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Tritonia's Secret by Zmeydros (edited by Tiliquain and Journeymanic)

The surface of the ocean was as still as a sheet of glass, but it wouldn't stay that way for long. Dark clouds towered in the west and below them was the impenetrable blanket of grey that accompanied heavy rain.

Moving to the back of the atmospheric diving suit that housed Tritonia's processors, I typed. "Any response from Alphonse?"

"He's approaching from the south." She replied.

After glancing at the compass rose on the amber and black display, I turned to face southward. On the horizon was a white and red speck. "I see him!"

"Should I warn him about your changed appearance?" Tritonia asked.

Looking down at my bare breasts which were now covered in pristine white shark hide, I grimaced as I realized that I was still breathing through my gills. Alphonse wasn't going to have any idea what I was or what to do with me. Warning him ahead of time by telling him the whole story would lead to him thinking it was an elaborate joke. No warning was a bad idea, too.

I typed in, "Send this to Alphonse: I look different from when you last saw me. It's hard to explain, but try not to freak out when you see me, okay?"

When our ship was close enough to be about the size of a marble, he replied, "Listen Percy, you shouldn't be ashamed of your all natural piranha nose job."

I rolled my eyes and then sent back, "Piranhas live in fresh water! And, it's not just a nose job, my whole body is way different. I doubt you'll recognize me, I don't need a diving suit anymore."

"Sure, you don't...You're more of a jester than me today. XD"

His reply made me shake my head in frustration. Boy, was he in for a surprise when I climbed onto the boat. Any panic he experienced would serve him right! Wait, I was nude...First thing I had to do when I climbed on the ship was grab the nearest thing that I could hide my crotch with. Otherwise, I'd die of embarrassment.

It wasn't a huge boat, but it was a full-fledged research vessel over two hundred feet long with a couple decks that stood above the main deck. The hull was an eye-searing bright red while everything above it was stark white. The ship was mostly computer controlled allowing Alphonse to operate it all on his own.

As the boat pulled up, I couldn't stop blushing at the thought of my balls and slit getting discovered. I grabbed the ladder and climbed up only to realize my lungs were full of water and I now needed to breathe air. I was basically recovering from drowning. The more water I coughed up, the more my lungs burned for air. A wave of dizzy exhaustion caused me to lose my grip on the ladder.

I managed to catch the ladder just before I tumbled backwards. After another fit of coughing and nearly blacking out, I took in my first lungful of air.

In that moment, I felt insanely alive. There was enough adrenaline in my body to make all my muscles twitchy and, once I caught my breath, climbing up the ladder felt effortless.

I was in the aft of the ship right next to the crane that lifted the diving suit. Alphonse's curly hair was peeking out over the top of a stack of green crates. Shit! He was going to come around the corner and see me any second now. Looking around me, I spotted a life preserver and a bright yellow watertight toolbox sitting against the side of the control panel for the crane. The life preserver was too far away for me to grab it quickly, so I lunged toward the tool box and picked it up. Holding it in front of my crotch, I turned in Alphonse's direction.

My breath froze in my chest as he came around the crates.

He shrieked, "SHARK! SHARK ON MY BOAT!" and ran away.

"Wait! Alpha, it's me, Persephone!" I called after him, stepping carefully around the crates while hoping he wasn't going to chase me with a harpoon gun.

After he leapt into the diving equipment room he peeked out through a crack in the door. His eyes dipped to my chest for a brief second. "A shark with breasts? W-what?"

"Not so scary now, am I?" I smiled.

"Nightmare teeth!" He closed the door and locked it behind him.

"Hey! They're not as sharp as they look!" I yelled, feeling insulted.

"Said the big bad wolf to Red Riding Hood," he pouted.

"Stop being a little kid! Come out of there and help me find some clothes."

"Stop being a shark, and I will!" he retorted.

"I can't! This is how my body is now." I laid my head against the white-painted metal door. Was it going to be this hard with everyone I met from now on? Had I gone from hottie to hideous? Fuck, now I kinda wanted to cry.

After a brief pause, he asked, "You--you're really Persephone?"

"Yes!" The tool box was starting to feel heavy and I didn't want to have to keep holding it in front of my crotch. "Remember the time we slept on the beach in Santa Monica and some homeless guy put a blanket over us when it got cold?"

"Everyone knows that story," he said. "How about this, what did the homeless guy order when we took him out for breakfast?"

"Do you even remember that? I don't." I replied. "Oh! But I do know he was an electrical engineer from Armenia who was bipolar and got fucked over by a seedy startup."

"You promise you won't eat me if I open the door?" he asked.

I sighed and then said, "I promise."

The door clanked and I stepped back to give Alphonse room to open it. When he came out, he put ten feet between us and examined me while trying not to stare at my breasts. "Huh, when I'm not terrified, you actually look kinda hot."

Damn it! That compliment was all it took for me to start getting wet again. A rush of excitement was touching every part of me. I'd never done anything with Alphonse, but my body wanted to change that ASAP. On the other hand, the idea of Alphonse seeing my male equipment made me want to dive right back into the ocean. I couldn't imagine him, or anyone, being into it. Especially when it was so bizarre. Who was ready for two prehensile pricks? I covered my chest with my free arm and blushed deeply. "You really think so?"

He nodded and smiled. "You're even more gorgeous than before."

I balked. "First you run from me and now you're hitting on me?"

Holding his sunburnt hands in front of himself, he blushed. "Hey! A man can compliment a lady without hitting on her."

I frowned melodramatically. "Aww, so you weren't hitting on me?"

"No, I was..." He narrowed eyes. "Now you're just messing with me."

Grinning I said, "Yep!"

After rolling his eyes, he said, "You gotta find some clothes and I gotta get the diving suit on the ship so we can get to harbor before the storm hits. And, on the way, you're going to tell me how you went all shark and stuff."

"Sounds good," I said. Maybe I'd find clothes fast enough that I could get in some good self-fucking while Alphonse was distracted.

The first thing I did was look in the diving equipment room. Scuba equipment and wetsuits weren't gonna cut it and the only clothes I found were two sizes too small. I'd gotten a bit bigger, which wasn't going to make things easy. I could deal with baggy clothes, but clothes that were too small, that was a recipe for revealing my bulge. Setting down the toolbox, I grabbed the orange T-shirt that didn't fit and took a strap that had a buckle on it and strung it through the arm holes of the T-shirt so that I could wear it as a loincloth. The wide nylon strap made a pretty good belt and the T-shirt covered exactly what it needed to so I could walk around more freely.

My breasts and ass would have to remain exposed for now. The tips of my erections came out of their slit, maybe covering up was counter to my goals. Maybe I wanted to sit atop Alphonse and ride his thin wiry frame until he came inside me. Reaching under my balls, I stroked my fingers over my slick needy nook. Damn! I needed to get off.

Making the excuse to myself that I just needed to rinse the seawater off, I rushed below deck to the crew quarters and stepped into the mint green bathroom with a an intermittently-flickering lamp. Of the two bathrooms, it had the nicest shower.

My reflection stopped me in my tracks before I could even make it to the shower. I pulled off my makeshift loincloth and adored every inch of my body in the mirror.

Wow, my breasts were pert and my balls were just short of being too big. The pristine white of my front gave way to tan shark skin with gorgeous brown splotches. Turning around, I lifted my tail and looked at my feminine wilds. The outer lips were plump and the red of the inner ones were very inviting. They were getting glossier by the second as my body begged for sexual relief. I was smoking hot!

I hopped in the shower and, for the first time in my life, I didn't mind the cold water that came out before it warmed up. Rinsing off was easy and I was done in just over a minute. But I wasn't going to stop there. I finally had some private time. As my erections poked out of their slit, I encouraged them with both hands. My gasps echoed loudly in the confines of this tiny bathroom.

Once my twin phalluses were half deployed, a klaxon trumpeted over the entire ship and I stumbled out of the shower with my hands over my pointy fan-like ears. I then dried off hurriedly and put my loincloth back on before going topside. I recognized this klaxon from somewhere other than this ship and was trying to place it as I dodged scientific equipment in the hallway and then went up the main stairway to the bridge.

Once I got to the bridge, I recognized the alarm sound, it was the default klaxon from Stargate SG-1. It made sense, Alphonse was the biggest Stargate fan I'd ever met.

He was holding the satellite phone he'd rigged to make the ship-wide SG-1 klaxon. I'd missed most of the conversation, so all I heard him say was, "We'll just have to make harbor before they get to us, then. Thanks, bye." He set down the phone before putting his head in his hands and yelling, "SHIT FUCK! SHITTY SHIT FUCK!!" while stomping his feet.

I waited a few seconds for him to calm down before asking, "Who's coming for us?"

He was still holding his head. "My contact says that two stealth ships are on their way to apprehend us." Letting go of his head and snapping himself out of shock, he said, "We gotta get the suit tied down ASAP so we can high tail it out of here."

I spun around, got on the ladder that went up to the bridge from the main deck, and then slid down. The breeze caught my loincloth and I had to hold it down as I walked towards the aft. Alphonse was right behind me, and when we got up to the suit, we set about grabbing the straps and securing it.

As we were finishing, Alphonse said, "If we're lucky, we'll get off this ship before they can apprehend us. Mr. Castile is waiting with a team of men to get the treasure off the moment we get there."

"Good, as far as I'm concerned, he's on his own once we get there."

He nodded. "I'd rather die than be stuffed in a cell for the rest of my life."

"I think you went into the wrong line of business." I laughed.

"Oh, shut up."

"High risk! High pay! Zero boredom!" I cheered. It was our mantra whenever things got rough.

"High risk! High pay! Jailed for life!" he cheered back before running toward the bridge.

While Alphonse got us up to max speed, I updated Tritonia on our situation using the keyboard and screen on the back of the ADS 3000.

She replied with, "Is there no way I can convince you to let yourself be caught? As I've said before, the organization that made me will chase you for the rest of your life. Also, you cannot hide your appearance. There are less than five thousand human/animal hybrids in the entire world and you are a very unique example. The procedure that saved you is experimental and I'd feel better if you stay so that Kirkii can examine you."

"Look, I've been on the run for over a decade and I have no plans to be caught this time. Besides, being locked up for the rest of my life would be bad for my physical and mental health."

There was a pause. "P, please reconsider. To have the highest chance of survival, you must be examined post procedure."

"Sorry, Tritonia. It's against my nature to turn myself in." I frowned, having no idea how to say goodbye to her, possibly forever. Words came to me slowly, but eventually I wrote out, "You're an amazing person. Thank you for saving my life. I promise I'll make good use of the extra time. Goodbye." The corners of my eyes were moist as I walked away from the suit.

Alphonse and I knew Tritonia would be a risk from day one, but we also knew we couldn't do the scepter job without her. A lot of the information she had on us, a lot of the conversations we had around her, were to give her false information that would make finding us harder. I felt bad about it, but it also made it so we didn't have to wipe her after the job. That seemed very unethical in her case.

The best lead Tritonia could give them was images or video she'd captured after I transformed. Being out in public was going to be very complicated, dressing like a cloaked figure from a fantasy film was going to be my new style. Also, I'd definitely be using the money from this job to buy myself some privacy.

As I was heading down to the quarters, the ship decelerated fast enough that I fell sideways and hit my shoulder on a wall. Over the intercom, Alphonse said, "Grab your pistol and get up here! They're blocking us from entering port!"

I had no idea what our pistols would do against military ships, but I went into my quarters and grabbed my Smith and Wesson 929 revolver. Great, I had a gun and was wearing a loincloth...I was going to face down the military as Florida Woman.

The moment I was on deck, I saw Alphonse behind a crate pointing his Glock at a dark grey angular ship three times the size of ours. There was a slight curve to the inward-leaning sides it that helped it not look like antiquated computer graphics. A second ship off to our starboard side shared its look, but wasn't as wide. That one had way more guns on it. Everything was shrouded to prevent radar from bouncing back. On the deck of the ship directly ahead of us were several Marines with rifles.

Some of them were surprised to see a half-naked shark babe. A female marine with long hair that was tied back was talking to a broad-shouldered one and gesturing toward me. The red and yellow of their uniforms made them stand out like sore thumbs against the cloudy sky. Blue accents on the pockets of their uniforms increased the garishness twofold. These were their show of force colors, not their tactical colors. America had lost its fashion sense, right along with its mind, when I got into middle school. They were at a range where our pistols were all but useless. I could barely make out details. Hovering twenty feet away was a small quadcopter drone pointing an array of cameras at us. It didn't look armed, but I had no way of knowing for sure.

When he saw me, Alphonse yelled, "We can't let them capture us!" and looked down the sight of his gun trying to line up one of the Marines. I quickly got behind the same crate as Alphonse.

"What the hell, Alphonse?!" I hollered.

"Drop your weapons!" An authoritative female voice came from the LRAD they had pointed at us. I knew those things could project sound over a long distance, but I'd never thought they'd be so freaking loud. My ears hurt.

I tossed my weapon down on the deck, but Alphonse was still clutching his. Glaring at him, I said, "You heard her! We're no match for them!"

At first, I was glad, because he pulled his gun down, but then he put the gun to his temple. "When we signed up for this, I didn't know the fucking Navy was going to come after us. I'm not going to spend my life in a military prison!"

"No! Alphonse! Don't do it!" I begged trying to get to him before he could pull the trigger.

He backed away leaving the cover of the crates to stop me from grabbing his gun. Tears were falling from his cheeks as his whole arm shook. My chest was seizing up from all the tension. It was a fight to breathe.

"Hey, I know it's scary, but Tritonia likes us. I doubt she'd be too cooperative if they treated us too badly." I had no idea if it made any sense, but it sounded good.

He was crying harder now. I couldn't read him, but his arm was shaking less. I'd seen Alphonse like this before. It took a hell of a lot to overwhelm him, but he'd scared me a couple times. What scared me even more was that his position on being captured made sense to the doubting part of myself. The part that thought I should do the same, that being in a military prison would be worse than death.

"Just give me the gun, okay?" As I reached toward him so he could hand the gun to me, something felt its way along the deck at lightning speed reaching toward him. I yelled, "Behind you!"

He must have thought I was trying to trick him because his finger tightened on the trigger while he said, "I'm sorry." There was a bang from his gun going off as a tentacle grabbed him around his knees and pulled him off the deck.

As I screamed bloody murder at the sudden gunshot and the prospect of Alphonse being eaten by the Navy's pet giant squid, a tentacle wrapped around my legs and pulled me off the ship. This resulted in more screaming on my part.

I was feeling very exposed, the strap for my makeshift loincloth had come undone. Naked and in the arms of a giant squid? This wasn't as hot as I'd imagined it would be. No, it was fucking terrifying.

As I struggled underwater, another tentacle grabbed me around the torso and pinned my arms to my sides. I was squid food. I was going to be a snack. I should have known this job was too risky. I should have expected this.

A shiver ran up from my toes to the tips of my ears. Was Alphonse dead? Was he drowning? Where was he? I felt sick, like my heart was going to explode, and then I felt like all of this was happening to someone else. Like I was watching someone play a video game where I was the main character. Everything was moving so slowly. My heart was burning, well, someone's heart was burning.

Just when I'd resigned myself to a death straight out of a comic book, I noticed I was being lifted toward the surface.

Wasn't the squid's mouth down, not up? As I wondered about this, my head popped back through the surface of the ocean. I took in breaths thankful that I hadn't been forced to undergo the hassle of switching to water breathing only to die. I'd heard giant squid had chitin on their tentacles that would cut into the things they grabbed, but this squid's tentacles weren't injuring me at all. That meant I could struggle all I wanted! As I tried to get free the end of the tentacle holding my torso looped around me a second time. I hadn't been eaten yet, but I wasn't getting free anytime soon.

Alphonse's frustrated yell as he tried to free himself got me to look behind me. Seeing him alive, I cried tears of joy.

The out of body feeling continued as I was lifted out of the water and placed on the deck of the stealth ship. Alphonse was plopped down right next to me.

He leapt at me hugging me tight. "I'm so glad you're alive! I thought we were going to be dinner."

Hugging him back, I said, "Same here." Not caring that I had an audience, I held Alphonse against my bare front. I'd almost lost him.

A tall strong blonde-haired woman with khaki-colored skin in a cyan and dark blue uniform cleared her throat. "Attention!" she said in a heavy Dutch accent.

As we let go of each other, Alphonse noticed my balls and slit. His eyes went wide and he blushed even darker than I did as he said, "Y-you have--"

"Eyes front!" the woman commanded.

After I covered my privates with my hands, we both turned to face the woman in charge.

"You two have stolen top secret technology belonging to the Pan-Oceanic Safety Congress. There will be no trial. If you engage in any form of subterfuge, you will be executed. You are alive now because I deem it better than the alternative. You do not want me to change my mind. Understood?"

We both nodded. The gaggle of marines she commanded took covert glances at my crotch even though my hands were still guarding my decency.

"Understood?" She said louder.

"Yes!" we both barked out.

"Good! You may call me Charlemagne and I will be chatting with the two of you soon." She put on a smile so pleasant that it was fighting with the imposing air of authority carried by her square-chinned face. Turning toward a marine with a crew cut and a wide, distinguished dark mustache who was off to my left side, she said, "Jake, please escort our guests to their holding cell."

"Yes ma'am!" said Jake.

Behind him was a female marine wearing a red beret with yellow edging to match her uniform. Coming out from under the beret was a long braid of auburn hair. To her, Charlemagne said, "Pepper, please assist Jake."

"Will do, ma'am," she said as she walked up to us. She took off her beret and handed it to me. "Here, to cover up your--"

"Thanks!" I said as I used Pepper's beret as intended.

Her hair was thick and her braid looked fantastic. Around her biceps and thighs, her uniform was a bit tight hinting at her buff physique. Under different circumstances, I would have totally hit on her. As it was, I just enjoyed walking behind her while Alphonse and the male Marine followed.

Charlemagne called after us, "Please find them some clothes and get them a hot meal as well."

"Yes ma'am," the two Marines said in unison.

We barely went a hundred yards before we descended a staircase that went under the upper deck. Then we were in an internal submarine bay! The sub was nearly as long as the ship and was made in a similar angular style. The dark grey hull was pristine except for a smattering of tiny portholes. The Marine's boots clanked on the metal walkway that led to the sub as I fought my desire to try and escape. There was nowhere to run and our captors looked very sharp. I doubted I'd get to throw a punch before there was a bullet in me.

Pepper slid down the ladder going into the submarine and then looked up from below. "Okay, climb down."

Realizing I couldn't climb down holding the beret, I pulled it away from my groin and said, "Can I toss this down to you?"

"Yes. And I'm afraid I have to keep my eyes on you. I apologize for any embarrassment." She looked sincere.

Jake said, "Don't apologize to them. What makes you think they deserve our respect?"

Pepper yelled back, "Can it, Jake."

He sighed as I dropped Pepper's beret down through the hatch.

After she caught it, I climbed down the ladder with my tail between my legs. Thankfully, Pepper didn't comment on what she saw and just handed me the beret while blushing profusely. Even though I was embarrassed by the idea of her having seen my love box, I hoped she liked what she saw because I needed all the good will I could get. Her attractiveness and demeanor were nice distractions from the fact I was a military prisoner.

When Alphonse got to the bottom of the ladder, he said, "Why are we even getting on this submarine? What are you guys going to do with us?"

As Jake hopped off the ladder, he said, "We have no fucking clue. So, shut up and keep moving." He pushed me toward Pepper who had already started walking. The interior of the submarine had pipes, bulkheads and narrow passageways, but even though it was industrial, everything had been done with an eye for detail. The pipes were color coded red, yellow, orange, green and light blue. The shades complemented each other nicely. The walls were painted a soft, reassuring grey, while the doors were painted a handsome shade of bronze. The linear LED lighting fixtures further added to the space-age feel. If I hadn't known better, I would have thought we were on the set of a hit new sci-fi show.

We passed through two bulkheads before the woman stopped and used a keycard and keypad to unlock a heavy metal door. Once she had it open, she said, "After you."

Stepping inside, I saw three bunks built into the right-hand wall. Opposite them was a microwave, a coffeemaker, a mini fridge, and a sink. Stepping to my left so others could come in, I entered a nook that had two green-vinyl-covered benches facing each other, and a table that folded down so it could be an eating area. Cabinets and storage spaces adorned the walls, but they all had a little bar beside them and symbols indicating that they were all in the "locked" position.

Pepper said, "Stand against the walls, please."

We did so and Jake watched us as she went into the restroom. There, she used her keycard to open a cabinet next to the shower. She pulled out a towel set for each of us and set them on the sink before closing the cabinet and locking it. I didn't fully understand how the room worked, but it seemed to be in some sort of lockdown mode. If I had my equipment, I would have been able to try and circumvent the security, but that stuff was on the ship we'd stolen and there wasn't anything I could use in this locked down room.

As Pepper walked back into the living space, she asked, "What would you two like to eat? Today, there's salisbury steak--"

"Let's just get them chicken nuggets and fries and be done with it!" Jake said. "We can't treat these prisoners like they're going on vacation."

"Watch the door, will you?" she said.

"You watch the door!" Jake retorted.

"This could be their last meal, Jake. Would you want to have chicken nuggets for your last meal?" Her jaw was set and it looked like she was ready to punch Jake right in the chin.

He muttered "bitch" under his breath as he turned and walked away.

"What was that?" she said.

"Nothing!" he replied.

"That's what I thought." She put on a smile for us as she said, "You'll have to excuse him, sticking his head up his ass is part of his morning routine."

Jake scoffed.

Pepper paid him no mind and then gave us a run down of the few items that were available in the mess that day.

"I'll have a Big Mac, fries, and some coffee," Alphonse said. "You know, comfort food for my last meal."

Pepper laughed. "I'm pretty sure you'll live to see another day as long as you do what Cheryl asks and don't try to escape."

I tilted my head, "Cheryl?"

"Charlemagne's nickname," Pepper replied.

Alphonse puffed out some air in an effort to calm himself. "Good to know, I guess?"

"I'll have chicken nuggets, fries, and Sprite," I said sheepishly. Pepper didn't know me that well, chicken nuggets and fries were my perfect last meal. No worries about them being unhealthy or made out of unrecognizable plant and animal bits. They tasted good, and that's all I cared about in this moment.

"Someone other than Jake will be back with your meals and I'll come back with some clothes for both of you," Pepper said as she exited the room.

Jake closed the door.

The moment the door was secured, Alphonse said, "So, do you think we're going to be locked up for the rest of our lives? Like, she said there'd be no trial."

"I haven't a clue, but I'm hoping Charlemagne, Cheryl, whatever, has some use for us. That there's some reason she didn't just have that squid murder us." I sighed. "Not that I have any idea what reasonable expectations are in this situation."

"Think about it from my perspective. I'm talking to a shark girl."

"That's nothing, I *am* a shark girl!" I laughed more nervously than I intended.

He glanced at my crotch. "Well, more than a girl."

Just knowing he knew made me feel very shy. "Sorry."

"It's nothing to be sorry for. Still think the new you is hot." He winked. "If you don't mind me saying so, that is."

"I don't mind. It's nice to know that I've still got it." My sexual desire was as strong as ever despite the circumstances and I wanted to keep it in check, so I changed the subject. "Just to make sure I wasn't imagining things, did you get grabbed off the ship by a giant squid?"

"A kraken? Yeah." He looked at the floor and shook his head. "That was some crazy shit."

"That crazy shit saved your life," I added.

"It had to be at least somewhat intelligent and trained. Or maybe it was another AI like Tritonia? Or it was a remote controlled robot squid?" Crossing his arms, he started to shiver.

"I have no idea what it was, but you should get out of those clothes and take a shower before your lips turn blue," I said.

"Yeah, I hope she gets back with clothes soon."

"Me too! I'm getting sick of holding this beret in front of my--" I couldn't say it aloud.

"I've already seen it, Percy. You can relax." He smiled. "I promise I won't stare if you just set the beret aside."

I set the beret on the counter of the kitchenette and, true to his word, he didn't stare. He just walked toward the shower saying, "When I get out of the shower, I need you to tell me how you got like this."

"Actually, can I rinse off quick?"

"Sure!" He stepped aside.

The bathroom was made entirely out of stainless steel and light from the strip of LEDs in the ceiling was bouncing off of everything.

I forced myself not to look in the mirror knowing I might end up stuck in there for far longer than I intended. As I rinsed off, despite my best efforts, I got hard and wet. It took every bit of willpower I had to get out of the shower and dry off without playing with myself.

When I exited the restroom, Alphonse walked past me while averting his eyes, which was good because the tips of my pricks were poking out of their slit.

The moment he locked the bathroom door, I let out a shuddering sigh and inches of my lengths slid out. I had to control my breath to keep the moans down. The slit they came out of, and the area inside me that stored them was extremely sensitive and my shafts exiting it felt way too good. Rolling my hips, I shoved my pulsing twins inside me. I had no idea what I'd do about the mess, but I couldn't wait any longer. At this rate, I'd cum long before Alphonse got out of the shower.

Leaning against the wall, I gasped and undulated. The sheer amount of pleasure was dizzying. I was thrusting, stretching myself open, twisting and untwisting my lengths. My breaths kept catching in my throat. I lost track of the world around me and thundered toward orgasm.

Then, when my whole abdomen was tingling and prepared to blow, I heard the heavy door mechanism clunk. I jumped and cried out in surprise as stumbled toward the beret. I managed to grab it and hold it in front of my bits just as the door swung open.

"You okay?" Pepper asked.

"Yep, fine, totally fine," I lied. My body was still trying to cum, right there, in front of her.

Pepper tossed a red duffel bag onto the bottom bunk and unzipped it. "I'll cut a hole for your tail once we see which pair of pants fits you best."

Pulling out the sets of clothes, I bent far forward so I could hide the fact I was extracting my dicks from my desperate tunnel.

"Persephone?" Pepper looked at me with concern.

Begging myself not to cum in front of her took up so much of my mental resources that I didn't realize what I was holding in my hands until there'd been a very long and awkward pause.

"Sailor uniforms?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Look, it's all I could find on short notice. Again, I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to keep my eyes on you. Turning your back on a prisoner is a rookie mistake I'd get in trouble for if it turned sour." She sighed. "I hope you understand."

I turned around because I didn't mind her seeing my ass nearly as much as I minded her seeing my front. My pricks weren't fully back inside me yet.

Stepping into the first pair of pants, I pulled them up as far as I could, with my tail in the way, and found they were a bit tight in the thighs and crotch. The second pair I tried on was slightly baggy, which was ideal.

Pepper destroyed the back seam with her knife saying, "This should work for now. If it tears more, ask Cheryl to have someone fix it up with some sewing magic. Jake and I are no help in that arena, I'm afraid."

"Did you happen to find any boxers or any undergarments?" I asked while looking back at her.

"No, I don't think you'd want hand-me-downs."

"True."

Handing me the crudely modified pants, she said, "See if this works."

My tail fit through the hole perfectly and the top from the same set was a bit big in the shoulders, but was otherwise good. The curve of my breasts stretched it only slightly. I was glad I was pert enough that I no longer needed a bra because I doubted I'd have one anytime soon.

Pepper handed me a sailor's hat and smirked as she said, "You may as well go for the full look."

I put the hat on only to find my fan-like ears were in the way of it going down all the way. It still sat pretty well on my head, however.

Alphonse laughed from the doorway of the bathroom, his head sticking out to see what we were up to.

The price of Pepper's professional discipline was her swallowing her laughter three times.

"A shark in a sailor uniform...now I've seen everything," Alphonse quipped.

Pepper burst out laughing so hard that she doubled over. Her laughter broke the tension of our situation so nicely that I laughed with her, feeling truly relaxed for the first time since we'd been captured. We were in good hands.

After we recovered, Pepper handed Alphonse the two uniforms I wasn't wearing. I was pretty sure his wiry frame would fit into the first one I'd tried on.

Pepper backed up toward the door and said, "Your food is on the way. If you need anything, just use the intercom next to the door."

"Will do," I said.

Jake shut and locked the door after she stepped out.

Our food arrived right after Alphonse was also dressed as a sailor. The uniforms were the traditional white and navy blue, which was both good and bad. Good because I hated the garish red and yellow of the new uniforms, bad because anything we spilled on the uniforms would be as obvious as a python on a plate of spaghetti.

None of that mattered, though. I wasn't going to wear a sailor uniform unless it was Halloween, and I doubted I'd be celebrating Halloween out in public anytime soon.

The food was no better than what you'd find at half-competent high school McDonald's cafeteria. Mass produced food always took a quality hit, one reason why I avoided it. The exceptions to this rule were places I treasured. And thinking about that was all it took for the depression about my incarceration to hit me full force. Talking to Alphonse about our situation got both of us grieving for our old lives even though we'd only just lost them. When we were finally off that subject and talking about Stargate, Charlemagne entered the room.

In her right hand was a handle that was connected to a foot tall six-inch-wide cylinder made of bluish anodized aluminum. There were three camera lenses in a triangular configuration near the top. Aside from the disk-shaped speaker that had been affixed to the right side, I recognized the cylinder as Tritonia's core.

After Charlemagne hung Tritonia on a coat hook next to the door, she clapped her thick strong hands. "Do I have your full attention?"

We nodded.

"Good." She pointed at me. "Persephone, due to your unique status as a sea creature hybrid, you are now an NPSO. A Non-Prosaic Sentient Object."

"Non-Prosaic?" Alphonse tilted his head.

"Prosaic means mundane, everyday, expected. As far as the world is concerned, Persephone and Tritonia don't exist. My job is to keep it that way," Charlemagne explained.

"But there are other cases of human-animal hybrids and AI out there," I protested.

"None of the other people like you are able to survive being thousands of feet under water without protection, are as heavily hybridized, or underwent a top secret experimental process that took a matter of minutes instead of a matter of weeks. On top of that, hybrids are rare to begin with. " She gestured toward Tritonia. "She is not just an AI, she's a human-level AI that fully simulates a functioning brain. And that simulation is running on the world's first portable quantum computer."

Alphonse's jaw fell open, "Wow."

I was as surprised as him, but my mind was brimming with questions. "Why was she installed on the ADS 3000?"

"To control the procedure that was done to you," Charlemagne said.

"Why was the Kirkii protocol thing part of that suit?" I asked.

"The suit provided an isolated space in which to test the procedure," Tritonia said.

I started to ask another question, but Charlemagne held up her hand to quiet me. "We're getting off topic and Tritonia should know that all those details are heavily classified." She gave Tritonia a withering look.

"Apologies, Charlemagne, I just thought that since you brought me with you to address them and since Persephone is already--"

"You can stop right there. I technically shouldn't have even told them details about you. Until we have their signatures on the proper paperwork, we must tread very carefully."

"Understood," Tritonia said.

Charlemagne's commanding gaze trained in on me. "The Marines who saw you are under orders to keep you a secret from anyone who is unaware of your existence. And, as far as the outside world is concerned, you had a diving accident where you fell into Zucker trench and your body is unrecoverable."

"What?!" I jumped up off the couch.

"Alphonse is no different. Since he's seen you and this submarine and has intimate knowledge of the ADS 3000 including Tritonia, we'll report he died in the storm that's currently raging above us and his body washed out to sea."

"Hey! You can capture me and hold me, but please don't make my family suffer!" He was standing next to me, glaring at Charlemagne.

"What did you two expect to happen when you stole that suit?" She leaned one of her muscular shoulders against the wall. "Did you have any idea that technology like Tritonia existed beforehand?"

"N-no," I said wondering if we were supposed to respond to her question.

Tritonia said solemnly. "I couldn't warn either of you since you didn't open the suit before you had already stolen it."

"It's odd how much she cares for your well-being," Charlemagne said. "At first, I thought you'd done something to her to make her like you, but my techies say that you left her untouched."

I said, "We thought it would be unethical to alter her."

"Yeah, murder, basically," Alphonse added.

Charlemagne nodded. "You're very fortunate that you made that choice."

"Thank you again." Tritonia said.

Shrugging, I said, "There's no reason to thank us. We're thieves, not murderers."

"Going back to what I was saying earlier, you've lost your status as free citizens. It's now a security risk for either of you to leave our custody. But that poses a problem." She started to pace. My unit, the unit that handles maritime Non-Prosaics, has no facilities for prisoners and I can't risk you being held by other organizations that you might leak classified information to."

"So, you were saying you can't keep us and you can't let us go?" Alphonse prompted.

"Exactly, I'm half tempted to put you in cold storage and let future generations figure out what to do with you." She shook her head. "You know what? I don't have time to figure this out right now. I'm just going to bring you to Mori Base and we can sort it out there."

"Just to be sure, is killing us still on the table? Is now a good time for us to beg for our lives?" Alphonse asked.

"Please don't beg. Honestly, executing you is far too American of a solution for me. I'm going to try and find an alternative solution...later." Cheryl said. "Right now, I need to prepare this submarine for departure. Do you two have any questions before I go?"

"What was the deal with the squid that attacked us?" I asked.

"What squid?" Cheryl gave me a blank expression.

"What squid? You have to be kidding me. It was bigger than our ship and--"

Ignoring me, Cheryl addressed Tritonia. "Can I trust you to not blab about the squid until they have the proper clearance?"

"Yes, but before you go, I have one more pressing issue," Tritonia said a bit more sternly than I was used to.

Tritonia's tone got Cheryl's full attention. "And what is that?"

"Persephone needs to be examined by Kirkii as soon as possible." Tritonia's tone reminded me of the way people spoke when they knew they were about to get into an argument.

"It'll have to wait until they have the proper clearance, if we decide to give them clearance at all. You'll have to make do with your own observations for now." Charlemagne didn't sound like she was going to budge.

"I'm not as qualified as Doctor Kirkii."

"It'll have to do." Cheryl said. "Is that all?"

"No, on multiple occasions, your obsession with doing things by the book has caused complications that jeopardized our mission. How would you feel if Persephone has serious complications due to something preventable?" Tritonia had never sounded this emotional. Her calm smooth voice had taken on some very human tone shifts.

"What would happen to the world if people find out about you and Kirkii?" Cheryl said. "On top of that, without background checks, we don't know whether they're Russian spies or just talented thieves."

"Russian spies? Are you even remotely serious about that assertion?" It sounded like Tritonia was mocking Cheryl. Just how often did these two people fight?

"Last time I checked, the Russians weren't part of POSC and were working to collect every NPO for themselves. Did they join up while I wasn't looking?" Cheryl was looking a bit red.

"You were the one that told me protocol can never be made to fully encompass all situations. Waiting weeks before Kirkii examines P is an unnecessary risk based on unfounded paranoia." If Tritonia had arms to cross, she'd be doing that now.

"This discussion is over," Charlemagne walked up to the door. "I'm going to get the sub ready. Enjoy your pet humans." She unlocked the door and stepped out before locking it behind her.

Looking at Tritonia, I said, "I'm so confused. Why does seeing Kirkii require clearance? He's just a geneticist, right?"

"She isn't just a geneticist. That's all I can say."

Alphonse recovered from cringing. He'd been looking like he wanted to hide from the fight between Tritonia and Cheryl. "Now I'm even more curious."

"We should change the subject," Tritonia said, sounding defeated.

"I figure we're going to chat to pass the time, so we might as well all sit in the little eating area. Alphonse, get the table ready while I grab Tritonia," I said as walked over and took Tritonia off the wall hook. She weighed over ten pounds, much heavier than a laptop.

Alphonse folded down the table and locked it in position by twisting an orange handle on the hinge that connected the table to the wall. Then we sat on opposite benches as I set Tritonia on the tabletop.

We started reminiscing about the time Alphonse and I had spent with Tritona while planning the heist. Then we started giving Tritonia real stories about our pasts and such to make up for the lies we'd told her to protect our identities. This made her incredibly happy. A half hour later, we were interrupted by a klaxon and Charlemagne's voice saying, "All hands prepare to dive to five hundred and sixty meters."

We talked for another ten minutes, after another single blast from the klaxon and a flash of red light, Charlemagne announced, "Diving in 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!"

The submarine tilted about twenty degrees and I caught Tritonia before she fell on her side. While the submarine was pitching downward, Alphonse and I slid across the benches until we were against the wall. We stared at each other wide-eyed.

Once it evened out, Tritonia said, "I take it neither of you have been in an operating submarine before?"

"Nope," I said. "That was quite a tilt."

"Yeah, I'm glad I wasn't trying to put on my socks when it happened," Alphonse chuckled.

I laughed. "That's a head injury waiting to happen."

"Thanks for catching me, P," Tritonia said.

"You're welcome!" I grinned.

We chatted for another hour while I tried and failed to keep my mind off of sex. Before I managed to get up the courage to leave the conversation and get some much needed alone time, before Charlemagne entered the room again. "Persephone, please come with me," Charlemagne said.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

She walked toward the door. "Kirkii's going to give you a checkup."

Tritonia said, "Oh! Thank you!"

"Before you go thinking you convinced me all on your own, Kirkii also feels strongly that Persephone needs to be examined." She opened the door. "After you, Persephone."

Pepper was standing at attention just outside. As I walked out the door, I gave her a smile and she smiled back.

As Charlemagne followed me out the door, Alphonse said, "Could I get a book or something? Boredom is gonna kill me, otherwise."

"Pepper, could you see to it that he gets something he can read or do to pass the time?" Charlemagne said, her massive frame making the narrow submarine hallway feel even smaller.

Pepper nodded, "Will do, ma'am."

"Thank you for staying on to help with the prisoners, by the way."

"You're welcome, ma'am." Pepper smiled.

Squeezing by me so I could follow her to the aft of the submarine, Charlemagne said, "This way."

After going through three bulkheads, the hallways got more industrial with more pipes and cables. They were still all color coded beautifully. We ended up in a square room full of wetsuits and diving equipment including the ADS 3000 suit.

Leading me to the airlock, Charlemagne hit a button on the intercom next to it and said, "Diver ready to disembark, full stop."

"Is Kirkii outside the sub?" I asked.

"She most definitely wouldn't fit inside the sub." Charlemagne chuckled.

"Is she like me? Has gills?" I asked. "Wait, she wouldn't fit in the sub? She's that big?"

"She does have gills, but she's quite different than you." Charlemagne grinned. "And, she's the largest person you'll ever meet, I'm quite sure."

"Is Kirkii a giant sea creature? A giant AI robot thing?" I felt like I was grasping at straws, now.

"Undress and then hop in the airlock and see for yourself."

"Undress?" I tilted my head.

"We don't have a wetsuit that would fit you, plus, you don't need one and it's a doctor's visit." She turned away from me. "I'll avert my eyes."

I pulled my clothes off and laid them on a bench in front of a cyan-colored locker. Then I walked into the airlock.

Charlemagne said, "Ready?"

"Yes, though I'm not looking forward to drowning again," I complained.

"I imagine that feels quite bizarre and that getting the water back out feels even worse," Charlemagne said.

"Yeah..." I sighed.

"Airlock cycling in three, two, one." On zero, she hit the big orange button and a heavy metal door slid shut before the chamber started filling with seawater.

Wanting to get it over with, I drowned myself when the chamber was half full to switch to water breathing. It wasn't as unpleasant as the first time, but it likely wasn't something I'd ever look forward to. When the outer doors finally opened, a few stray bubbles drifted upwards. In the distance, deep blue, cyan, and firefly yellow lights were circulating in turbulent patterns across some huge amorphous object. As I swam toward it using my webbed feet and hands, I was mesmerized its beauty.

Details popped out at me, large glowing eyes, ten tentacles, a long mantle...I screamed even though I was underwater and started swimming in the opposite direction, adrenaline powering my retreat.

It was a squid ten times my size. Likely the same squid that had grabbed me off the boat. Suddenly, I realized exactly what was going on and stopped fleeing: that squid had to be Kirkii. Tritonia asked for this meeting, so I was likely safe.

While I was paused wondering what to do next, Kirkii reached toward me with her two long feeding tentacles. My heart raced as I fought my instinct to flee.

Instead of grabbing me, the tentacles stopped just short of me and then the left one moved in front of my face, showing me its backside. A pattern of yellow lights on it resolved into the words, "Do not be afraid. I do not eat sentient life."

I looked away and then looked back at the tentacle to make sure I hadn't lost my mind. The text was still there. Then it started changing, the font was rounded, but quite legible. "You can communicate with me by drawing letters on my skin. Draw the word 'yes' if you understand."

With my hand shaking, I reached up with my right index finger and started writing. As my finger slid across the back of the tentacle, it left behind a trail of yellow light spelling "YES."

"You don't have to use ALL CAPS. It's like the textual version of yelling. Only use caps when you mean it, please," she replied.

This was officially weirder than being a hermaphroditic shark hybrid: I was getting talked down to by a giant squid about my use of capitalization. I laughed at the thought of it.

"I feel vibrations...Is that laughter? Have I amused you?"

"yes," I wrote in all lowercase.

"You can capitalize the first letter of a sentence," she said.

"I know," I wrote. "I'm just trolling you."

"We're going to get along splendidly. May I grab you and bring you closer to me for your checkup?" she asked.

I wasn't sure if she was being sarcastic about us getting along. "Yes." Writing out words was starting to feel normal already.

The tentacle pressed against my belly and then applied suction. My heart sped up again as my instincts told me to flee. I just kept taking even breaths through my gills and tried to stay calm.

Her eyes were bigger than soccer balls and she was easily as big as a school bus including her tentacles. I felt tiny compared to her. A few of her tentacles came near me holding various instruments. One had what looked like an ultrasound probe, one had a laser scanner, one had what looked like an injection gun, and the last one was a steampunk zapper thingy with modern LCD displays and LED lights on it.

Holding a tentacle in front of my face, she said, "Tritonia has said you can bioluminesce. Could you do that for me, please? I'll be able to work more quickly if I can see you more clearly."

I concentrated and splotches of firefly yellow started glowing all over my body in patches and dots while my front glowed in one big patch. My nipples were glowing cyan, which I still thought was insanely cool.

"Beautiful! Thanks! Just relax and I'll try to be quick," she said as she went to work.

I was prodded, poked, and positioned as every instrument went over me multiple times. The zappy thing was the only one I didn't like. It made my skin tingle with electricity the same way the suit had when it did its initialization flash. After Kirkii was done examining me, she started talking to me again. "You are in perfect health, though I want to do daily checkups for the next two weeks just to be sure."

I wrote, "That's great to hear! I mean, see!"

"Yes, I'm quite pleased. Though, I do have one concern," she said.

I raised an eyebrow. "Oh? I thought you said I was fine."

"It's not something that is necessarily a health issue, but could be a quality of life issue." She said, "Tritonia reports that you experienced a drastic increase in libido due to the procedure. I can prescribe something to lower your libido to a level that you find more comfortable if you'd like."

Blushing bright red, I said, "I'm not sure I dislike it yet."

"Then we can leave you the way you are for now and I can always prescribe something later. I completely understand you feeling the benefits outweigh the detriments," she said.

"I'll let you know if it starts bothering me," I said.

"The doctor at the base can give you a pelvic exam and such. My focus is in the genetic hybridization you experienced and any complications it may have caused. But I do have a concern about your sexual health. Are you experiencing the proper amount of sensation in your genitalia?"

Just having her mention my naughty bits made me warm down there. I had needed to get off for hours and here I was naked and in front of a tentacle monster. The longer this went on, the more I thought about all the hentai I'd watched. "It's all working fine as far as I can tell."

"And there's no numb spots on your genitals or elsewhere on your body, specifically in highly enervated places like your nipples, your fingertips, your tongue, etcetera?" she asked.

"Nope, no numb spots. In fact, I think things are more sensitive than ever, in a good way. I've felt amazing ever since I transformed. Really alive and healthy." I needed this appointment to end soon, my twin troublemakers wanted out. Now that the fear was gone, I wanted to be wrapped up in Kirkii's tentacles.

"That's wonderful to hear!" A pattern of chasing lights raced across the back of her tentacle, perhaps she was thinking about something. "Why aren't your heart rate and oxygen consumption going down? I am no longer prodding you with instruments. Is it a fear response?"

Since she seemed to enjoy my bluntness, I decided to see if she was like my old general practitioner. I could confide in him just about anything and he always seemed amused by it. Doctors had a very high TMI threshold, and I really liked that because I was often too embarrassed to talk to people about my body. "I haven't gotten off all day and my sensitive parts are starting to have a meltdown."

"Even with me here? Are you sure you're okay?" The lights moving across her tentacles and mantle were dashing even faster now.

The explanation that first popped into my mind was far too embarrassing to mention, but, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't come up with a better one on the spot.

"Persephone? Your heart rate is increasing again."

Kirkii was a freak like me, if there was anyone out there that would not be weirded out by my body, it would be her. I had two dicks, she had ten tentacles! If I didn't tell her what was up, my lengths coming out would give me away in no time. "I have a thing for tentacle monsters." It was the hardest, most intimate, thing I'd ever admitted and I felt like I'd made a huge mistake.

All her lights went out, then they pulsed in patches across her mantle before going down her tentacles. Had I deeply offended her? Did I crash her? "Sorry! You're not a monster!"

"I'm not offended, I watched a lot of hentai in college," she replied.

"You went to college?!?" My eyes were wide.

"Of course, it's how I learned genetics," she replied matter-of-factly. "I am astounded that I arouse you and I am deeply curious what you want to do about it."

I wanted to ask her more about her college days, but we could do that later, when I wasn't out of my mind horny. "Do you think Charlemagne would be angry at us if we had sex?" I asked. It was my only concern now.

"I can grab you and turn us away from the submarine." A pulse of light traveled from the tips of her tentacles up to her mantle. "You really want to have sex with me?"

"FUCK YES!" I wrote in big letters.

"Right now?!"

"YES!!!" I was barely keeping it together. I was shivering thinking about her grabbing me, fondling me...

"I shouldn't, but I have never had this opportunity before. There is nothing I am more curious about than what it's like to have sex with a fellow herm, a bioluminescent aquatic one, at that," she said.

"Fellow herm???"

"Yes, I have mating tentacles and the ability to lay eggs." She grabbed me with three tentacles, and then started turning us away from the submarine.

She'd left my writing hand free and the tentacle we were using to communicate was still in front of me. "That's amazing! Are you a hybrid of some sort? Like a heavily modified human or something?"

"No, I'm an uplifted giant squid, genetically modified to have human intelligence and multiple other enhancements," she explained. "Sorry, but I'm having trouble thinking about anything other than what we're about to do. I still cannot believe you want to engage in sexual play with me."

"Probably just like you, I watched waaay too much tentacle porn in college," I said.

"Hahahaaaa! You're so right!" she wrote back. "I so enjoy conversing with you. Your honesty is refreshing."

"I am terrible about talking about sexual stuff, unless I'm talking to a doctor," I laughed at myself.

"Oh dear, fucking you is probably a serious HIPAA violation," she quipped.

"I didn't sign a HIPAA form, so I guess I waived my rights," I said back, grinning ear to ear.

"Persephone, I now understand why Tritonia likes you so much." She moved her tentacles sensuously up my legs.

As I let my pricks out and sent moaning vibrations into the water surrounding me at the sensation, I wrote, "You said you were a herm? I'm pretty sure you don't have a pussy, so how is this going to work?" I asked.

The tentacles were now moving up my inner thighs. "You could press inside my siphon, but it's way too large for me to notice. How squid actually have sex is rather off-putting and my proximity to humans makes me less interested in that. I'll be quite satisfied doing things like this!" Each of my shafts got wrapped in a tentacle.

I made some sort of ultrasonic chirp as my glowing patches flashed. She pressed a tentacle inside me that felt different from the others, it was smoother and warmer. Bucking my hips wildly, I flailed in her grasp.

"Are you okay?"

"Please don't stop!" I wrote.

Another tentacle joined the first in entering me. It had to be her mating tentacles, they felt sexual, like they belonged in there. She pulled me up against her mantle as she played with my lengths making varying spiral shapes around them and teasing them with suckers. It was clear she had no idea what she was doing, but it didn't matter, I loved every second of it.

"Stretch me more with those mating tentacles!" I begged.

Pressing them deeper, she wound them tightly adding a glorious texture to her penetration. Sex with a tentacle monster was better than I'd ever dreamed! I grabbed a tentacle that was drifting near my head and put it in my mouth. Then I sucked on it, carefully protecting it from my teeth.

"Oooh! That's a neat sensation!" she said in disheveled text.

I clenched around her twin pricks and wrote, "Deeper!"

Her phalluses unwound partially and then pressed against the sides of my erotic place of worship making me feel like a nice thick prick was inside me. I nearly came on the spot. Then two of her tentacles found my breasts and she squeezed and pulled at them, clearly intrigued by their supple but firm texture. Her suckers on my nipples made me kick in her grasp.

"Oooh, you like that, don't you?" she said.

"Yes! Fuck!" I wrote.

Paying a lot of attention to my breasts, she continued to explore my body while teasing the limits of my ability to experience pleasure. She had me held firmly enough with suckers and windings of her limbs that I was able to thrust my pricks into her grasp. I felt like I was about to explode into a shower of ecstasy, but I still wanted more! "Put one in my back door!"

"I'm getting close!" she reported.

"Not till you put one more inside me! Please!"

As she penetrated my tailhole, I lost control. My prostate was getting hit from both sides, my body felt like a giant pocket of methane after someone had lit a match. I made creamy white patches on her mantle as my shafts showered her with their riches. My depths pulsed like the walls were made of sea swells.

"Persephone, I--WOW!" she said as her mating tentacles filled me with warmth in a volume I couldn't even hope to contain. Her organized light show devolved into static as undulations traveled up every one of her limbs. She squeezed me against her as we came, like I was a cherished toy.

I just stayed there and took every bit of orgasmic bliss she foisted upon me, cumming three times from the smooth wet rose between my legs. The masturbation I'd done earlier hadn't been one tenth this satisfying.

We drifted for a short while before her light show regained coherent patterns. It's around that time that she said, "Thank you."

"Anytime, sexy," I wrote in lazy warped letters.

"I wonder how I'm going to explain my light show to Charlemagne," she said. "I'm sure she noticed the part where I lost control."

"Tell her the truth, I doubt she'd believe you," I said.

"I don't tend to joke with her, I don't understand her straight-faced sarcasm."

"Then tell her that I told you a very funny joke. If I give the same story, I doubt she'll think twice about it."

"Let's try it." The words that appeared next rearranged themselves a couple times. I think she couldn't decide what to say next. "I'm going to enjoy our daily checkups."

"I'm going to need them. This is the most relaxed I've felt all day," I replied.

"Funny, most people find being completely immobilized by a giant squid to be the complete opposite."

"Well, I'm not most people."

"Of that, I am deeply glad." She gave me a friendly squeeze.

For most of the day, I'd been very concerned about being held in captivity. But now I had some hope that Alphonse and I would be okay. It seemed I was making the right friends. Friends that would be upset if Charlemagne decided to put us in cold storage, whatever that actually meant, or give us a horrendous military prison experience.

For most of my adult life, as much as tentacle porn aroused me, the actual thing terrified me. But now I'd had the best sex of my life with a giant squid and I wasn't terrified at all.

THE END

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