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A Stormy Vacation

By Cimmaron Spirit

Commission for Giza White Mage

WARNING: This story contains: wolf, shark, transformation, nudity, muscle growth, macro growth, no yiff, and more. If you aren't interested, or would rather find something with some actual naughty times in it, then go look through the rest of my gallery. Otherwise, enjoy!

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"Oh, a new arrival huh? Man, haven't seen a new face on this island in so long.

"Why's that? Well, as you may have noticed, the weather and storms can get very intense here. Usually thanks to the Goddess that controls the water in these parts.

"Hmm? You hadn't heard the story? The story of how the Goddess came to be, eh? How this little town, a village on the edge of paradise, turned into a center of worship to the most powerful being on the planet?

"Well pull up a chair, and I'll get another bottle of rum. It's a long story, and not at all like the ones you heard from Her followers. For none of them actually know the full story. All they do know is the myths that surrounded Her, which are now considered fact more than legend.

"But the story starts a couple of years ago, about half a mile off the coast..."

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Stormy lay on the surfboard, slowly paddling her way through the rising swells and rolling waves. The grey wolf, with two small dark blue marks under her eyes, reached deeper and deeper into the warm salt water of the Caribbean Sea, before turning around and standing up, in time to catch a wave that would be taking her back to shore.

With expert moves honed over years of practice that wasn't clearly apparent from her normal height of a rather short five feet, four inches, Stormy easily gilded her way through the cresting wave, gliding over the rolling water walls and through the barrel of the wave, easily gliding through the side before the wave broke and crashed to the ocean.

Stormy, a grin on her face, then laid back on the board to paddle her way back through the ocean to find another crest to ride.

For most of the afternoon, Stormy continued surfing through the turquoise blue waters, enjoying the first of many long days she planned to enjoy here on Las Tortugas. While she had traveled the world, surfing everywhere from the Gold Coast of Australia to Mavericks in California, she always felt the waves were the best here on Las Tortugas, so she found herself returning time after time, to this overlooked small island in the middle of paradise.

As the sun finally began heading for the horizon, Stormy decided to surf one more wave, then call it a day. Her arms were getting tired, and despite the water's temperature being warmer than many places, even now it was starting to chill her body, even through the neoprene wetsuit that clung to her body.

As the wave, the biggest she had seen all day, finally started to take her along, Stormy rose to her feet to ride through the barrel...

Then the ocean, so friendly and calm, suddenly decided that they were done playing nice.

The wave collapsed on Stormy sooner than she expected, and soon she was underwater, her surfboard being washed from under her feet, and the wolf was now underwater.

She quickly looked around, trying to get her bearings, before quickly swimming upwards, breaking the surface of the water and gasping for air.

"Okay, very funny," Stormy growled, panting and coughing. "Decided to wait till the end of the day to dunk me huh?"

Stormy looked around, trying to figure out where she was. The shore was actually surprisingly close, but it looked different than she expected. Maybe it was just the light of a slowly setting sun that was playing tricks on her eyes. But she also saw her blue and white surfboard, haphazardly bobbing in the ocean toward the same beach.

Her course thus set, the wolf, arms and legs tired as they were, began to swim for the shore, helped along by the waves and tide, an apology by the ocean for ending her first day on Las Tortugas this way.

Stormy finally hit the sand a few minutes after her surfboard did, and after a few staggering steps to get out of the crashing surf to retrieve it, she fell on the beach, panting, breathing hard.

"Okay... been a while," Stormy groaned. "Going to have to take it easier tomorrow."

After a half hour of relaxing, on the quiet beach, feeling the strength return to her limbs and the still warm sun drying her fur and wetsuit, Stormy finally stood up, picked up the board, and turned around.

And gasped.

"Holy shit," she exclaimed. In front of her, was a half buried, half wrecked sailing ship.

She blinked, confirming that what she saw was actually true. She walked toward the vessel, confused and intrigued.

"I never saw this here before," she said, leaning her surfboard onto the side of the ship.

Stormy wasn't exactly nautically minded, so she wouldn't have been able to place the time period or the history. The ship laid on its side, the masts were long gone, and most of the hull had long since been eaten away by rot and the crashing waves. But it was also partially submerged, and it was the lower half, the starboard side of the ship, that looked to be the best preserved thanks to being under the water so long. The wolf could even see some of the carefully carved and gilded sections of the rear of the ship that had lasted this long.

Her curiosity getting the better of her, Stormy began to climb through the ruined ship, carefully looking around, amazed by this find.

Clearly it had ended up on this beach hundreds of years ago. But unlike many such ships, she could still see cannons, cannonballs, pewter dishes, leather boots and lots of casks and crates. It seemed strange, because most ships like this would have been torn apart, their cargo looted long ago by settlers on the island.

Stormy managed to sneak into some of the lower holds, the clear water only disturbed by her swimming moving the silt and sand.

And then she saw a chest, just under the water.

Stormy ducked up into the small area of the hold that was above water to refill her lungs, before diving back down to the chest.

Surprisingly, there was no padlock. And when she pulled on the lid, the hinges weren't rusted, and she was able to lift it up.

Inside, there was nothing, but a silver amulet, with a blue crystal shimmering inside.

Stormy reached down and picked it up, before swimming back up to get air again. Then, with the little bit of sunlight that was shining through the holes of the hull, Stormy swam and climbed her way out of the ship, and to the beach where her surfboard was.

"Now, what are you?" Stormy asked, looking at the amulet she had in her hand. It was fancy, with beautifully intricate designs in the silver, and with a similar metal chain, and the blue gem seemed to sparkle and shine in the late afternoon sun. "Pretty fancy... I'm really surprised no one found you before this."

She placed the chain around her neck, letting the amulet hang against her chest. "Well, that looks nice. I'll have to look into it later. And mention the boat to someone in town."

Stormy took the surfboard in her arms, and began to long walk back to town.

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The next few days on Las Tortugas were pretty much the same as the previous days. A light breakfast, followed by a few hours of surfing, then a lunch on the beach from whatever stands were around, then another afternoon of surfing, before finally calling it a day, heading to the bar and enjoying the music and atmosphere of the friendly locals. The pendant was around her neck almost all the time now, which got the attention of a few locals who asked where she found it. Stormy wasn't sure yet about revealing where the shipwreck was, so she just said she had brought it along with her. But it was so light and durable, that even when she was surfing it posed little to no issue for her.

It was about day four that Stormy's routine began to change. She hadn't noticed it at first, but that was the day when she noticed that her quiet vacation spot was getting a bit noisy. More people were showing up by the day. By the end of the week, the beach was nearly full, with sunbathers, volleyball, and hundreds of other people all along the white sand. There were lineups for nearly everything, from the hotel breakfast to one of the few porta potties near the beach.

There were a lot of young people, few older than 30. College students out for the summer and trust fund kids blowing their money on holidays. Soon the hotel she was staying at, a modest and comfortable place that she had been coming too for years, but which she was sure was never full, was now thronging with people.

And the waves. Where before she was maybe one of the only people who would be surfing, now there were dozens of people with surfboards and wetsuits hitting the waves.

"What the hell?" Stormy wondered, as the bar that evening was crowded with partiers and drinkers. "Where the hell did everyone come from?"

The barkeep, finishing up a cocktail and sliding it down the bar, heard Stormy. The pangolin, who had been serving Stormy for years, gave a weary smile, before pouring her a whisky on the rocks.

"Turns out some news reporter was here a few weeks ago, and told the whole world about this place. You arrived just before the big wave of tourists."

"Oh, that's good news," Stormy said. "This place always felt like a secret to the world.

"Well, yeah, sure," the pangolin said. "But it was rather... sudden. Hotels are all booked, people are opening up their homes on those internet sharing sites, and yet, more and more people are always showing up." The barkeep shook his head. "And it's a bunch of young kids with more money than sense. The hospital is already seeing a lot more cases of injuries, most from drunks and accidents. Sure, the money is nice, and it's going to be our best year ever, but, you know..."

Soon the barkeep was called away, to give some girl her fruity cocktail and cheap beer for her boyfriend, leaving Stormy alone.

Another half hour of drinking and listening to the music being cranked up louder and louder, with the chatting, partying and dancing of the increasingly inebriated patrons quickly overwhelming even Stormy's patience, and finally the wolf left for her hotel.

Stormy had her room for a solid month, having gathered up all her vacation days for years to splurge all at once. But now her quiet surfing holiday was turning into an overcrowded nightmare. The loud shouting and yelling seemed to follow her as drunk people began returning to their rooms, and then more partying and dancing in their rooms, followed by the thumping of beds against the thick walls.

The wolf got no sleep that night, tossing and turning, pushing the pillow against her ears to try to block out the noise but failing miserably. When the sun finally rose and entered her window, Stormy finally gave up on sleep. Even though the partying had now finally died down, she was too much a creature of habit to allow herself to sleep in, even on a vacation.

Stormy rolled out of bed and to the bathroom, grumbling and snarling under her breath as she took a shower. But she began to feel... off. Like everything was just not where it should be. The shampoo bottle seemed to be on the wrong shelf, and the bar of soap felt a bit small in her hands.

"God damnit," Stormy growled, as the bar of soap slipped from her hand the third time that morning. "What the hell is wrong with me?"

But finally she got out of the shower, and dried off, she walked to her suitcase, and pulled out a t-shirt and shorts. But these formally comfortable pieces of clothing now felt tight and uncomfortable: the hem of her shirt reached up to high over her belly, and the length on the shorts didn't seem to go low enough.

"Okay, what the hell?" Stormy muttered, tugging down on the clothes that now couldn't fit over her short frame. "The last time I checked, puberty was years ago."

After fifteen more minutes of struggle, she threw her hands up in the air. "God damnit!" she snarled, before she finally gave up, flopped on the bed, and grabbed the remote, turning on to some old movie channel, hoping that maybe she could force herself to sleep.

The mindless B-movie did a bit to soften her mood: some old 70s flick about a giant monster terrorizing a small coastal village.

"I bet they don't have to deal with vacationing drunks," Stormy muttered as the rubber monster dragged away one of the disposable side characters. "Maybe that's what this town needs, to get it back to normal?"

However, the horror movie didn't exactly do its job of lulling Stormy to sleep, or the campy action movie that followed. Finally, almost lunch time, Stormy resigned herself to getting lunch, and then maybe going for a swim afterwards. Maybe even to go explore that shipwreck again.

Her mind thus made up, Stormy prepared herself: pulling on her wetsuit (which felt a little bit tighter than normal, but she pushed that out of her mind), along with a waterproof flashlight and other supplies, and then some clothes overtop. She left the surfboard in her room for today.

As she was about to walk out the door, she paused just long enough to the amulet from the bed to put around her neck.

It took a couple hours of walking and swimming until she found the old boat again, half buried and half sunk like before. Stormy found the hole in the hull she had first slipped into, and now with a flashlight, she was going to explore as much of the ship as she could. Maybe there would be some more treasures to find?

The next few hours were sent exploring, both underwater and just above it, to see what all she could find. Unfortunately, there were few other chests or barrels, and most of them were empty. She found a few gold doubloons and pieces of eight, but otherwise there was little more inside the ship. Maybe it had been scavenged years ago, and all that was left was the scraps that the original explorers had overlooked.

Stormy wasn't surprised, though she was disappointed at the lack of loot to find.

However, the whole time she was swimming and exploring the wreck, something began to naggle at her. For one thing: she seemed to be able to stay underwater longer than what was possible: she wasn't finding herself constantly going to the surface to get more air in her lungs.

And second, she felt stronger, faster, more nimble under the water, even as her wetsuit felt tighter and tighter over her body.

After another half hour of scouring the wreck, Stormy finally decided the tight neoprene was getting to be too much for her, so she swam out of the hull, and back to the beach, the few Spanish coins carefully held in her hand the whole time.

"Well, that was fun," Stormy murmured, looking at the half dozen coins in her hands. She'd have to find a coin collector to see what they were worth, or else they would be nice momentos of this trip.

But now that she was back on the beach in the sunlight, she could see that her wetsuit was now ripping and tearing, allowing grey fur to show through all over her body.

"Oh great," Stormy grumbled, looking at the holes that were all over her suit. None exposed anything to risque, but it was clear that this wetsuit had seen it's last days of use. "Must have caught on nails or something."

She sighed, and began to make her way back to the town. There must have been someone there that could make a new wetsuit, since there were a lot of swimmers on the island.

The one thing she didn't notice was the blue gem on the silver amulet around her neck glowing brightly.

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Another sleepless night ensued, much to her growing anger and frustration. As soon as the sun was up, Stormy left her room (slamming the door in a petty moment of revenge, hopefully to make a few hungover assholes regret it), and headed to the beach.

She was right in that there was a guy that sold wetsuits in Las Tortugas, though he was running a bit low on stock thanks to the wave of tourists that were invading the island. However, he was able to find a new wetsuit, in Stormy's size.

The thing though was that her size was different than she had expected. When he took the measurements, she was now 5'8", a full four inches taller than what she should have been.

She did her best to not be surprised when the guy getting the suit said so, but her mind was trying to comprehend why she was suddenly that much taller. But that would explain why her clothes were so tight now.

Now at an average height and with a new wetsuit, Stormy took her surfboard to the beach, to get some surfing in before the party goers hogged it all.

But even half tired and grouchy at the lack of sleep, she seemed to be surfing even better than ever. Soon the wolfess was grinning, hooting and hollering as she rode bigger and bigger waves, her tiredness forgotten. She felt like the queen of the ocean.

Until she realized that more people were hitting the beach, and soon there were dozens of other people all around her.

"Heeeey good looking!" one lion in particular called to Stormy. "Nice moves there."

"Err, thanks," Stormy replied, a bit uncomfortable at the young man's introduction.

"But that ain't nothing compared to what I can do," the lion smirked.

"Oh yeah?" Stormy replied, her anger coming through.

"Hell yeah! I've been surfing since I was barely old enough to stand. So stand back and watch the master at work."

Stormy narrowed her eyes, growling. She'd most likely been surfing longer than he was alive, and he had the gall to say he was better?

Oh, it's on now.

She quickly began to paddle after him. Maybe it was time to show off her own moves.

For the next few hours, the lion and the wolf began a contest of showmanship and moves, and, much to Stormy chagrin, the lion wasn't totally full of hot air, but was able to do a lot of moves that could rival pro surfers.

Each time he pulled a stunt, Stormy would go and replicate it, or go one better. Then he would match her, and push the bar higher.

"Well, you are pretty good too," the lion said with a grin, before glancing out to sea, and noticing a rather large swell forming. "But I'm gonna show you I'm better than anyone!"

Stormy growled. "Like fuck you are! I'm the best surfer here!"

The lion laughed, and paddled out for the wave, one of the biggest ones that Stormy had ever seen.

She should have known it was dangerous. But her pride and anger and tiredness was clouding her judgement, and she quickly followed him.

But within minutes of riding the wave, Stormy realized it was too much. Even the cocky lion in front of her was struggling to keep his balance and composure on the massive wave.

Then he wiped out, crashing into the wall of water. Stormy, swerving to avoid him, also wiped out, and found herself under the water.

The wolf opened her eyes, panicking. This wave was huge. She could be a long way underwater right now. She had twenty seconds or so. She tried to orient herself, to find the right way up, and then she struck in that direction.

Only to realize just as quickly that it was the wrong way: she was swimming deeper into the ocean!

Stormy gasped, swallowing in a mouthful of salty water...

But she also suddenly had fresh air in her lungs.

Stormy was confused. She should be drowning right now, not breathing!

But another cautious inhale, and her lungs filled with fresh oxygen, even as her mouth filled with salty water.

Was... was she breathing under water?

She looked around, to see multitudes of fish swimming all around, all different sizes and colors. The sea bed was maybe a couple hundred feet below her now, yet she was able to keep floating in that one spot.

Then her eyes caught the bright blue glow, of the amulet around her neck, now gently hovering just in front of her.

Is... is that it? Is that amulet protecting me? Stormy thought, looking at the blue glow.

She could feel her wetsuit, which she had owned less than 24 hours, begin to tear and rip again. This time, it was muscles, as well as more height. Everything was bigger: her arms, her legs, her thighs, even her boobs and her hips were larger. The neoprene was not designed to stretch like that, and soon she was in rags, barely covered in any sort of decency.

What the hell is happening to me? Stormy wondered. It must be the amulet!

But after the long moment under the water, Stormy saw the sunlight filtering through the water. She quickly paddled upwards, and breached the water's surface, spitting out the water in her mouth.

"Holy shit!" the lion, clutching his surfboard, panted. "I... I thought you were a goner!"

"Uh... no... no... I'm fine," Stormy said. "I... wow. I dunno what happened there."

"Well, neither do I," the lion said, climbing back onto the surfboard, and turning back to the beach. "But I think we can say we are tied, right?"

"Yeah. Sure." Stormy replied, as the lion, still with the cocky grin, began to paddle back to shore.

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Stormy snuck her way back into the hotel and her room, as the wetsuit was barely holding together at this point, and the last thing she needed was to be leered at by a bunch of honry college boys.

Because by now, instead of a diminutive, overlooked 5'4" with an averagely normal body, or even the surprisingly 5'8" that Stormy had been the night before, she was now an Amazonian princess: over six feet tall, with the muscles of a bodybuilder model, and a buxom figure that would make anyone turn their head: guys to lewdly admire, girls to jealousy desire.

"What the hell is happening to me?" Stormy muttered to herself, as she pushed open the door for her room, and slammed it shut and locked it.

She stood in the middle of the room, confused and unable to answer the question. Stormy looked down at the much longer tail that now looked more like a shark's than her old grey wolf tail. Stormy lifted her newly lengthened and changed appendage, feeling the nerve endings as she touched her tail go through her body, a soft and gentle feeling. But she also felt and noticed that the flesh under her fur felt different, like fish scales now. And it wasn't just the tail: as she checked and felt all over her body, she could feel that strange, slick flesh all over her body. Her stomach where she could feel the start of six pack abs, her thick thighs bulging with power, her arms that now rose like rolling hills when she flexed, and even up at her neck and face. But at the neck, she also felt several small slits. She turned to the mirror, and gasped as she realized they were gills: normally hidden under the fur, they must have been what allowed her to breath under water. She didn't even realize she had them until now.

Stormy stepped back from the mirror, eyes wide, confused, struggling to comprehend all the changes.

Then she saw the blue gem, surrounded in silver, around her neck.

She picked up the pendant, staring at the blue gem in the center. It shimmered and shone, like the ocean, dancing like waves crashing against a rocky shore.

"You are doing this to me, aren't you?" Stormy said, pulling it off her head to get a better look at it. "Making me taller, more muscular, and somehow able to breathe underwater? Why?"

She started at the jewelry, but the beautifully worked silver refused to break under the interrogation.

After a long moment, Stormy sighed, took the amulet off and set it back on the nightstand, then went to get herself a glass of water. The plastic cup that came with the room now felt rather tiny in her hand, but she turned the tap anyway, letting the water cool for a moment before filling her glass.

Stormy picked it up, but as she did, she noticed the water in the glass started to behave a bit strange. The wolf couldn't explain what it was and she looked at it for a long moment. It looked... still? Like it was frozen, or stuck in place. Cautiously, she turned the cup to pour the water into the sink. But the water stayed in the glass, defying all the laws of gravity and physics.

"What the hell now?" Stormy asked, holding the glass upside down over the sink. Yet not a drop fell out. Even when she shook it, the water refused to budge.

Curiously, she then lifted the cup up, only to have the water that was inside stay in place, even maintaining the ridges in the plastic cup without the mold to hold it in place.

As if she was on a spaceship, the water hung in the middle of the air. Poking it with a claw made the water jiggle and bounce, but otherwise refused to move away from its current position, even reforming.

"Okay, that is weird," Stormy said, before cupping a hand and moving the water to the side, still hovering mid-air. She brought up her other hand and moved it back to its original place.

But then when she brought up her first hand again, this time the ball of water moved on it's own, even when her hand was several inches away. She froze. Then she pulled the hand back, and it followed.

"Holy shit," Stormy whispered, as she moved her hand back and forth, making the suspended liquid continue dancing back and forth. She spread her fingers, making it stretch outwards. When she closed them, it contracted again. "This is fucking amazing!"

She then lowered the water down toward the sink, and with a flick of her wrist, the spell was broken, and the water splashed into the sink and drained away.

"Okay, can I control water now?" Stormy asked herself, before turning to the shower, turning it on and letting it run, stripping out of the remains of her wetsuit.

As she stepped in, she could see the water stopping half an inch from her fur, and falling to the porcelain below. Not a drop of water landed on her, even as she stepped full into the shower. Even the bottom of her feet refused to allow water to touch it, every molecule of H2O moving out of the way as she stepped around the shower.

"Holy crap, this is amazing!" Stormy said, her eyes wide in surprise and glee at the thought of being able to control one of the fundamental forces of nature. She lifted her hand up, every drop of water that fell from the showerhead now hovering just above the bottom of the bathtub. The pounding sound of water on the tub was replaced with the soft trickle of drops landing on itself, as a small pool of water was formed, several inches above the floor, and still avoiding her whole body.

With a grin, she let it all go, and soon she was blasted with the full force of the water on her body, and she let out a maniacal laugh as the drain sucked all the water away, the warm shower washing away all the tiredness and worries that had bothered her for the past few days, leaving behind an anger and resentment, that could only be solved one way.

But first, Stormy needed to really find out what she can do, and what limits she had.

The shower turned off, and the curtain ripped down and fashioned into a makeshift clothes, resembling a tanktop and a skirt. As the sun went down, Stormy left her hotel room again, this time to head back to the sailing ship, and the quiet waters around it.

She glanced at her hand, with the amulet clutched inside, and grinned.

Soon, very soon, she was going to get her revenge on the assholes that showed up to ruin her vacation.

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The party on the beach never really ended. Ever since the first group of partiers came a couple weeks ago, there has been a constant stream of guys in trunks and girls in bikinis coming and going. Maybe late at night the bonfires would smolder to nothing, and during the day everyone would enjoy some swimming, surfing or sunbathing, but there were always a handful of people hanging out, drinking, playing loud music, making out, and just generally enjoying themselves, even though that usually meant annoying the locals who would rather not have a bunch of rowdy young people drinking and partying all over and those that would like to have a quiet evening for once.

Las Tortugas turned out to be the best vacation most of these kids ever had. The combination of cheap booze, cheap accommodation, and cheap airfare, plus the gloriously beautiful weather and the warm waters of the sea and the big waves for the daring surfers, made this a vacation to long remember.

The fact that no one had ever been here before seemed like a crime: how could the inhabitants of the island not want to open this peaceful place up to the whole world? How jealous of them! To keep this all to themselves, and not relish the chance to sell their knicknacks to culturally ignorant tourists or give the alcohol to easily inebriated, loud, and sometimes violent adults that were at least a few months past being declared adults, and maybe not even having the right to drink where they came from for several years yet.

So the never-ending party began to pick up as the sun began to go down, as old driftwood was piled on the beaches to get the fires burning again, and the bottles of beer and tequila began to be emptied once again, the dancing and singing picked up, and the flirting and making out started all over again.

And into it strolled Stormy, a smirk on her face.

But this was a different Stormy: for one thing, she had to be the tallest person on the beach at nearly eight feet tall: even the college basketball stars still had to look up to see Stormy's face. She strutted around, in a bikini that seemed perfectly fitted for her rather impressive assets, which every girl on the beach could only dream of having. Her muscles were defined, though not massive, but she was strong enough to rival even the biggest jocks on the beach. And around her neck, a large silver amulet with a blue gemstone in the middle that shimmered and shone with an otherworldly glow.

She strolled through the crowd carrying a surfboard that was even bigger than she was, a bright blue and sea green board. Many of those that walked by were intimidated and awestruck, while some guys catcalling and shouting lewd thoughts at her, the girls embarrassed, nervous, or envious of this Amazon goddess that walked in.

Finally, she found her prey, the mouthy lion from a few days again, chatting up with a bunny gal next to one of the fires.

"I showed this one lady the other day how awesome I was at surfing. And she was all like 'Wow, you are so awesome! I wish I could learn from you and get better!'"

Stormy stepped up behind him, and smirked as the bunny's colour drained from her face, and her words failed to leave her mouth as shock set in.

"Hey babe, what's wrong?" the lion asked his fling, before he realized there was a presence behind him. He nervously turned his head around, and then up, to see Stormy standing there.

"Well, I see you are mis-remembering our little... thing the other day," Stormy replied, her voice having dropped an octave or two with her growth spurt. "I think we were pretty equal, until that wave wiped you out."

"I... uh... I..." the lion stammered. "I was... uh..."

Stormy bent down, until she was nearly eye level with him. "How about going once more, eh? Prove it to your girl here that you really are the best, huh?"

The lion, his bravado and stories having caught up to him, swallowed deep. "It's... uhh... kinda late... how about tomo-"

"NOW."

The command shook the lion to the core, and he meekly nodded, and ran up the beach to grab a surfboard, before meeting Stormy at the edge of the beach. There was a crowd gathering as well, to see this showdown to resolve a rivalry that they didn't even know existed until five minutes ago. But it was something new and exciting, and soon people were cheering on both of them.

"Alright, let's do this," the lion said, sucking in his nervousness to display his bravado to all the others on the beach.

Stormy smirked, and dived into the water with her board, and began paddling out into the waves.

The lion struggled to keep up, and soon Stormy was several lengths ahead of him. She was easily gliding through the water like she was a dolphin or a shark, slicing through waves and going further and further out to sea.

Eventually the lion found a wave that seemed pretty big, and he jumped off the board and on to ride the wave, sailing through the barrel and making a few stunts before the wave came crashing down, the lion easily gliding up to the beach and sliding to a stop, earning a chorus of cheers and hollars.

But there was no sight of the giant wolf. Wave after wave came up, each one seemingly bigger than the one before.

Without the wolf returning through after several long moments, people started to lose interest, and began to filter back to the fire. Someone went to go call the local coast guard, to see if they could find the wolf since she seemed to have vanished.

Few noticed, and fewer cared, about the dark clouds that were forming off the coast in the direction that Stormy went, as the sun finally settled on the horizon. The weather was forecasted to be clear and calm for days, without even a chance of rain for at least another week.

Most of the people at the party were ignoring it, either out of drunken ignorance, or the misguided belief that it was just a small squall that would soon go away.

But then the rain started, the small drops soon turning into sheets of rain, battling against the fires that had been set up on the beach to provide light and warmth. But soon enough the rain won out, and the flames were quenched and the smoke dissipated, even the smoldering embers extinguished to prevent another fire from being lit here anytime soon.

There was a flash of lightning, and a crack of thunder, as the storm hit the island in full force.

The lion, content with his surfing skills, went back to brag to the shaken bunny gal that he had enjoyed a few nights with here.

Then there was a cry and scream.

The lion and everyone else turned around, and gasped.

The wolf was coming back, amongst a wave that dwarfed everything. But even the largest tsunami couldn't have matched her own, striding forward with the waves at her command.

And she was massive. A giant. A monster.

Stormy now had to be well over a hundred feet tall, easily twenty times her previous size. Her grey fur, now fully exposed without any scrap of cloth (or simulated) to cover her perfect body, seemed to have been replaced fully by the shark like skin and scales, even though she still had a canine muzzle and ears and digitigrade legs. A large fin the size of a sailing ship's sail now reached from her neck down her back.

The only thing she wore was the silver amulet with the blue gem, having grown in size with her so that the gem alone would have been the size of a boulder.

She flashed a grin, showing off a mouth full of razor sharp teeth capable of devouring hundreds, if not thousands of fish in a moment, and churning them into food to feed the half wolf, half shark monster.

Stormy was now the apex predator of the ocean, illuminated by lightning as she showed off her might and power.

She let out a booming laugh that made glass windows rattle and shake across all of Las Tortugas, and sent many of those on the beach running for their lives as the wave came in closer and closer.

"So, how do you like it now, huh?" Stormy bellowed. "A new arrival on the island, destroying the peace and tranquility of those that were here before?"

The crowds of young tourists were too terrified, or too drunk, to make sense of what was happening, running for the shelter of the sea wall at the edge of the beach as the wave rolled in, washing away chairs and the burnt wood and hundreds of beer bottles along with anyone caught in the wave.

The cozy bar on the beach, where Stormy had spent many an evening relaxing and unwinding for years was right in the path of the storm. The pangolin bartender and the few patrons inside, newbies and old timers alike, were unaware of the cataclysm that was coming until Stormy's voice boomed over the island. They only had moments to scream, duck for cover, and hope for a quick end...

But the water went right over him.

The bar was in a cocoon of water: it rushed above and around him, but not a single drop touched the bar.

The pangolin, not drenched in water or struggling for his life, looked up, and gasped, along with the others in the bar... or at least the island's regular inhabitants: all the college kids and tourists, somehow, had been scooped up and sucked out into the tidal wave.

One of the old timers began to cross himself, murmuring a prayer in Spanish as the detritus of the ocean easily washed over them.

"You were not welcome here," Stormy boomed as she casually strolled through the water under her command, her voice echoing across the island. "This place was peaceful and beautiful before you came to pollute it!"

From above, it would have been an astonishing sight: hundreds of people being washed away in a massive wave of water, but even though they flailed and splashed, they weren't being sucked into the wave and drowned: it was like they were being escorted, bounced out of a club by one of the most plentiful forces of nature.

The water was now cascading into the town, rushing down the streets in a massive flood. But to the surprise of everyone, none of the buildings were washed away into rubble. In fact, only a few doors were burst open, only in the stores and houses where the tourists were sheltering, just long enough to catch them in the water and pull them out, leaving any citizen of Las Tortugas alone.

The hotels were similarly smashed into: almost all of the rooms were flooded, picking up the kids, their booze, their clothes and everything else, and washing them out.

The tidal wave continued through the rest of Las Tortugas, until finally it reached the airport, a small local one that would reach some of the larger islands with the international flights. Here, the wave finally crested and splashed down, all of the unwanted tourists dumped, their possessions all scattered across the field.

The water began to recede, but Stormy, now standing over the masses of drunk hooligans that had interrupted her holiday, had some business to finish first.

"I command you all: leave this place. And never, ever come back!" Stormy boomed. "You will only come here if the people here want it. And not a minute sooner!"

The masses of young college and trust fund kids, soaked, battered, and scared shitless, all fled into the airport terminal.

Stormy knew well it would take several days to get them all out of here, by ferry or plane, but she didn't care.

Her point had been made.

She turned around, walking back to the beach, and allowing herself to shrink down, and the thunderstorm cleared away.

By the time Stormy touched the sand again, she was back to her normal, diminutive 5'4", and returned to her wolf shaped body: gone were the fins and tail... for now. She could, and would, resume that shape if she needed too.

She summoned some of the water on the beach up and around her. and she stepped into the bar, the pangolin still trying to comprehend what the hell just happened.

"Whiskey please," Stormy said as she sat on the stool.

The barkeep, terrified out of his mind that an all powerful monster was now sitting in front of him, shakily poured a glass for her, and then another for himself, downing the whole thing in a moment.

She glanced back at everyone else, who continued to stare at her in a mixture of fear and thankfulness.

Stormy smiled, flashing a sharky grin. "At least the rest of the summer will be nice, right?"

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"And that is how Stormy became the Goddess of the Sea, the most powerful being to ever live," the old equine sailor said, chugging down the rest of the bottle of rum, then letting out a sigh and a hiccup. "Haven't been able to put to sea in all that time. Why, I bet I've lost me sealegs!"

The feline in the white robe stared at the horse. "Cimmaron, cut the crap. You know very well you could leave any time you wanted."

The horse's ears laid back. "Now, how did you-"

"I've seen that pocket watch before. Hundreds of times," the feline said, pointing to the golden time-keeping device which was also capable of opening portals through time and space. "And I know you don't drink, and those rum bottles are filled with water. So drop the drunk sailor act."

The sailor grumbled, tore off the fake white beard and mustache, and sat up straight. "Fine, Giza. Though I should say you are a couple of years late on payment."

"You are a couple years early in transforming Stormy!" Giza retorted.

"Well sorry that the ship I had to sink back when the Spanish were still colonizing the Caribbean and fighting off English pirates was found a few years before you wanted to!" Cimmaron grumbled, then held out his hand. "Now hand it over."

Giza rolled his eyes, reached into his robes, and pulled out a magical artifact, a small stone idol with glowing red and blue eyes, and handed it over to Cimmaron.

"Thank you," Cim said, grabbing his pocket watch and opening a portal, before tossing the artifact inside with a crash, then closed the inter-dimensional hole. "Now, how many more times do you want me to turn Stormy into a monster before you're satisfied?"

"Cim," Giza said, standing up and laying a hand on the wannabe sailor's shoulder. "We are going to be doing this for many, many lifetimes to come."