jiggle and swell before a hand pushed out towards him that caused him to let out a shout of shock and step backwards.

No sooner had he moved then the pod suddenly burst open, revealing a creature that Vorkax wouldn’t have even managed to conjure in his deepest nightmares. The hand that had originally stretched out to him was webbed while the other arm ended in a large lobster claw where the hardened shell looked like it had been grafted onto the arm of the anthro wolf as its jaw hung open and was filled with huge shark teeth. When the mutated villager pulled himself out completely the hybrid saw that one of his legs was replaced with a huge squid tentacle that still somehow managed to hold the muscular creature up. As it started to move towards him Vorkax heard another noise and saw a second pod burst, this one with a former leopard man that had a shell growing out of his back and a pair of mandibles that grew out from his muzzle as he stared at him with solid black eyes.

That was enough to snap Vorkax out of his shock and he turned to run. He didn’t care where he was going as long as it was away from the nightmare, but as he fled he forgot about the seashells on the ground and more than once found himself slipping and stumbling on the smooth surfaces. It didn’t hamper him much but it was enough for the two creatures to catch up with their unnatural speed and grabbed him. The shelled leopard mutant had a tentacle for an arm that wrapped around his waist and lifted him up in the air, causing the draconic feet of the trapped creature to kick out as he was dragged back towards the square.

Though Vorkax tried to fight his way out the slimy grasp of the two creatures he found his grip was surprisingly tight and as he was led back through the pods he saw that others were starting to open as well. Despite not knowing who any of them are he knew that these were the missing villagers and as they emerged they all showed similar mutations to the ones that had captured him. For the most part it looked like someone had grafted the parts of sea creatures onto them and they all had the same solid black eyes as they looked at the one that was being brought forth to the statue. Vorkax had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach that he was about to share a similar fate as he was brought right up to the base of the statue and was forced to kneel in front of it, which caused the dragon-wolf to have to look up in order to meet the gaze of the alien creature.

As soon as he locked eyes with the statue Vorkax immediately regretted it, but it was short-lived as he began to feel something unnatural pour into his own mind. He found himself catching glimpses of what happened to the town, of being influenced by the being that this statue represented and finally causing everyone to succumb to its evil machinations. The corruption had been slow and insidious first, influencing dreams and causing the villagers to withdraw from the rest of society, and as they did the infection started to show on their bodies as well as in their minds. Eventually this unholy creature had influenced enough of the town to take it over completely, causing the villagers to cocoon themselves to undergo their final metamorphosis into servants of this eldritch being.

But Vorkax could sense that he would need no such preparation, and as the transformed villagers began to utter something in a language he couldn’t understand he saw black tentacles emerge from the statue itself. These were not made from obsidian but were more than real as the slimy appendages slowly snaked their way towards him, which prompted a fresh round of resistance from the wolf-dragon to avoid his fate. Even if he could somehow escape from the grasp of these two that held him there was the dozens of others that stood between him and freedom, and even with his attention focused on the dripping tentacles that were moving towards him there was still that sensation of an alien psyche pressing against his own. There was no use for calling out for help either as the only creatures that would hear it would be the ones that surrounded him and the entity that possessed the statue as it waited for him to cease his thrashing.

Once he had exhausted himself enough the two creatures used their claws and pincers to make quick work of his clothing and soon Vorkox found himself kneeling there naked and was panting hard from his exertion, but it wasn’t long before he found one of the tentacles pushing up into his open muzzle. The sudden intrusion had taken the wolf-dragon by surprise and as he tilted his head back to try and pull away from it he could already feel it sliding to the back of his throat. A third creature came up from behind him and grabbed him by the sides of his head, preventing him from doing anything but instinctively swallowing as the tentacle pushed down deeper and started to wiggle into his throat. At first Vorkox started to gag but as he began to feel the slime coating his insides he felt his muscles relax and allow more of it to bulge out his neck.

It wouldn’t be long before that wasn’t the only tentacle that was inside of him, as Vorkox continued to remain suspended in the air by the powerful strength of the creatures on either side of his body he saw two more snake their way between his legs. The first stopped at his groin and pushed into his cock slit, which caused his hips to buck as the member inside that had begun to harden from the strange stimulation of his throat was immediately blocked from escaping by the slimy appendage. The squirming that the hybrid did quickly became less of escape and more from the pleasure that he was getting as the other tentacle pushed between his thighs and quickly slithered up to his exposed tailhole. The creature that had held his head in place backed away to allow the eldritch creature to start to pump between his furry cheeks, no longer needing to hold Vorkox anymore as the tentacle in his maw pushed deeper down into him before it began to throb.

At first the hybrid wasn’t sure what was happening but as he saw the tentacle in front of his vision swell slightly he suddenly felt something get pumped into his body. His already wide eyes practically bulged out of their head as slime filled his throat and stomach, the first batch going directly into him while the subsequent ones caused the thick viscous substance to start to pour out of his gaping maw. His hips and legs thrashed as his stretched open tailhole felt something similar happen; no sooner had the penetrating tentacle got several inches inside of him after spreading open the ring of muscle then he felt a rush of slime come in from that way, but as both tentacles began to fill him he soon realized that there was something else there as well.

The first eggs that pushed their way in with the slime caused Vorkox to nearly double over, the dragon-wolf seeing the larger bulge in the tentacle right before it stretched his mouth open even wider to the point where he thought it was impossible. A few seconds later another one caused his hips to thrust up into the air as he felt the egg push in past his cheeks and travel through the appendage that was so deep inside of him that a faint outline could be seen underneath the fur of his stomach. Vorkox began to writhe in sheer ecstasy as he felt the egg slide into his body, bulging out his belly as the one that was traveling down his maw came down to join it. Any amount of movement he did wouldn’t dislodge the tentacles that were buried deep inside of him and a second round began to travel into them to join the first two the villagers that were watching had started to go around and gather up various fish parts.

If Vorkox had the ability to focus instead of just feeling his cock throbbing and his stomach swelling he would have seen the villagers start to put the items that they had gathered up next to his body. By this point he was so overwhelmed with euphoria that he was on his back twitching, watching his stomach continue to bloat out with eggs that were being pumped into him while slime not only oozed out of his tailhole and maw but his fully erect cock as well. Already the pink flesh had started to mutate underneath the layer of goo that was covering him and in the back of his mind he wondered if this was what happened to the villagers as well until they eventually cocooned themselves. As he saw the two that dragged him there hover over his body it was becoming apparent that he wouldn’t have that chance as one of them took what looked like a shark’s jaw and slid it around the tentacle before pushing it down on his face.

Vorkox let out a muffled gurgle of shock as the flesh of the shark seemed to melt into his own muzzle the second that it made contact, adhering to the slime and sliding over it. It wasn’t just covering him either and as another egg stretched his own muzzle he could feel his own jaws stretch and pop, fusing with the ones of the creature that had been impressed on him. As his flesh warped and reshaped he found that there was more than his body that was transforming, as he saw the other villager place a fish fin against his draconic foot he felt it fuse to become webbing while the toes elongated out. The sudden transformation and alien feel of his own body had snapped Vorkox enough to try and fight his fate once more, though with a swollen abdomen and impaled with two tentacles there was little he could do but wiggle his slime-covered body as fish scales were pressed against his chest and inner legs to fuse to his fur.

The entire time the whispers that had been filling his mind were growing stronger with each piece of corrupted flesh that they pushed on him, the transforming dragon-wolf feeling something wiggling into his psyche while his focus was on the pleasure of his egg and slime filled stomach. Eventually the tentacles that had been stretching open his holes for so long retracted from his body, causing a torrent of slime to push out his new shark muzzle and tailhole which prompted him to turn over onto his bloated belly. While he was turned around the villagers wasted no time in bringing the egg filled creature onto his knees and secured a dorsal fin on his back, fusing to the slime that completely coated him while his throbbing cock retracted into his slit despite being hornier than ever. With the tentacle and the slime cleared from his maw the only thing that came out was short, ragged breaths as he continued to stare up at the statue that transformed him inside and out.

As he continued to remain transfixed on it Vorkox could feel his desire to serve this creature grow, to spread the corruption that had already been inflicted upon this land. As the villagers adhered octopus tentacles to be integrated into his arms he could see in his mind’s eye that the idol got washed ashore only for fisherman to quickly find it and initially dragged into a nearby storage depot so that it could eventually be sold. As the statue remained the ancient power that resided in it began to leak out, first affecting the fisherman on the shore and mutating their bodies so they could catch even more fish and stay underwater for long periods of time. At first it had been subtle and gone unnoticed by most of the townsfolk, but as their minds turned and they began to worship the statue as well as the eldritch being attached to it they brought that corruption home and converted their families and friends until nearly everyone had become enthralled.

That was what was happening to him, the voice in his mind said as they attached more scales to his body, but he was not going to be some mere monster like the others. As he continued to be given blessings by his progenitor Vorkox knew that he wouldn’t be like the ones around him, in fact he was being given authority over them. The old god knew that he needed a priest, someone of higher intellect then the fishmongers of this village that had so willingly given themselves over to him that it was almost sad. The former wolf-dragon was no such creature, and as the transformed hybrid began to feel his stomach rumble he knew that the eggs he had been implanted with was the power of the old god that had been waiting for someone like him in order to give them.

For the first time since he had gotten the tentacles pulled out of him Vorkox started to move again, slowly standing up as he suddenly felt a surge of alien energy pulsate through his body. He could feel his senses return to him briefly and when he looked down at himself it was no longer his form that he looked at. Heavy scales covered most of his flesh as he brought his arms up where he saw two sets of octopus tentacles that framed his webbed hands, and as he flexed his back he could feel the dorsal fins that had been attached there while he stretched his shark jaw. When he looked behind him he thought that he might find another fin on his tail only to see that it ended in a sucker that looked somewhat like a starfish, though as he watched the heavy pads undulate he felt another tremor that originated in his stomach that brought his transformed hands down to the eggs that were rumbling inside…

…the signal of his rebirth to the old god.

Though his mind and body had been heavily corrupted so much that he was alien in nature Vorkox still had some sense of self, but as he felt the first egg within him burst it was like a dam had broken in his brain. His head tipped back and he let out a cry that soon turned into a roar as the power of the eldritch creature inside him pulsated through his body, his muscles twitching before swelling with growth as his stomach began to deflate. His eyes rolled so far back into his head that only the whites showed as the fur and scale on his body were pushed out by tentacles that slithered through and strengthened both his muscles and the connection to the eldritch creature. It was the point of no return, and the creature that had been the dragon-wolf couldn’t stop himself as his roar turned to a groan which quickly turned to a gurgle.

The villagers that were in the square turned and watched the new priest of their god be reborn, watching as the thick slime that christened him began to ooze out of his mouth and cockslit while his body throbbed and withed from the tentacles within. They centered around his groin and the creature thrusted his hips forward as a cluster of them pushed their way out that were just as sensitive as the cock that had formerly been housed in there. With his entire body trembling it was the tentacles on his arms that reached down to further stimulate the growing creature, the appendages growing thicker just like his arms and legs as more goo continued to pour out of his shark jaws. As the changes reached his skull the former hybrid’s eyes began to glow with a purple light as his neck bulged, swelling upwards until finally several thick tentacles including the one that used to be his tongue emerged and slithered through the air.

With Vorkox completely consumed by the eldritch power the only thing that was on his corrupted mind was his reverence to his new god, the purple eyes of the new creature looking around as his muscular physique settled down enough that the new priest could inspect himself. Though they no longer bulged out his skin he could still sense the tentacles that were harbored in his body as veins of power from the creature that had merged his soul with it. The aquatic amalgamation went over to the statue and bowed low to it, then turned and looked at the two villagers that had captured and transformed the creature that he used to be. Without a single command needed the two came forward and buried their heads into his crotch, allowing the cluster of tentacle cocks to push not only into their mouths but ears as well.

While the new priest enjoyed the pleasure that came from the reverence he knew that these creatures had already been blessed, which meant that if he wanted to show his new deity that he was worthy of his body he would have to find another way to show it…

A few days later a car came up the dirt path, stopping just short of the village and allowing two men to get out of it. They were there following up a missing person’s report of an investigator that had gone missing as the cheetah lit up a cigarette. “Gah, you can smell the stench of the sea from here,” the feline commented as he took a puff of his cigarette. “You sure this is where he disappeared?”

“Unfortunately yes,” the wolf replied as he looked at his map. “Says here Vorkox went to investigate the town going dark and hasn’t been seen since, which is the same as the townspeople. Chief says we have to go in and at least try to take a look in order to see what’s going on.”

The cheetah sighed and took one last drag of his cigarette, then tossed it into a nearby puddle. Just as he was about to comment that they better have decent coffee he noticed something unusual in the water, what looked like tiny tadpoles but with more tentacles seemed to be inside of it that caused his head to tilt. When he asked his partner to come over and see what he found however there was no response, and just as he was about to stand back up and ask if the wolf was taking a leak he heard a loud bang next to him that caused him to jump and fall into the mud. When he looked up his eyes widened in horror as he saw a bizarre, heavily muscled creature standing on the hood of his car with a toothy grin on his muzzle.

As the cheetah shouted for his partner to help the creature’s tail shifted and showed the wolf hanging limply with the end of it, the tip suctioned onto the face of the lupine man with something bulging out his throat. Seeing the other man in trouble prompted the cheetah to try and pull out his pistol, but the priest of the old god was far too quick and used the octopus tentacles on his arms to both disarm him and pull him up towards his knees. Before the feline could say anything the creature jumped down and pressed his muzzle up against his cockslit, the feline’s gasping and grunting only allowing the tentacles housed within to push into his mouth as several smaller ones shoved their way into his nose and ears. It didn’t take long before the slime that they produced rendered the cheetah just as docile as his partner, the grin on the shark muzzle growing wider as the priest was rewarded with a wave of pleasure as his eggs pushed their way into his two newest acolytes…