The Moon on the Sea
Story by draconicon on SoFurry
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[b][u][center]The Moon on the Sea
For Rayoelgatubelo
By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]
Jamaica was a far cry from the shores of England, where she belonged, but Gloria had little choice in the matter. So far from home, nobody would know her shame...and nobody would kill her for it, either.
She panted as she wrestled with a blanket, pulling it tight to her only to throw it all the way across her bed, her body shivering and sweating by turns. Everything ached, and everything burned. Even when she was freezing, she burned…
Gloria looked at the half-closed shutters at her bedroom window, and glared through the cracks. The shimmer of the sunset off of the ocean was driving her mad, but not out of intrusion, or out of irritation. She glared at it out of sheerest hate for the wrong that the ocean had dealt her, and how she hated it for what it still did.
[i]You won’t have me...I won’t give in…[/i]
One of the natives knocked on her wall, and she ignored them. They muttered something - something that she didn’t understand - and after a few more moments, they walked away. Probably checking on her, she realized. They didn’t know what was wrong. She wasn’t about to tell them, either.
Lifting the blanket, she looked down at her leg. The bite marks - the many, many teeth of the creature that had ambushed her - were still there. They’d stopped bleeding, but her pale skin was red, inflamed with the curse of the bite. She grimaced as she pulled the blanket over her again, feeling her forehead burst out in another wave of sweat, her body aching from head to toe.
It would come tonight. If the creature didn’t come for her, the moon would. She had to be strong. She had to resist…
Even as she tried to build herself up, the memories of the creature came to her again. The great black and white beast, muscled beyond anything she had ever seen, even among the land-bound monsters, swimming with the grace of a dolphin and the power of a bear. A great tail bore it along as well as webbed hands and feet, and it had nearly caught her. It had ripped her out of the boat, had pinned her against the wreckage of it, and it had nearly raped her before she got free. The bite...the bite was its revenge.
No. She couldn’t think that way. If she was strong...she just had to be strong.
She closed her eyes, fighting the fever, and hoped that perhaps she could sleep through the full moon.
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Darkness had barely wrapped itself around the island before the moon’s fire stoked her own. The sudden shock of the moon’s silver light coming through the cracked shutters sent her into shock, her arms swinging out against the wall and the bedframe. Her legs kicked, knocking the blankets half off of her as she arched her back, a scream silenced before it could get free, and echoing in her throat.
The pain, the sudden pain almost drove her back to sleep, but the moon wouldn’t let her sleep. The change…
She bit her lip, huffing and puffing as she tried to pull her arms down. Barely managing it as her body started shaking worse than ever before, Gloria forced herself to sit up. She managed that, too, but as she swung her legs around, she could see that it was already almost too late.
The red around her bite mark was changing, growing paler in places and darker in others. It was spreading, too, particularly quickly under the moonlight that managed to get into the little room.
[i]Close...close the window...maybe...stop it…[/i]
Her thoughts were slowed, and getting slower as she forced herself to her feet. Painfully aware of how thin she’d become over the last few days, she hobbled towards the window, feeling the burning fire spread further and further through her leg. It was already rushing up towards her thigh, and spreading down towards her foot. The heat...the horrible heat…
She reached the window, and laid her hands on the shutter. Even as she clenched her fingers around the wood, she could feel the fire spreading, feel it settling deeper. Her fingers darkened from above, and as she pulled her hands back, she saw her palms lightening. Pale flesh turned white, and then began...began to stretch.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
The first scream finally pushed past her lips, and kept going as she fell down, unable to stand as she stared at her hands. Growing bigger, thicker with each passing second, her fingers looked less like the dainty digits of yesterday and more like sausages, thick and plump and...and…
“No, no, no, no!”
She pushed the images out of her head, but they came back with a vengeance, forcing pictures of how they would feel between her legs. Gloria gritted her teeth, pressing her hands to the side of her head. She was a chaste girl, not one of the wanton street ladies that wandered the cheap places. She was...she was…
“Nnngh!”
More pain and discomfort as her leg distorted. The bite at her calf had swollen, spread, stretched as her leg got longer and longer, and a sudden burst left her kicking the wall. Her poor foot felt bruised, almost broken, but it was her leg that caught her attention.
Black from the knee down and white along her inner thigh, the leg had turned from a dainty woman’s to something much thicker and heavier. It was...it was still rounded, in the right places, but it was no longer something thin, something that could be dangled for a potential husband. It was meaty, muscular, and...and so…
[i]Smooth,[/i] she realized. She reached down to touch it before she could stop herself, and shocked herself at the sheer sensitivity. It was like, like lightning, the shock of it. And it was still spreading.
Her hips widened as it rose up and around, and she felt her rear end growing, ballooning out against her undergarments. She felt them ripping behind her, tried to reach back -
Too late. They shredded even as she laid hands on them, the silk falling to the crude wooden boards below. Gloria gasped as she felt the night air blowing past her privates, and scooted back from the window…
And felt the moonlight glimmer off of her sex.
It was like a fire had been lit inside of her. Her eyes went wide at the sudden burst of juices, sensitivity, and smoothness down there. White flesh paler than anything ever seen spread across her sex, almost like it was opening her up, leaving her capable of taking bigger things, like her hand rather than -
“Nnnnnno...no….nnnnnnnn…”
She was reduced to mindless noise, whimpering as a thick tail pushed out of the back of her spine, forcing the remnants of her dress up that much further. It ached so much to sit on it, and she was forced to roll over.
The process made it even worse, feeling her tail curling down over her much-grown rump, feeling it settle over her legs. Legs that were even now growing to match each other. She lowered her head onto her hands, and it wasn’t nearly as long a trip as it should have been; she could see her face stretching forward, fat and beak-like, pushing towards her much bigger hands and filling them as she cried.
Other parts of her were ‘crying’, as well, as she felt her sex dripping down her legs. She wanted to crawl away from the moonlight, to get away from the fire it continued to build in her, but there was nothing she could do. She hurt too much to move, and she felt too good to try.
She cried out again as she felt a sudden rip running down both of her arms and on her back. It left her gasping, and as she turned her head, she saw why.
[i]Fins,[/i] she realized, seeing them pushing out of the back of her arms, long and thick like the ones on the creature that had bitten her. On her back, she could feel a similar one billowing out, pushing out of her spine like a knife to cut through the water…
She whimpered, trying to push herself to her feet…
[i]My feet….[/i] She looked down at them from her much-greater height, her head forced down by the roof of the hut now. They had already changed color, pitch black on the top with a white color like her sex on the underside, but they were getting bigger, and bigger. Her toes stretched out from her heel, expanding the sheer length of her feet. They got longer, thicker, not just by a matter of inches, but by more than a foot to support her greater girth.
As they kept growing, she looked down at her hands, bigger than dinner plates. Even with their new growth, they weren’t big enough to hide the...the…
She coughed and cried as she tried anyway, covering her chest. Even with her best efforts, her breasts had grown so much bigger, expanding past her grip no matter how she settled them on her chest.
And worse...worse…
As the blowhole began to grow in the back of her neck, it was almost like it let in the outside world, pulling in thoughts that were not even hers. She cried as she felt the invading ideas slam into her head like the creature had wanted to slam his cock into her -
“AH!”
She fell to her knees, her massive tail and frame making the whole hut shake from it. Everything burned. Everything hurt. Everything…
Everything felt so sensitive...The open air...the warm night...it burned her sensitive skin. It needed something to protect it...something to sooth it...something that would make her feel so much better…
Out the window, the water beckoned...and she took it.
Her last breath of air as even a partial human passed through her blowhole as she jumped out the window, and as she fell into the sea, a new pair of arms were waiting to greet her. Black and white, just like her own, only much thicker…
Gloria couldn’t fight. She couldn’t even think as she was drawn away from the island in the arms of a male. Perhaps even the one that had turned her. It didn’t matter. She was in the water, and she didn’t burn anymore…
But she still ached...and he could sooth it…
Her thoughts faded, replaced by one instinct that had to be soothed before anything else, and she guided his hands to where they needed to be….
[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]