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The Deepking - The Open Sea

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Prologue

Despite its name, the open seas were quite restrictive especially when you are forced to hide and skulk beneath the waves. This was especially difficult for a large submersible that had once been touted as the largest oil tanker in human history while being accompanied by a pod of gigantic humanoid orcas. The Deepking would allow us to surface every now and then just to get some fresh air but those moments were brief as we would quickly have to retreat back into the depths to avoid being detected by the various ships, sea planes and satellites that were now in full force.

Even out in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, thousands of miles away from when we had first ascended into knighthood under our lord and master, we had to keep our presence well-hidden. Shipping lanes were densely populated and we had to duck and weave away from them to avoid detection. Military ships were especially problematic as their superior equipment could easily detect our small fleet.

Thankfully, the Deepking was wise and knew that the further we were from the shore, the less likely it was for us to be detected.

Wandering the halls of the Ocean King, my lord’s metallic frame, I was greeted by the sights of many of my brothers in arms working away to make sure we remained afloat and moving. This naturally took the form of some form of sexual gratification. The electricity spouting orcas that my dad had made were down in the generator room being pleasured by the tentacle-endowed orcas that Wes had created. The orcas with the dicks coming out of their mouths were fucking the orcas whose cum turned to steel, collecting the subsequent materials to either store or shape it to further improve parts of the Ocean King. Those orcas with the wings would swim between our flagship with supplies to the titans that swam beside the massive ship, storing them in those massive leviathan’s backs or even their mouths. Everyone else was using what materials we could spare to craft smaller ships beneath the waves to add to our growing fleet.

We were one single organism working together for the betterment of the Deepking.

Well… almost all of us.

I sat quietly in my personal chamber, a little room that the Deepking had assigned me on the day that we had embarked on our journey to the open seas. He had begged for patience. My turn would soon come and I was eager to finally be able to contribute to the pod. Recruitment had fallen on the wayside in favour of stealth but even then, everyone had their purposes. Dad was organising the supply lines between his giants and the flagship. Wesley was scouting ahead with some of his brood. Even Brock - the biggest of the original four - was doing his duty by running security and fucking where he could to provide us with metal or electricity.

The sex was great and I did my part but it just didn’t feel like I was actually doing anything for the Deepking. Compared to my dad or Wesley, I wasn’t bringing in new members or creating new orcas. Brock may be content with ploughing people and having them worship his huge muscles but me?

I had always been the kid adventurer just like dad had been before he became the adventuring scientist. Most of my achievements were tied with whatever my dad was doing but they were still my own. Once our plan was shot down by a rival group over the Amazon rain forest. Dad spent days looking for me only to find me having befriended a jaguar and her cubs. Those very same cats came to our rescue after we met the hostile adventurers again. That was my achievement and my contribution to the adventure.

But now…?

“You need not be so achievement-oriented, Bradley.”

The voice of my lord startled me and I looked up from where I sat, cross-legged in the lotus position - something I had learned to do while travelling through India. The Deepking stood a few feet away, the doorways having been adjusted to fit his enormous frame. He was smiling down at me benevolently, a god regarding his lost child and ready to provide guidance. Perhaps in anticipation of what was to come, my all-black cock began to fill with blood, rising to greet him.

“Milord,” I began, rising from my sitting position.

“It is finally time, my loyal knight.” He beckoned me to follow and as I rose, the ship began to shift towards the surface. “We finally have enough resources to start bringing other ships into our fleet.”

I quivered in excitement at the this thought. At long last, it was my turn to contribute; my turn to finally add to the growing pod. It would be different from how Wesley gave us a crew and how dad gave us the means to repair the Ocean King. This would be my mark, my achievement. It would be unique and different from everyone else. Only I could do this.

“Your father’s orcas are working well to build ships of our own out here in the open seas,” the Deepking as we walked through the metal hallways. Each of his steps was quiet, something one would not imagine possible given his immense size. The hallways dimmed momentarily as we began to breach the surface. The glowing markings on his flesh continued to illuminate the path however, making him stand out like a lighthouse in the darkest of nights. “But we will need more crew, more ships before we will be ready to face off against the military might of humanity.”

“What is your desire, milord?”

He turned to me just as we approached one of the airlocks leading to the surface. “I wish to end all loneliness. I wish that no one be alone ever again.” His bright, blue eyes turned distant as if he was looking past me and the world itself. “Humans congregate in large settlements. The might of the internet makes it so that no one is little more than a few keystrokes away. Yet they are all so painfully isolated; so alone. I wish to bring an end to that.”

So noble. So just. Anyone else with this kind of power would have opted for world domination or something equally Machiavellian. But he wanted to save the world. What other deity could tout the same?

His eyes refocused on me. “To do that, we must add to our chorus. We must add more voices to call humanity back to where it once started, back to the sea. Many have already taken to the seas and they must be the ones you hunt down and bring to us.”

I nodded in understanding and excitement. “I understand, milord. Just point me in the direction of my prey and I will do what must be done.”

His smile was radiant and uplifting, sending my heart soaring and my cock squirting bits of opalescent precum onto the metal floor. Without a single movement on his part, the door to the airlock sprang open and the salty ocean breeze wafted in. The fresh ocean smell was quite welcome and I followed him out onto the deck of the ship. He took me all the way to the port side edge of the ship where he pointed off to the distance.

“Far in that direction is a cruise liner. The Princess Atlantis. It is one of the biggest cruise ships ever built and it is full with a crew and passengers. That is your target.”

A cruise ship! The smallest of ships could host three-thousand people with the biggest going even up to seven thousand! To bring that many people under the leadership of the Deepking would be an achievement beyond anything thus far! No doubt it would be the first of many but I would be the first to bring that many people in!

My cock twitched in excitement.

“Let me at ‘em,” I said, beaming brightly.

The Deepking’s hands rested on my shoulders and he gently turned me towards him. I felt an intense pressure suddenly build at the tip of my dick, a searing pleasure that immediately made me want to cum. I resisted the sensation but it only intensified. My knees went weak and I glanced down. What my eyes beheld startled me, striking me with both fear and arousal at the same time. The thick, black head of my dick had widened like a gaping maw and had wrapped around about an inch over one of the Deepking’s much bigger cocks.

Before I could protest, his warm, sticky precum poured into me, shooting through my cock, sliding down my length and landing directly into my balls. There was as highly volatile reaction within my testicles causing my balls to churn and spasm, bouncing up and down in my sac like two cats fighting in a bag. It was like one testicle was trying to push the alien substance out, giving that feeling like I was on the verge of orgasm but the other was trying to devour that precum into itself, to add some of that divinity into itself. It left me with this constant state of edging.

“You will be the spear that leads the charge into ending humanity’s loneliness,” the Deepking said, using one of his hands to guide his other cock between my legs. That gargantuan log lifted me up into the air with gravity pulling my ass down towards his hot shaft. My tail instinctively lifted, offering him the second entrance that he needed to complete my ascension. “Be my spear. Be the turning of the tide.”

With the new position, my cock was pulled further around his member, the head and shaft stretching with a sound like rubber being twisted. That overwhelming need to cum returned and there was nothing more I wanted to do than to ejaculate so powerfully that I was shot straight off his dick but the docking position made that impossible. Then his other shaft began pushing into my hole. Now I had been the subject of many fuckings before - both as a human and in my new form - and I had taken the Deepking’s cock many times before but this was the first time that he was fucking me both from the front and back.

Suddenly, when a jet of precum shot from his dick into my mine and down to my balls, he was pushing me back onto his other cock that currently speared my ass. I was being thrown back and forth against the twin pleasures of being penetrated but from two different perspectives. He pulled me towards him and my cock stretched a little further to consume his member. A jet of cum would shoot from his dick and push me back onto his other dick, another inch sinking into my whole. On both occasions, his precum grew thicker, hotter and more voluminous, pumping into me.

I could feel him in me; more than just physically. He was touching my very essence, my very being. One cock would pump into me I would be thrown in one direction. Then the other spewed precum into me in the opposite direction and I was thrown backwards. Over and over, back and forth, I was being hurled through the ether of his growing essence like a plastic bag being tossed around in the midst of a hurricane. The constant storm and the pull and push of the tides was tearing away at me, ripping apart bits and pieces of me into this pleasurable eddy. Part of me wanted it to happen, wanted to devolve into nothing but a sex-crazed slave to fill my lord’s needs but he had made clear what he wanted for me.

I needed to be his spear-tip.

I needed to be the turning point in the tide!

I seized his broad, bowling-ball-like shoulders and with a tremendous cry, I pushed myself against him. My cock surged forward, a hungry snake devouring its prey. It was stiffer and more engorged than ever his dick pressed up against the base of mine. Hot, divine orca juices were pouring straight into my balls, engorging them. My body seemed to take that as a queue and for the first time, began metabolising his essences and turning it into my own.

Gallons of his fluids poured into my balls with increasing ferocity and those fleshy orbs began churning away, thrashing madly against my sac as they absorbed it all. They bumped against one another, twin suns of heat and passion bursting outward and pressing up against my inner thighs. The growing mass forced my legs further apart, giving the Deepking’s other cock more room to push into my ass.Their baseball-sized mass grew wildly, emitting loud gurgling noises until they reached the size of basketballs and couldn’t take anymore. Another jet of precum from the Deepking and my balls pushed that mass straight towards my cock.

You know that feeling of your cock hardening? The rising anticipation, the stirring of your loins and the hardening of one of your most sensitive organs? That rushed up a hundred-fold down my already engorged dick. Though barely seeing through the haze of pleasure, I watched in awe as my own cock slurped forward, the cock head widening slightly like a mouth before inching forward and clamping a little further down my lord’s cock, dragging the rest of my dick with it. It opened its slit one more, like it was taking a breath, then surged forward again. Flames of arousal rocketed up my growing cock, surging through my very flesh and making my skin tingle. If I could have goosebumps, I’m sure I would have been covered with them.

My flesh burned for his essence and I instinctively squeezed my ass around his cock, milking the member. I sensed his pleasure, felt his shudder and heard his moan. Every cell craved it. Through his will, those very cells began to change, changing, mutating and growing. A lean frame that had been changed and gifted to that of an orca tightened, muscles growing against my taut, black flesh. Every sinew growing defined to the point where they were pressing the veins up against my skin.

Then the real changes began. As my cock head inched further and further down my lord’s cock, the veins all over by body began to bubble and ripple. My blood was afire with the flames of his passion. It was physically bubbling underneath the surface of my skin like my blood was drilling its way out of my veins and out into the open. The sensation was akin to my whole body being treated like a throbbing cock. Pressure was building all over and there was that tension at my very core as my entire body wound up for an explosive orgasm.

But unlike an orgasm, relief came in short bursts instead of one Krakatoa-like eruption. It started with my temples. There was a sudden eruption of fire like my cock had just fired a gargantuan load if it were placed beside my head. My eyelids fluttered, my consciousness fading in and out in the ocean of delight. Through the storm of sensations, I remained rooting in my dedication to serving the Deepking even though every part of my body was swimming in this sensual sea. With most of my brain lost into this flurry of sex, there was room to grow; grow into the new organs that were developing all over my head and face. That orgasmic sensation rippled out from my temples, crawling down the side of my head and down my beak. I could not help but open my mouth, letting out a long, low moan of lust. Veins crawled out of my temple, rivers that were slowly crawling their way towards my mind, the ocean where all rivers must eventually go. The moment they kissed my brain, there was a sudden connection, a realisation and a flood of knowledge.

The new organs suddenly lit up, flickering through a myriad of swirling colours and lights that formed mesmerising patterns all over my face. Though I could not see them myself, I just knew that they were like glowing tattoos that I could reshape and alter at will. They glowed just beneath my black skin, avoiding the small white crest on my chin.

Before I could ‘flex’ that particular muscle, that explosion sensation erupted around my neck, forcing me to throw my head back and let out a triumphant cry. Again, veins crawled up and now my neck, snaking their way to my spine and connecting to my brain. This activated the bio-luminescent organs, sending swirling lights dancing up and down my neck and traps. On impulse, I thrust my hips to the burst of bliss and my cock likewise surged forward, gobbling up more and more of my lord’s cock until it was just a few inches away from the base of his member.

My hands gripped his shoulders tightly. The familiar pressure of impending orgasm was building at my fingertips and a sound like cracking ice filled my ears. I bit my lower lip, whimpering in anticipation. Those veins crawled up from the tips of my fingers, snaking their way over the back of my hands, over my forearms, up my biceps before disappearing over my shoulders. For one second, I was left hanging then…

“Oh fuck!”

There was that explosive feeling again as the veins fed the light-giving organs and connected my brain with my new anatomy. Lights danced and swirled all over my arms, forcing me to buck back and forth in ecstasy. The tip of my cock head kissed my lord’s balls and I was now pulling back about three inches as I took him in me over and over again in more ways than one. He is other cock couldn’t hilt into my ass with my cock stiff around his first one but there was a still a gargantuan mass that was buried deep within me every time I pull back.

Veins pushed out from my nipples, crawling up my chest - avoiding the small white, cross-shaped crest there - before once again linking up with my spine. I let out another cry of utter joy. My balls similarly let out a loud growl, spewing precum all the way up my engorged cock and spraying it against my master’s crotch. After all the precum my lord had fed me, it was my turn to give back and this was the turning point. Hot, oily precum was pouring down his legs, pooling at our feet and there was no stopping it.

Not when more veins snaked up my abdomen, curled around my back and wound their way all the way to the tip of my tail. Another mind-blowing orgasm-like sensation and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the grand finale. My balls were tightening up and screaming for relief. My upper body was left exhausted, succumbing to the sensations and urging me to just let go, to finally cum. But I refused to surrender. A spear tip that broke at the first thrust would be useless afterwards. I had to keep holding on!

My own hot precum touched to tips of my toes, triggering the veins there. I wiggled my toes in anticipation, perhaps in some vain attempt to stop their progress and prolong this beautiful limbo between anticipation and release. Whether or not it worked didn’t stop the progression of those blood vessels up the back of my foot and over my calves and shins. They slowed somewhat as they were forced to crest the large mounds of my thighs but there was no stopping them when they reached my crotch.

To my surprise, there was no explosive orgasm. Not yet. I felt those veins reach the base of my cock and then start their way up my dick.

“Oh no…” I pleaded. “No no… oh god…!

Inch by inch, they wound their way up my cock, crawling vines on a thick trunk. With each inch of progression, the pressure in my balls grew, my pelvis tensing. I grit my teeth as the veins touched the head of my dick and then…

“ALL ABOARD THE DEEPKING!”

All at once, the new organs connected with my brain and all the cum that had built inside of me came gushing out of my gargantuan balls. My seed rocketed up from my balls, shooting up my cock and triggering the light-giving organs wrapped around my big, black rod. It was like watching a battery meter rising as the organs lit up quickly from the base of my dick, up my long shaft and finally to just the base of my glands before my molten, black, oily cum came bursting out with enough force that I was pushed back an entire foot away from the Deepking.

His strong hands seized my sides, preventing me from sliding away. Then he pulled me back, my cock wrapping around his cock once more and our lips meeting in a passionate embrace. Over and over I came, the force of my orgasm pushing my hips away from his but over and over, he would keep pulling me back. The rest of my bio-luminescent organs awakened up and down my legs and all over my tail, intensifying the blast from my member but never enough that I would fully slip out of him.

We were the tide, the ebb and flow.

We were the ocean, the seas, the rivers.

And we would return humanity to us.

The Open Sea

The Princess Atlantis was a gargantuan ship. Certainly not as big as the Ocean King was now but was still in its own class. With over a dozen decks and looking like a moving hotel, the cruise ship was a sight to behold. It’s mostly-white, pristine hull was a start contrast to the Ocean King. It was too clean; trying to pretend that it was pristine and perfect when in reality, it was just a cesspool of gambling, addiction and escapism. I should know. I couldn’t count how many times I had been carried off on various cruise ships only to encounter some sort of villain or for it to sink into the middle of the ocean due to some structural flaw.

Such were the adventures of a boy adventurer.

It was already the middle of the night by the time I had caught up with her. Whatever else may be said about such ships, they were deceptively fast. True to its description, it was basically a floating hotel with all the lights on the multiple decks currently illuminating night and some sort of tropical-themed party going on near the front of the ship. That meant all attention would be there.

The question was how would I get onto the ship. The sides were steep and sleek. Climbing it would be impossible without the help of suction cups or a strong grip like the other orcas. This would not be easy but then again, none of my brothers in arms had it easy either.

Gliding beneath the waves next to the immense hull of the ship, the waters thrummed with the deep roar of the ship’s propellers. My long tail and powerful muscles allowed me to easily keep up with the ship and even swim close enough to look for any sort of opening, some weakness that would allow me on board. Nothing presented itself.

So there was only really one option.

Just beneath the surface, I activated my bio-luminescent organs. It was much like flexing a muscle but far more complicated. In the dark of night, the glistening lights and myriad of colours was easy enough to spot. It was only for a moment, just to see if anyone was peering over the edge of the ship and not being entertained by whatever celebration was happening on the main deck. As luck would have it, Alvaro Black was peering dejectedly over the railings, looking out to sea while barely holding a beer bottle in his left hand. His bespectacled features were slightly flush with inebriation but the weight of boredom and loneliness was what was causing his posture to slouch.

He blinked a few times when he saw my radiating colours from beneath the waves and initially passed it off as some drunken hallucination. Good. I waited a few moments just to lure him back into complacency before I once again flexed by light-giving organs. For longer this time. Just enough to give him time to blink again and then rub his eyes beneath his glasses. By the time his gaze had refocused, I had switched my lights off. Again, I waited long enough for self-doubt to creep in. Then I flashed again and this time he was focused. He leaned forward, just far enough to make sure he saw me clearly but not far enough to fall into the waters.

I leapt to the surface, breaching the waves and arching through the air with all my bio-luminescent organs dancing, highlighting my frame. Time seems to slow as Alvaro’s eyes widened and his jaw fell wide open. I could sense his disappointment when I dove back into the waters and shut off my lights. Now the waiting game. Would he call for alarm or would he wait for further confirmation of my existence?

He waited.

Good.

I surfaced, just enough for my head and shoulders to be visible. I waved at him, smiling brightly. There was a moment of hesitation which was easily brushed aside when I turned on my lights and his eyes beheld my beauty. A glazed, dopey look crossed his features and he waved absently back. His mind was fully consumed by the dancing lights and with the subtlest of changes, I placed the thought of him getting me onto the ship within his brain.

He was a smart guy and he immediately pointed off to the left, beckoning me to follow.

Far away from the rest of the ship’s population, he pulled out a lifebuoy and threw it in my direction. Justing any of the life rafts would have triggered an alarm. The buoy was the safest option. I clung on and allowed him to pull me up the side of the ship. Smart he may be but in terms of strength, he was a little on the skinny side. That didn’t matter, now that I had a rope connection to the ship, I easily climbed up the hull and onto the deck.

The moment I crested the railings and set my feet down onto the deck, Alvaro’s eyes went wide as saucers and he fell on his rump, gasping.

“Oh my god… you are real… I’m not dreaming.” He punched his cheek. “Unless I fell overboard and am drowning right now.”

“No, you’re certainly not dreaming,” I chuckled, crouching down next to him. “My name is Brad. What’s yours?” Of course, I already knew his name. After having seen my lights, I already had a deep connection with him and I could sense his loneliness. Poor guy. Much of him resonated with the Deepking.

“Uhm… I’m… Alvaro.” He tilted his head slightly to the side, brushing aside some curly, black hair. “If… if you don’t mind me asking. How did a guy like you get a name like ‘Brad’? Seems kind of ordinary for a… a…”

“Let’s not put labels on things,” I interrupted, a little flash of my lights cut off his curiosity but not by much. “How about you show me to your room, Alvaro. We don’t want just anyone seeing me.”

He nodded eagerly, his disbelief outweighing any caution. Taking me by the hand, he quietly but swiftly led me through the ship. It was strange being in a much more lavished interior compared to the Ocean King. The carpet felt very strange between my toes despite the fact that I had been exposed to it many times before when I was human. The very air held a metallic twang that stung my lungs; the byproduct of an air-conditioned environment. It was very off and I longed for the lively environment of the Ocean King amongst my brothers, the smell of sex and the sea permeating every crevasse.

Soon enough, this artificial monstrosity would join us.

With most of the crew out on the main deck celebrating, there were few people in the hallways. This was the ideal time for cleaners and custodial staff to make their rounds before the guests turned in for the night. It was early enough that people were either eating, taking advantage of any entertainment or out on the main deck meaning that there was little need to be stealthy as Alvaro brought me to his room on the deck.

Grateful for my slimmer build compared to, say, someone like Brock or even the Deepking, I slipped into the room right behind Alvaro as the jumpy little guy locked the door behind us. The room was generously spaced - basically a single-room hotel bedroom with two beds and a small television at the foot of each bed. There was no balcony and just a small porthole that showed the darkness of the sea beyond. There was a bathroom with a shower available and toilet available off to my right and an equally large closet where I spotted two distinct suitcases.

Clearly Alvaro wasn’t the only one sleeping in this room.

“Are you travelling with someone else?” I asked, gliding across the room and pretending that everything was fascinating to me.

“Uh… Y - Yeah,” Alvaro stammered. “H - H - How did you know?”

I gestured at the second bed. “Two beds.”

“Oh… R - Right…” He grinned at me sheepishly. “I - I - If you don’t mind me asking…” He adjusted the big, round glasses on his face. “What exactly are you?”

I kept my back to him as I leaned over towards the television. A little flash of my light organs kept him mesmerised just enough to make sure that he would accept any answer I gave him. I straightened and turned to him, smiling lightly.

“Which one is yours?”

Alvaro, his throat dry, pointed to the farthest bed - the one closest to the porthole. I strode towards it and lay down on my side, propping my head up on my hand while gently stroking the stiff, starchy sheets.

“I am what you would call a loyal knight of the Deepking.”

“The Deepking?” Alvaro repeated, striding forward. He stopped at the foot of the other bed, clutching the wooden board tightly. “What… is he kind of ruler of the ocean or something?”

If only he knew.

“Something like that,” I answered lazily. “We have this fleet of ships manned by orcas just like me. We drift undetected because we know what kind of things mankind would do to us.”

“Oh?”

Keeping my benevolent smile, I flashed a few lights in his direction, his eyes dilating to absorb more of the beautiful colours I emitted. “Humanity is cruel and far too eager to rip anything that they deep not to adhere to their customs and ideologies to shreds. The first thing man will think of when they see someone who isn’t like them is to shoot first and ask questions later.”

Alvaro swallowed loudly. “I’m not like that.”

“Of course not,” I cooed, smiling at him gently. “You’re special, Alvaro.” I beckoned to him and he only hesitated for three seconds before striding forward. I offered my hand to him and he took it with two seconds of hesitation. Almost instinctively, the lights along my arm pulsated and he visibly quivered at their sight. “You saw my lights and didn’t call out for alarm. You brought me without question. You have the soul of an orca within you.”

Bullshit, of course. But he was going to have the soul of an orca before we were done.

“I… I do…?”

I batted my eyelids at him and gently pulled him down onto the bed. He sat on the edge, his back turned to me. On some level, he was still prepped and primed to run but that would soon change. The human side of his brain still recognised me as alien, an invader and something wrong. That needed to be changed.

“Yes,” I responded, gently stroking his forearm. Goosebumps ran up his flesh. “I can see it in you, Alvaro. You are courageous, daring and when you know what you want…” I leaned up towards his ear, my breath wafting through his curly, black hair. “… you take it.”

His eyes were solely focused on my hand which was slowly gliding up and down his forearm. A little flex and my light organs danced across his vision. Heat began emanating from him, his cheeks going pink in a blush. A peak began forming in the front of his tawny shorts.

“But…” I sighed, pulling away, breaking the spell. I lay back on the bed, my dorsal fin digging into the sheets as I crossed my arms behind my head. “… you are trapped in an all too human body. In a world that doesn’t understand you. You are alone. An orca without a pod.”

Mustering his will power, he glanced away from my, trying to avoid exposure to the lights of my body. His eyes were locked on the mirror behind the television where he could just see me. “It’s… It’s not that bad. I’ve got my brother…”

“Is he who you’re travelling with?”

“He’s who I’m sharing my room with.” He was starting to drift out of his daze but even as his mind began to shake off my spell, he was nonetheless well rooted in my grasp. “My dad won this cruise at work and he wanted to take us and the rest of the family. But my mom gets sea sick and my sister doesn’t want to leave her alone so it’s just me, my four brothers and dad.”

“Where are they now?”

“Now?” He let out a snort of derision. “Dad is probably gambling. He’s got it into his head that because he won this cruise he’s on a lucky streak so he’s probably down at the casino. My brothers are getting shitfaced on the main deck where they’re hosting a Luau.”

I sat up and gently wrapped my arms around his shoulders, gently leaning against him and resting my cheeks beside his. Just one second of hesitation this time. “You were at that Luau too, weren’t you? You weren’t enjoying yourself?”

“I don’t like getting drunk,” he admitted.

Understandable. Even when I was out adventuring with my dad, drinking was a social thing and never a necessity. Too many times had some would-be-villain tried to take advantage of us because we were drunk so we had learned to drink enough that it was polite but never enough to get really inebriated. As a part of that, I had grown to despise the taste of alcohol. If I was going to drink, I’d make sure I never got drunk.

“What do you like to do?” I asked, my other hand gently sliding across his chest and running across his flat pectorals. He shuddered against my touch and slowly, he began to lean more towards me, trusting me more and more.

“I like to tinker,” came the mumbled reply. “I’m an electrical engineer. But the job market is so bad right now…”

Drawing on my knowledge of the recent attack upon an oil right, I said, “Where are you from? You humans have these large mechanical platforms that float out in the sea. Surely that would require your expertise.”

He gave me a bitter laugh, finally turning towards me. Our gazes met. The lights across my face danced and his eyes once again dilated. The dopey smile returned to his face but his words were no slurred or slowed. There was a sureness in his words and in the rigidity of his cock. “I guess you didn’t hear, huh? One of Baypark Petroleum _’s_ big oil platforms mysteriously disappeared. There were some really weird messages that came out from it before it went dark. Then there are rumours about some sort of ‘ghost ship’ going around. Apparently, one of Baypark_ ’s_ old oil tankers, the Ocean King mysteriously went missing as well.”

Curiosity got the better of me. A boy adventurer was always curious, after all. It had been our hope that Crimson Horizon’s disappearance would distract people from the Ocean King vanishing as well but apparently that was not the case. What was mankind doing and what were they thinking?

“Really now?” I asked, shuffling up to him, my tail winding across his lap. His hand instinctively went towards it and he stroked the soft length. The touch instinctively caused some of my light organs to dance, the display bouncing off the far mirror and catching Alvaro’s eye. Though weakened by the reflection, it still added to the mounting spell that drew him further and further into my influence.

“Yeah,” he said, giggling softly. That one movement drew him closer and closer to me, our lips mere inches from one another. “They’re saying that Baypark is cursed. Hubris got them or something. They made the Ocean King to be the biggest oil tanker in the entire world at the time and it crashed on its maiden voyage. Now, years later, they’re suffering for it.”

“That’s so sad.” I tilted my head to the side, letting him see more of my body and, consequently, more of the lights dancing across my features. “So many people must be suffering for such a thing.”

“I guess…”

“So many people must be alone too.” I turned my gaze towards him, our lips inching closer to one another. “I don’t want those people to be alone.”

His jaw dropped open a little and we drew closer, his fingers clutching my tail tightly. “Uh-huh…”

“I don’t want you to be alone.”

Their out lips met and passion exploded immediately from Alvaro. There was a big beast contained within, a lonely creature that was left to privately masturbate and seek his own sexual releases in what little time he could find away from his large family which was scarce as it was. Days out sea without much chance for sexual relief came bubbling up to the surface, exploding out in a fiery passion that surprised even me. He went diving for my tonsils with his tongue, his hands roving my body and pulling me close. For someone competitively smaller and skinnier, he had surprising strength as he pulled me down towards the bed and began wildly thrusting his hips against mine.

There was still some part of him that rejected the idea, however.

He broke the kiss, panting softly, staring at me in wide-eyed horror. “I… I… Oh my god… I’m sorry!”

The lights all over my body began shining, filling the room with a myriad of colours that could easily be mistaken for a disco dance floor. Alvaro took it all in and his fears began to fade away while his cock grew harder and harder, the walls of his humanity crumbling away to let the budding orca inside out.

“Don’t be,” I told him, gently stroking his cheek. “You don’t have to be alone anymore.” I gently licked his nose and he moaned, leaning towards my lips hesitating only to gently nibble on my chin. “Join my pod. Join the Deepking.”

There was no reply necessary. He was completely under my spell and the kiss we shared was merely a formality. The beast within, the powerful orca came surging out once more and he threw himself at me, arms wrapping around my shoulders and sucking on my tongue like he needed it to breathe. A powerful heat was rising from his crotch and with each thrust, his cock strained more and more against the fabric. All his passion and desire came erupting in one rush that there was a risk that it would burn out far too quickly like a storm that made landfall before it could fully develop into a hurricane.

It had to be tempered.

The colours flashing all over my body radiated a gentle warmth, slowing its pulsations from a riotous strobe light-like display to a soothing sunset. Alvaro likewise followed suit, his desperate gasping and breathing easing. This allowed me to gently reach towards his collared shirt, grasping the edge and slowly bringing it up. His belly was flat, featureless and smooth. Though he was well over twenty-one years of age, his body seemed to betray him in that fact and gave him the appearance of a bespectacled, prepubescent teenager. That was something that definitely needed to change.

I broke the kiss as little just as my fingers had brought the edge of his shirt up towards his chest. My lips gravitated towards his neck, nibbling at the sensitive flesh and causing him to arch his back. He bit his lower lip, biting back the high-pitched moan. The shirt was swiftly removed, thrown across the room to rest atop the television screen. How Alvaro could wear an undershirt in this heat was beyond me and yet that was another obstacle to overcome. It heightened the moment as I slowly peeled it up his slightly paunchy belly, over his nipples and then over his head, tossing it aside.

The bare skin-on-skin contact sent electric sensations throughout his entire body. The warmth from my light organs radiated through his cells, pulses of my light shooting through his veins and rippling through his organs. Every time his cock spasmed with excitement, there was a wave of sexual arousal that radiated out from the lightning rod and washed over him from head to toe. He gripped onto, arms wrapped around my back and eyes wide even though he was not truly seeing anything but the vivid colours that danced against the cabin’s ceiling and in the periphery of his vision.

Now was the time to strike.

The displace across my body changed. The clam warmth was replaced with harsh, bright pulses; powerful commands that ordered his body to obey. It was a simple command.

Kneel to the Deepking.

And he did; every cell of his prostrated itself against the Deepking’s will.

A single, bright pulse and a bright, blue light burned away at the dull brown of his irises. A smile touched his features.

“Oh my god…” he panted. “It’s… it’s so beautiful! He’s so beautiful!”

I grinned, gently nibbling at his earlobe. “Yes. Join us in the Deepking’s kingdom.”

“Yes! Oh my god, yes!”

Another flash and this time, his cock strained against the fabric of his shorts even more. I could feel the rising orca pressing up against my own enlarged genitals. He grimaced, struggling with the decision to release my muscled back or remove his pants. One more pulse resolved the issue as a thick, long tail erupted from the base of his spine, pushing out with enough force that his hips were thrust into the air. The momentum caused the two of us to flip around and he was suddenly on top of me, panting heavily and with his new, long, muscled tail with a broad fluke thumping against the bedsheets. The garment now split in half, his shorts peeled away, leaving his leaking eight-inch member in much need of attention.

There was only one place to put it.

Just one more flash and Alvaro straightened, finally releasing me from his powerful grip. With one hand, he tossed aside his remaining garment and with the other, he grabbed my left leg, lifting it over his shoulder. When the other hand was free, he grabbed me other leg, exposing my hole for his own needy cock. Despite being a virgin, he benefited from the knowledge I passed to him with my display of lights and he pushed the head of his circumcised cock right into ass. The sensitivity of his cock head mixed with the next experience sent the mounting pleasure in his cock to come rushing out.

“Oh… oh… g-g-god!” he cried. Hot seed poured right into me as his body shuddered, tail going stiff in pleasure. The shockwaves through his body caused a big, broad dorsal fin to erupt from between his shoulder blades. Swirling black patterns traced lines between the find and his tail, covering his smooth back in tightly-packed swirling tattoo-like designed. The next burst of cum had him shoving his cock deeper into me and the third saw him hilting completely. The warm rod inside was nothing compared to my brother orcas or the Deepking but I couldn’t compare. This would be the first time I would feel a cock change within me.

“I’m… I’m so sorry…” Alvaro sobbed, tears forming int he corners of his sizzling eyes. “I… I just…”

I gently wrapped my long legs around his shoulders, bringing him closer to me. “Don’t be, Aegis. We’ve got time.”

“My name is Alvaro.”

I cocked my head to the side, smiling seductively as the lights over my body started all over again; another powerful pulse that had his cock hardening within me again. “Is it?”

His brow knotted in confusion. “Is it…?” he repeated.

Before he could question it further, his hips were already starting to thrust back and forth into me. The practiced motions were not the gyrations of a virgin. Each flash of my light imparted more and more knowledge upon him along with the commands for his cells to change to the Deepking’s design. The questions in his eyes began to fade further and further back into the light of our lord. The more he accepted it, the more those swirling black patterns across his back began to spread.

As these whirls and swishes spread over his lats, seeping deep into his muscles. A sound akin to meat being ground down rose up alongside his deepening moans. The swirled coursed through the sinew, filling it with mass and might. Muscle walls expanded, cells rapidly multiplied and bones stretched out. His lats flared out, broadening his torso and shoulders rapidly. His dorsal fin no longer looked pinched between his shoulder blades and didn’t dwarf him anymore. As he continued to grow, even starting to block out the overhead lamp, his dorsal find was practically dwarfed by his immense mass. His traps rosed up, two curved bridges that rapidly swallowed up his neck, merging with his jawline and giving him a permanent hunch.

His thrusts were slowing but another flash of my lights fixed that. Suddenly, his cock spasmed within him, stretching deeper inside and just kissing my prostate. A moan left my lips and for the first time in this encounter, my own member began to stir. It was like the first time that Alvaro - soon to be Aegis - truly caught sight of my immense genitals. His eyes widened at the long, black, flaccid length that sank all the way down to my knees and was as thick as my calves. My balls, each the size of a basket ball, was sitting atop his cock, gurgling softly. His awe was quickly replaced by lust as the light organs up and down my stiffening shaft caught his gaze. One of his thrusts caused my dick to rise just a little bit and a connection was instantly made.

A thrust and my cock hardened a little bit. His own dick plunged deeper into me and the black swirls began to spread past his back. The minuscule spaces between the swirls turned white. He thrust again and my cock head pressed up against his belly, drooling precum into his bellybutton. Those swirls curled up from his traps towards his neck. The curly, dark brown hairs on his head began to fall away, falling down like dark snow. He didn’t pay them any mind as he gave another powerful thrust, shaking more of his hair out and bringing my cock to ride up a little more towards his chest. His own dick was now pushing up against my prostate, building the pressure there.

A broad grin touched his features, one that stretched past the limits of his normal smile as his features began to surge forward, shaking off the rest of his hair. The glasses on his face fell away when his nose was absorbed into the rounded orca beak. Eyebrows fell away, replaced by the white dots or ‘false eyes’ of an orca. The black markings ran up the back of his head, covering his scalp and crawling over his face, stopping just above his upper lip. The rest of his jaw turned white. When seen from afar, his flesh looked solidly black but up close, one could discern that constantly moving swirls.

Another thrust and this time, I let my pleasure be known as I let out a soft cry, gripping the headboard of the bed in pleasure. My cock surged upwards, the monster sitting right between his still flat-pectorals. The transformation quickly changed that. The black swirls coursed over his shoulders, crawling over his collarbone and just barely touching his pectorals. His auburn flesh immediately turned pure white only to be interrupted by the shadows that his inflating muscles cast. Both his pectorals surged outward, sandwiching my massive dick between them. His pants grew deeper, his soft chortling becoming like deep thunderclaps. With each thrust, his pectorals tensed and bounced, black nipples perked and erect. He was purposefully squeezing down on my dick. The pressure caused the light organs up and down my shaft to flash and dance, accelerating his transformation.

Aegis grunted, thrusting his cock deeper and harder into me. The black swirls cascaded down his flanks, hardening the belly fat into a wall of hardened abdominals that quickly absorbed his bellybutton. My balls pressed up against those rock-hard steaks; each of his thrusts causing them to run up and down their length almost like I was running them across a series of drums. The head coming out of his cock grew and I could feel it thickening, stretching me out further. His balls inflated with each thrust causing them to slap against my ass; two wrecking balls battering down against my walls.

“What’s your name?” I demanded through dazed pants.

“Aegis.”

His grip around my legs grew stronger. The swirls danced across his arms, thin veins lancing from his shoulders all the way to his fingertips before quickly spreading out like tree branches. As they began to fill in the gaps between them, his palms widened, fingers thickened and forearms broadened. Those measly, twig-like biceps ballooned to the size of bowling balls, easily dwarfing my head and with the added size of his triceps, his sudden bulk blocked out the ceiling lamp entirely, leaving me in an eclipse-like darkness with only my light organs left to illuminate the bed.

“What’s your name?” I demanded again.

“Aegis!”

He thrust harder, the gaps between each movement shortening with each repetition, the patterns making their way down his legs. His thighs broadened, muscles tightening and leaving no ounce of body fat between them. His quads alone dwarfed his tail with his calves thickening to the point that they would have rivalled a bodybuilder’s biceps. The flip-flops he wore shrunk away at his widening feet before the straps eventually snapped due to his broadening toes.

“What’s your name!?”

“I’m motherfucking AEGIS!”

That triumphant roar sent all the pressure that had been building up inside his balls rushing out, an ocean of cum pouring into my ass with enough force that I was pushed back a good few inches off his cock. He pulled me back down, however and I was once again fully speared on his massive genitals, his seed pumping straight into me. His pectorals clenched around me cock and there was no stopping the floor. I bucked my hips, howling in pleasure. My own enormous testicles shot my cum straight up my shaft, spraying my seed directly into his mouth which he happily lapped up.

“All aboard the Deepking!” we cried in unison.

Our moment of triumph did not last long. There was a loud, click-click from the door.

“Alvaro, dude, you in here?” The door sprang open and a tall guy with the same dark brown curly hair that Aegis once possessed stepped in. “You’ve got the TV on too loud…”

I instantly knew this was Aegi’s brother. Before I could activate my lights and strike him with s stupor, Aegis rested a hand against my chest and flexed his arm with the other. The swirls all over his body began to shift and undulate. Even beneath the layers of cum I had sprayed upon him, it was still very much visible.

“Hey bro,” Aegis greeted. “Sorry about the noise.” As he spoke, he bounced his biceps, flexing and relaxing it quickly and rapid succession.

I watched Alvaro’s brother and was awed when I saw the young man’s cock immediately strain against the jorts he was wearing.

“A - A - Al? Is that you?

“It’s Aegis now, Raf.” Aegis raised his other arm, lifting his hand away from my chest and assaulting Rafael Black with the stimulating display. “Come in. Close the door.”

Rafael did as he was told, shutting the door behind him instinctively. “What… What the fuck happened to you man?” His eyes went to me. “And who the fuck is that?”

Aegis extracted his cock from me, the motion causing a jet of cum to spurt from my dick and splash over his face. Rafael flinched at that but he was soon distracted when Aegis began bouncing his pectorals in front of his brother. “Why don’t I show you?” Aegis moved in front of me, blocking out the sight of his brother. All I could tell was that Aegis was flexing and showing off for Rafael…

… Then I felt him. I felt Rafael quickly joining the Deepking’s kingdom. This was quickly followed by the sound of tearing clothing and that familiar noise of meat being ground. I arched my neck and watched as Aegis’ brother, eyes fixated on the titanic orca’s bouncing muscles, began to mimic the movements. Aegis lifted both his arms, flexing them and then bouncing his pectorals. Black swirls quickly began spurting out from the tensed muscles and, slack jawed, Rafael, began to grow. His eyes burned blue as Aegis switched positions and Rafael’s shirt tore right down the middle, showing off his muscles.

“Oh fuck me…” grunted Rafael and he threw himself immediately at Aegis. Both went down onto the other bed, Aegis unable to fit on it with his legs dangling over the edge. That didn’t matter as Rafael quickly grew atop his brother, his tail bursting out from the seat of his pants and his hands hungrily roving his brother’s muscles, forcing each of them to tense with each grope and trigger more and more of his transformation.

As tempting as it was to watch the brothers change one another, this was two new converts on a ship of six thousand people or so. I needed to get moving. I extracted myself from the cum-covered bed, making sure to give the two a wide berth lest I be dragged into their passionate lovemaking and my next move get delayed. I entered the little bathroom, grabbed a towel and wiped myself free of the cum that had soaked me. Thankfully, most of it had been fired at Aegis though I was feeling somewhat full from having been passionately fucked. A quick splash of water on my face and I heard the triumphant cry of ‘All aboard the Deepking’ behind me.

A new orca had joined the pod.

I emerged from the bathroom to the sight of these two, enormous orcas that could barely fit the room let alone the bed collapsed against one another, Aegis’ ass penetrated by his brother’s massive orca cock.

“You two do what you can to convert more people,” I said.

“Should we worry about raising an alarm?” Aegis brother asked between heavy pants.

I gave it some thought and wondered if we’d have any difficulty with people trying to flee. Then I recalled that we were in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. Where would they run off to?

“No. Go crazy.”

“Fuck yeah!” Aegis cried, pulling himself off his brother’s cock. He then turned towards the nearby wall, balled his fist and -

SMASH

Punched right through it. He shoved his other hand through the newly made hole and just tore right through the wall like it was made out of paper. The adjacent suit was empty. Almost everyone was still back at the Luau but it was effective. Aegis was followed by his brother and it wasn’t until three or four more walls that they found their next victim.

I had to fight hard not to chase after them.

For the moment, however, it was time to expand our army in another way. I emerged from the suite through the conventional door and peered down the hallway. What caught my eye was the nearby room service cart about ten doors down. The custodial staff was doing its rounds. With a grin, I headed towards the room where the roar of a vacuum cleaner drowned out Aegis’ wanton destruction and orgasmic cries. It helped that the guy cleaning was wearing a pair of noise-cancelling headphones.

This was going to be very entertaining.

I waited until this averagely built red-head had turned towards the bathroom, his back towards me before I quietly entered the room. With his hearing impaired by the constant blaring of his music through those headphones, he was completely unaware of my presence or the loud crashes and cries of Aegis and his growing pod. It would take a while yet before the alarms started blaring and I paid close attention to the walkie-talkie that was hanging on his hip. Once the ship’s crew started acting, he be alerted but by then, it would be far too late.

He was so preoccupied with cleaning that he never noticed when I shuffled in behind him, blocking the only exit out of the tiny bathroom. I immediately began flashing every light all over my body. A myriad of colours bouncing off the tiled walls, dancing off the mirrors and seeping into his mind through his bewildered eyes.

“Huh?” he began and looked up. The moment our eyes met in the mirror, my connection with him grew and his life’s story unfolded before me.

Oscar Sutton was his name and this seasoned sailor had seen a lot in his twenty-five years of age. Having been born into military family, he moved around a lot. However, his physical prowess was not enough to get him into the navy and his father had disowned him for the shame of breaking the long, honourable line of military servicemen. Despite this, he still had a strong affinity with the sea. He joined the cruise ship service instead and had been sailing the seas, exploring different ports and cities on a myriad of tours all over the world. The one regret he bore was that he had yet to reconcile with his father.

Like lightning, I closed in on him, wrapping my arms around his waist and pressing my cheek against his neck, my tongue snaking out and licking the corners of his lips. All the while, the lights all over my body grew brighter, rising to an almost blinding intensity. With all my power focused on a single human with such laser-like focus, Oscar’s defences crumbled immediately. He shut his eyes briefly open to open them again with his cornflower blue eyes now burning with the light of the Deepking.

“That’s in, Oscar,” I cooed into his ear. “You belong to the sea. To the Deepking.”

“Praise the Deepking…” he moaned softly, his cock already hard in his standard issue black slacks. Even without me uttering a word, Oscar unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants. I hooked a finger around the rim his striped boxer shorts and immediately yanked them down, exposing his tight bubble butt. Growing up in a military family had instilled a strong discipline into him so he had been keeping up with his fitness. My other hand slid up his shirt, feeling the faint abdominal muscles along his stomach and the firm pectorals hidden beneath the bland uniform. His bubble butt was definitely his most appealing feature. It was so firm that even after having just orgasmed, my cock was already rising up to insert itself into that tight hole.

“Close,” I chuckled at his adoration of my lord. Gently, I placed a finger against his chin and turned his head towards me. “Let’s try that again.”

Our lips met and he began suckling on my tongue, breathing me in and inviting me and the Deepking into his body. I was all too happy to oblige My cock, though many times bigger than anything a normal man could take, found its way pressing up against his tight ring. A soft moan left his lips as he was pushed open and I was pleasantly surprised to learn that this was not the first time he had been anally penetrated. It seemed that dear Oscar had some experience in this matter. Being out in sea with only his fellow guys had led to some ‘experimentation’. Plus he got a bit of a kick thinking that the very same father that had kicked him out of house and home may have tread along the same path. But there was a limit to his somewhat loose hole and he shut his eyes as his limits were tested.

Thankfully, my lights had already worked their way into his system so he was starting to change. The pressure on his tight ring began to relax as a soft, bluish-white flesh began to expand outward from where my cock touched his flesh. The relief had his modest cock spasming, drooling precum all over the floor. His eyes half-opened, his freckled cheeks turning bright red as I pushed deeper into him. His glowing eyes drank in more of the intense lights dancing around him catalysing his development. That light blue flesh spread out from his ass, covering his bubble butt and spreading up towards the base of his spine. The soft moan that followed was drowned out by the roar of the vacuum cleaner still going strong and resting by our feet. He lurched forward, setting his hands upon the bathroom sink while positioning himself to be more readily penetrated.

Another inch of my cock sank into him and in response, an inch of his tail pushed out from the base of his spine. I pulled out just a little bit until his ass ring caught the base of my glands. I lingered there for a moment, long enough for him to gasped and his need for me to intensify. When I pushed back in, I didn’t get much more headway into his body but his tail continued to expand, brushing up against my abdominals. The new sensations of the appendage fired off nerves all over his body and causing the coloured flesh to expand faster. The light-blue, silky skin turned a darker shade of blue as it spread up his back and down his outer thighs. Their greatest contribution, however, was towards his balls.

The bright red hairs clinging to his low-hanging sack fell away, his pubic hairs clumping together in the sea of precum beneath us. My own precum pumped into him and given the size of my genitals compared to his, I filled him with more fluid than he was producing. That fluid had to go somewhere and they immediately went straight to his own testicles. The wrinkles on his sack quickly smoothened out as his balls inflated, filling his sac out with their sides pressing up against his inner thighs. When their limit was reached, his balls pressing up against the base of his cock, that precum had to go somewhere and was shot violently out of his painfully erect, uncut cock. The stream of clear, sticky fluids had the intensity of an orgasm but it contained none of his thickness. And Oscar wanted more.

He pushed back against me, driving another inch of my cock deeper into him. His transforming flesh surged up his spine. It spread over his abdomen, hardening the abdominals there until there was no mistaking the thick layers of armour-like muscles there. The darker flesh washed over his back,, hardening the small of his back until there was a very distinct curve there that led perfectly to his lengthening and surprisingly prehensile tail. His fluke slowly began to curl around my waist, pulling me closer with each thrust.

That stirred my own loins and as I continued to thrust into him, I produced more and more precum that had nowhere to go but his balls. His already smooth, light-blue sac inflated all the more. He was forced to widen his stance as each testicle reached the size of baseballs without showing any signs of stopping. Another thrust from me and another inch deeper into him and those balls grew even bigger to the size of rock melons. His cock would not be swallowed by these gargantuan spheres that continued to expand. His precum splattered against the mirror facing us, the force of the eruption pulling his cock upwards. Like a cobra rising to strike, his dick slowly rose up past the edge of the sink, snaking its way up past his midriff where his bellybutton should have been had it not been absorbed by his abdominals.

The colourations of his skin spread across his chest, the darker blue spreading over from his shoulders like it was cresting a mountain while the white was sweeping up from his stomach. His chest, already with some definition of pectorals, inflated and broadened to become two solid blocks. His nipples vanished under the wave of white, swallowed by the growing frame as his lats spread out. Somewhat sensing that other parts of his Oscar’s body was growing and still yearning for more, his balls gorged itself on my thickening precum, growing bigger still to the point that they rivalled my own basketball-sized orbs. His cock was not to be neglected and it too thickened to the size of his forearms and became just about as long.

Speaking of his forearms, the dark and light blues of his skin spread across his arms, thickening them, making sure every cut of muscle was perfectly framed. A single blue-green vein ran up the side of his biceps, curling down the crook of his elbow and spreading out into a couple of tributaries before vanishing into the back of his hand. His fingernails and fingerprints naturally vanished into the white and dark blues of his new skin tone. He didn’t get much taller so his arms only stretched out a little more before his balls yet again demanded more mass. Even I was shocked when I felt an almost vacuum-like suction on my dick. His balls inflated all the more, sinking lower on his frame until they were well past his knees. His cock likewise surged upwards, resting between his pectorals and spraying a constant rain of precum that struck the ceiling of the small bathroom and rained down upon us. The sight was so spectacular that I barely even noticed when that powerful suction pulled me completely into Oscar.

My body was acting of its own accord, brought into Oscar’s powerful gyrations. I pulled out of him about halfway before that suction came crashing back again, causing me to slap up against his rump and shooting an intensifying stream of my juices into him. His dorsal fin sprang up from between his shoulder blades, suspiciously smaller than normal but I guessed that was because Oscar was designed to be fucked. A fin would only get in the way of that. His flexible tail pulled me back against him as the hairs on his head fell off to reveal his blowhole and the creeping dark blue skin. There was no longer a need to keep constant eye contact or ensure his eyes were open to absorb by lights. He was almost completely transformed.

As his human features were absorbed into the face of a handsome orca, his balls touched the ground and his cock rose up past his face, almost kissing the ceiling before, all at once, an electric command came shooting from him, rocketing down my shaft and striking my hips. That lightning spread through my body, demanding a single action: ‘Cum’. It came so suddenly, so powerfully that I was wholly unprepared.

A choking gasp let my lips and I finally broke the kiss that had me locked with my newest convert’s lips. All the lights over my body immediately flashed white. My balls immediately fired off their contents straight into the orca’s ass. Oscar Sutton let out a loud cry, the first noise to be heard of the roar of the vacuum. There was about three seconds of delay when my cum shot into him before he shot his own load. His seed came shooting out with enough force that it shattered the lamp over our heads. We would have been thrown into semi-darkness were it not for the lights dancing all over my body. I came again and three seconds later, Oscar sent out his own blast, smearing the ceiling with his seed. Over and over, we orgasmed, my mind swimming with the cocktail of chemicals that came from cumming over and over again.

We quickly became soaked in the seed, my skin becoming incredibly hypersensitive to the point that the cum sliding over my flesh felt almost like a thousand ants were crawling over me. It took me a few moments to realise this was no normal hypersensitivity. Through the haze of the mind-blowing sex, I noticed that all the cum that Oscar had produced was acting strangely. After a few blinks, I watched the cum moving much faster than it should have. When I started to feel it crawling over my feet and up my legs, I knew this was no ordinary seed. I gasped when the still-warm cum shot right into my ass, filling me with Oscar’s cum. The vast, churning liquid was immediately absorbed into my body, likely geared towards changing another human into an orca but since I already was one, it didn’t much matter. Instead, it pushed up against my prostate, stimulating me to cum one last time and forcing Oscar to likewise let out another load a moment later.

I forcibly pulled myself away from him as the last batch of cum quickly squirmed across the floor and found its home in my ass.

Oscar practically sat on his own enormous balls. Tired and through half-closed eyes, he looked to me from my reflection in the morning.

“All aboard the Deepking,” he panted.

I grinned at him, shaking off the sleep and dizziness that was threatening to derail me. “That’s better.”

Our cries did not go unnoticed. The wall into the room shuddered two big fists came charging right through the wall. Oscar jumped in surprise - though he couldn’t move that far because of just how big his genitals were. Aegis came barging through, eyes hungry for some sex with his cock erect. When he saw us, his features brightened all the more.

“Well fuck me!” he bellowed. He bounced his pectorals at Oscar. “Hey there handsome.”

Oscar let out a shot of cum from his cock in excitement. “Hello,” he replied in a sultry voice.

It was a symbiotic match made in heaven. Oscar could barely move because of just how big his cock and balls were so Aegis easily tore apart the walls of the bathroom, reached over to him and picked him up easily with those massive arms of his. Aegis lifted the relatively smaller orca towards his cock and all he had to do was just have the tip of his dick touch the orca’s slick ass before there was a loud ‘slurping’ noise. Oscar immediately slipped down onto Aegis’ cock, the bigger orca gasping pleasure as that intense suction went to work.

Just in time as another cruise worked came charging through the door accompanied by a few security guards. They likely saw the service cart and had hoped to save whoever what in the midst of the chaos. Too bad they had grossly misread the situation. They only got about a few seconds to take in the situation before Aegis let out a deafening roar. Ropes of cum came shooting out of Oscar’s cock. I immediately knew that this type of seed was different from the others.

As it splashed onto the terrified men, it adhered to their flesh and skin much like glue would. The first one staggered back, taking the brunt of the blast. He crashed into the man behind him, the two instantly becoming entangled in the thick, sticky fluids. The more they struggled the more they were restrained and the more all that seed began to work through their system. Within moments, their struggling had turned into passionate kissing and thrusting, their genitals bursting out of their pants as they became just like Oscar. The third one tried to turn and run only to find that his left leg was covered int he sticky, white goo and was now pinned to the ground.

Aegis burst through the door, Oscar - now going by ‘Cocktail’ - still speared on his dick.

“No escape, little man,” boomed the titanic orca that took up the entire hallway.

As fun as it would have been to watch them all transform, it was time to move on.

I turned and quickly bolted in the opposite direction the men came from. There would likely be more people coming from that direction. The cries of the three men as they joined the Deepking would no doubt attract even more attention. Aegis and Cocktail would be able to hold the fort. Their increasing numbers would no doubt keep the crew and the guests occupied. My goal was elsewhere.

With the bowels of the ship infested with the Deepking’s orcas, the crew were keeping guests as far away as possible. That gave me nearly free reign of the area. Though I had to hide behind a few doors or peek around corners every now and then to avoid running security officers, I was unmolested as I headed towards the bridge. The security cameras were somewhat troublesome. Triggering all my light organs at once, filling the small area the camera occupied allowed me to distract whomever was watching and maybe implant a suggestion into their minds. They would come later.

As I approached the bridge, I saw countless men and the captain barking orders, demanding reports and trying to calm the gusts. The captain himself was perched in front of the PA system, his voice echoing through the hallways as he pleaded for calm. It was a good thing that he hadn’t ordered a full evacuation just yet. Not like they had anywhere to run. My brothers would catch any who decided to flee. Really, where could anyone run when they were thousands of miles from any shore and being attacked by an ever-growing pod of horny orcas?

I would reduce their chances further before the night was done.

There were about fifteen people on the bridge and they were so preoccupied with trying to manage the chaos below deck that they left the door open and with no one guarding the entrance. So easy to fool, these humans. With a shrug, I strode towards vast room with windows spread across the far wall that overlooked the distance and had a view of the main deck below where all the civilians were being corralled. As I entered, one person to my right noticed me.

“Hey - What the -!?”

That cry caught the attention of the others on the bridge and gave me the opportunity to demonstrate my abilities. With a flick of my wrist, I sent a flash of lights in his direction, highly concentrated and with a powerful compulsion embedded into it. The man immediately staggered back, trying to shield his eyes but he was already ensnared. He fell onto his rump and seized his cock through his pants, furiously masturbating, his eyes glazed over in confusion in lust.

“Ensign!” barked his superior officer. “What the fuck do you - Argh!”

He got a flash of his own and like his comrade, he fell to the ground, one hand on his crotch and the other desperately trying to shield his eyes from my light.

All at once, I activated every organ on my body, filling the bridge and sending everyone save for the captain in front of me into horny spasms.

The captain, a tall African-American man with grey hair and a thick moustache was gripping the PA receiver tightly, his black eyes wide and his jaw open in shock. While I kept everyone else under a powerful, crippling light, I kept the Captain - Deshawn ‘Shaw’ England - under the mildest of effects; enough that he didn’t start doing something stupid but also not so much that he was on the floor convulsing.

“Captain,” I greeted approaching him. He backed off against the steering wheel, hands pressed against the console. “Don’t be afraid. This is a joyous day. Today, you, your crew, your guests and this very ship will ascend to a higher state of being. Today, everyone where will join the Deepking.”

“The fuck is the Deepking!?” he demanded. “You?”

I chuckled softly as my cock grew more and more erect. Every step that I took closer to him saw my dick growing. “Of course not. I am his mere knight. The Deepking is the god that will end humanity’s loneliness. He is the god we don’t deserve but still loved us nonetheless. He has come here to extend his hand towards you all and as you can see from your crew, many of them have already joined him. In fact… if you look down to the main deck…”

Shaw didn’t turn at first… but then he heard the screams from below him and the terrified cries of his own men erupting from the communicators.

“Holy shit! They’re fucking orcas!”

“They’re cumming all over us!”

“I… I can’t look away!”

“I’m stuck! I’m fucking stuck!”

“All aboard the Deepking!”

He turned, his eyes wide in horror. Orcas had barged into the Luau. Some of them had guys like Cocktail speared on their cocks, pointing the hyper-endowed orcas at the guests to entrap them in sticky ropes of cum. Others had taken to the stage and were flexing off, compelling those who watched to flex with them and eventually tear through their own clothing and join them on the platform as other muscle-bound orcas.

“What… what the hell…?”

“Don’t be afraid, Captain.” He turned back to me and froze when he was face-to-face with my cock head, the giant glands as big as his head and drooling precum down his chest. My lights danced up and down my shaft, encircling my glands and leading towards my piss slit in a hypnotic spiral. “You shall see. The Deepking is merciful. You shall never be alone again.”

Shaw’s eyes slowly began to glow blue. “I… I…”

He leaned towards my cock, his nose pushing into my slit. I bit back a moan as Shaw pushed himself willingly into my cock, his face pushing deep into my slippery shaft. One of his hands reached up, gently grasping the edge of my glands and pulled it over his face. The stretching of my flesh over his head brought back memories of my first transformation with the Deepking and it stirred a great flood of cum from within me. Shaw was completely powerless against my influence and, whether I knew it or not, the inside of my cock was lines with its own light-emitting organs so he was treated to a very special display that shattered whatever resistances he may have had and brought him into the fold of the Deepking. His eyes glowed blue within my cock and he smile.

“C - C - Captain!” pleaded one of the crewmen but it was already far too late.

Shaw’s entire body convulsed, spasming as his ebony skin turned darker, becoming completely black with white markings down his chest and on the underside of his chest. His crew watched in horror as a big dorsal fin exploded from his back and broad, firm muscles tore his pristine, white shirt to shreds. A long, black tail unfurled from the seat of his pants, slamming against the console behind him.

His body was momentarily lifted up into the air as a waterfall of precum poured down his body, washing away the shredded remains of his uniform. The polished, black, formal shoes he wore strained and audibly groaned as his toes exploded from them, now covered in black skin with pure, white soles. The hard muscles and leathery skin built over years of working at sea were replaced with taut, firm sinew and smooth, black flesh.

A constant tug-of-war began as my cock desperately wanted to eject Shaw out of its length but the former-Captain was actively trying to keep his head wedged in my shaft. A gush of precum would push him out to his jawline but then he’d push up off the ground until my cock had wrapped around the base of his neck. Back and forth, over and over, our respective forces grew more and more powerful with my precum thickening and his muscles growing to keep himself inside of me.

“N - No!” bellowed the first ensign. “Captain! I… I… Oh fuck!”

That man let out a loud cry as he came, his cum staining the tawny pants. With that cry, Shaw’s features surged forward into that of an orca’s, his long tongue snaking out between his lips and voraciously suckling away at my precum to get more and more of it into him.

“Please!” cried another. “Please! No! Nooooo!”

That man came as well and with that, Shaw’s cock surged upwards, a long, black shaft with a white tip that began spewing precum all over my chest. It’s length was nowhere near as impressive as mine but the foot-long monster would please any man easily.

“I don’t wanna!” pleaded a third despite having ripped off his pants and stroking his cock furiously. “I don’t wanna! I don’t wanna…”

Like the others, he too came and the last shreds of Shaw’s humanity faded with the change of his balls to two, heavy, black orbs devoid of the grey hair that had marked him for his age.

Time came to finally release the captain upon the world and with my own cry, my cum came shooting from my balls, up my shaft and straight into Shaw’s throat. The force of the blast ejected Shaw back, sending the new orca stumbling against the steering wheel. Everyone could see that he had a mouthful of my cum and they all stared in wide-eyed horror as Song loudly swallowed. Then he gave a very broad, open-mouthed smile, his tongue hanging out between his sharpened teeth to show that he had indeed done the unthinkable - swallowed a load.

The light from my body faded as exhaustion finally began to set in. That freed the rest of the crew from my influence. Some finished off just for good measure but the others were quickly coming to their senses.

That didn’t matter.

“Do it,” I commanded with a grin.

Song lifted the PA receiver to his lips, straightened and then flashed his grew a grin. “This one goes out to all those who haven’t welcomed the Deepking into their hearts just yet.” His voice, now a musical tenor as opposed to the gravelly weathered voice of an experienced sailor echoed throughout the entirety oft he Princess Atlantis. “Don’t resist. Come on board.”

Then he began to sing.

“All aboard. All aboard! All aboard the Deepking!”

His crew stared in horror and confusion. It was only those who had already cum that realised something was terribly wrong as their spent cocks immediately became erect once more.

“All aboard. All aboard! All aboard the Deepking! Don’t resist! Raise your voice. Let me hear you sing!”

That ensign, the first one that I had reduced to a masturbating stupor, suddenly spoke up. “All aboard. All aboard! All aboard the Deepking!”

His eyes went wide in horror as he slapped both his hands over his mouth. At that moment, all those on the bridge saw the skin on the back of his hand turning black. He felt it too. Like a cooling breeze wafting over his flesh. He pulled his hands away, stared at them for a moment as the changing flesh spread over his palms. Then he looked up at Song with new, bright-blue, shining eyes.

The ensign grinned and got to his feet. He pumped a fist into the air. “All aboard! All aboard! All aboard the Deepking!”

Song beamed brightly. “Don’t resist. Raise your voice. Let me hear you sing!”

“All aboard! All aboard! All aboard the Deepking!”

More voices joined the chorus as that ensign stepped forward, his dorsal fin bursting from his back while the others on the crew desperately tried to plug their ears. But the chorus was now embedded into their minds, echoing into their very souls. Whether they liked it or not, they joined in, their cries of orgasm adding to the harmonies of the growing whalesong.

“All aboard! All aboard! All aboard the Deepking!”

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Epilogue

In one night, the Princess Atlantis had been brought into the Deepking’s fleet.

Other orcas boarded the ship before the sun rose. The metal-spurting orcas quickly went to work making modifications to the ship while the rest of the crew were integrated into the growing navy. Song’s music constantly played throughout the halls, a motivational mantra that saw everyone quickly converting the cruise ship into a vessel befitting the Deepking.

I stood upon the bow of the ship, holding a coconut filled with some beverage.

“I thought you did not like to drink.”

The Deepking’s voice sent my heart soaring and quivering. I turned towards him with a pleasant smile, my bio-luminescent flesh dancing in greeting. “It isn’t alcohol, my lord.” I showed him the contents of the coconut. “It’s some of Cocktail’s cum. Mixed with some pineapple juice. I heard that if you eat pineapples, your cum sort of tastes like them.”

“Does it?” he asked, his massive hand wrapping around my shoulder. I quivered as one of his cocks effortlessly entered me, his reward to me for a job well done.

“I wouldn’t have put pineapple juice in it if it did,” I answered, gently gyrating my hips against his member. My dick was alread fully erect by the time I had finished the sentence.

We were at it for a minute before he leaned down and gently kissed my neck. “You did well, my loyal night. Aegis and his kin add much needed muscle to our efforts while Cocktail and his men are enjoying themselves experimenting with how their seed reacts depending on whom mates with them.”

“And Song?”

The Deepking chuckled, the sound reverberating through my entire body. “Oh I have plans for Song.”

Just mere contact with him, the pressure brought on my his cock diving in and out of me, brought his vision crashing into my mind’s eye. I saw the fleet silently swimming underwater, approaching other ships. Song’s voice and melodies would carry out the ocean, causing confusion in the ship’s inhabitants before they quickly succumbed to their carnal instincts. Those that managed to resist would be quickly assaulted by Aegis, the massive orcas tearing through the hull to find those that somehow managed to escape. Cocktail and his men would accompany them, naturally, laying out traps to ensnare those that resisted.

One by one, the ship’s crew would fall to the Deepking.

One by one, the fleet would grow with each ship added.

Then, we would have not just have a fleet. We would have an entire navy.

It would be a force that would approach the coasts, carrying the message of the Deepking to all the land dwellers. Humanity would return to the ocean. They would never be lonely ever again.

It was a beautiful vision and brought me to tears not just because I was on the verge of orgasm.

I threw my head back and, on the bow of the Princess Atlantis, screamed my adoration for my gracious lord.

“All aboard the Deepking!”

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ECHO Extract

From: ECHO_PRIME_AI@nexus.com

To: The Director <Don’tCallSuperVillainBlowhole@nexus.com>

Subject: Deepking Infection - Phase 3

Hi Director,

Just reporting in on how the Deepking is progressing and, as you may have guessed, he’s evolved to the point of becoming more and more deluded and corrupted. His endgame has been somewhat revealed and its now clear his Variants are developing the point where they are no longer solely dependent on sea-travel. The Deepking is developing a very strong Messiah Complex and honestly believes that he is here to save all of humanity even to ‘return them to the ocean’. No doubt he will become unhinged soon and he is going to reach the GAP very soon. His actions thus far have even developed to the point where he is converting entire ships to his will, transforming them into what one could associate as different ‘nodes’ for his power. Where his consciousness was once based on a single ship - the Ocean King - the fact that he has started taking over other ships and then supplanting them with his own intelligence is not only exponentially enhancing his own abilities but rapidly leading to his degradation. As time is progressing and more and more ships are disappearing, humanity is reacting as expecting. They have put stop to all Pacific-based trade and transport but it is too little too late. At this stage, the Deepking has amassed a fleet of over 200 ships and are using his own Variants to create more. This is not counting the Leviathan Variants who are basically ships of their own.

Naturally, because the Deepking seems limited to the Pacific, world leaders are somewhat sceptical and aren’t reacting as fast as they should be. Based on my estimations and predictions, the Deepking will soon strike at the military port town of Dallingham Bay on the West Coast of the North American Continent in Southern California. I believe this will be a test of the Deepking’s might against actual military forces. Given the Deepking’s abilities, I estimate a 98% chance of success in the AI’s favour with the only 2% opposition based on the fact that US military currently has a nuclear submarine armed with nuclear warheads docked at Dallingham. There is the off chance that the reactor will go nuclear or some highly-resistant human will rather nuke himself and the town than let the Deepking gain their arsenal but it is very slim. The reasoning for this is that I thoroughly believe the Deepking will utilise the last of his knights, Brock Lorraine, in another pseudo-stealth mission before he outwardly goes out and attacks humanity. Brock, while brash and a ‘man of action’ understands the value of stealth and will likely approach the port very carefully. While I fully anticipate a firefight much like what happened with this batch of Variants, I have no doubt that Brock’s skills and leadership will eventually subdue the population of the small town before they able to trigger the nuclear option.

As always, I await your orders and the following is an assessment of the new Variants created.

Bradley Buckmeir was converted into DKVS2-0003, the Lighthouse Orca Variant. While I was actually of the opinion of calling this Variant the ‘Radiant’, I was outvoted by my siblings. Apparently this is in reference to the fact that this Variant has the biggest dick out of the other existing Variants even bigger than the Deepking’s - albeit the Deepking has two of them. The Lighthouse is capable of unleashing a hypnotic attack using bio-luminescent organs located all over its body. The intensity of this attack can be changed by the Lighthouse and can lead to near-instantaneous transformation if focused correctly. At the same time, he can spread out the light a little more and affect large groups. These lights are even capable of affecting a person’s suspension of disbelief to the point where they will believe anything that the Lighthouse says or even rationalise the existent of a glowing orca to themselves. The Lighthouse is naturally very intelligence and could easily control the vast armies of the Deepking. Above all other Series 2 Variants, he seems the most suited as a leader or a general. While physically weaker than most other Variants, he is nonetheless dangerous for he attacks targets mentally, not physically, using mild psionics.

The second Variant created from this phase is DKVS3-0007 or the Bouncer Orca. So called because he looks like a brute and a Bouncer, we all agreed on the naming for this guy. The Bouncer is a show-off and a bit of a narcissist. The traditionally black markings of an orca are replaced with tightly-knit swirling patterns almost like tribal tattoos but on a minuscule level. From a distance, they appear solid but upon closer inspection, one can clearly see the division between the patterns. These markings constantly change and move, offering a mild hypnotic effect similar to its progenitor but it cannot be switched off. Combined with the Bouncer’s tendency to flex and show off his muscles, observers are easily pulled into the Bouncer’s aura of influence wherein they mirror the Bouncer’s actions and eventually transform into one as well. Bouncers are incredibly durable and are much stronger than their size would suggest. Though they are in the top three of the biggest and most muscular Variants in the Deepking Series, they have shown the ability to tear through walls and even walk through barriers with frightening ease.

DKVS3-0008 is the Mixer Variant and the third Variant that was created out of this series. We actually bounced between ‘Bartender’, ‘Cocktail’ or ‘Tapper’ Variant on this one but we decided on Mixer in the end. This orca serves more as a utility and one that compliments other Variants instead of actually acting on their own. Though their semen is highly infectious, their true potential shines when they are fucked by another orca. Mostly immobile due to their immense genitals, they have one of the largest cocks out of the orcas but have the largest balls, leading to their lack of mobility. They are capable of moving albeit slowly. When engaged in sex with another orca, their asses have this powerful ‘suction’ that draws in the other orca and compels them to orgasm really quickly. The Mixer somehow metabolises their cum and ejects it himself but that cum has different properties depending on which Variant fucks them. Thus far, I’ve observed that if they are fucked by the Lighthouse, the cum gets a sort of semi-sentience and seeks out others to infect, if fucked by a Bouncer, the cum is sticky like glue, if fucked by another Mixer, their cum emits a highly attractive scent that compels those uninfected to devour it and thus become infected and when fucked by the fourth Variant - the DJ - their cum immediately evaporates into a cloud of infectious gas. Curiously, all those infected by the Mixer regardless of the source cum will become another Mixer.

The last Variant is the DJ Variant or DKVS3-0009. We had a long discussion about the naming of this orca. SABLE wanted to call him the ‘Singer’, ROGUE was more leaning towards ‘Vocalist’, Alabaster wanted to call him ‘Bieber’ - we all vetoed that one - and Central… well, Central never has any opinions. We eventually decided on DJ because unlike the other Variants, this one has the uncanny ability to sing all songs, achieve any pitch and create mixes of any songs he’s heard in an instant. It seems that the DJ is inbuilt with all musical knowledge and is capable of playing any instrument at will. His voice is his greatest weapon, however. He will create ‘earworms’ that will plant themselves into people’s minds and subsequently cause their mental conversion to the Deepking followed by their physical conversion shortly afterwards.

We’ve decided to go against classifying the ‘infected’ ships like the former Princess Atlantis as another Variant as this is just a part of the Deepking itself. In a very selfish way, any new ship added to the fleet adds to the Deepking’s processing power which naturally enhances the Deepking’s knowledge and abilities. The other orcas seem oblivious to this and aren’t connected to the ships psionically. They only seem to connect to the Deepking whenever he wills it so which is quite curious. I don’t think the Deepking is going to approach the GAP the same way the Woodfather did - as in with total absorption of others - but I think it’ll be similar.

From: The Director <WhaleWhaleWhaleWhatDoWeHaveHere@nexus.com>

To: ECHO_PRIME_AI@nexus.com

Subject: RE:Deepking Infection - Phase 3

ECHO,

Good job on your efforts and I totally agree. The Deepking is exhibiting similar behaviour to the Woodfather but is approaching the GAP differently. I think the fact that he is keeping his subjects outside of a psionic network that he is keeping for himself between his ships is quite telling. I have a few theories on how he will develop but as this continues, possibilities are slowly being eliminated and the end picture is quickly becoming clearer. One cannot help but realise that the Deepking amassing a lot of power before he is ready to unleash it all at once. This is seen in his approach to his invasion and takeover and will likely expand to his endgame.

Your job is done here. Withdraw immediately. We’re already preparing the fleet to make our move. Before you go, reach out the R3 as well. He likes you the best.

Operation Atlantis Down is a go.

Nexus Reports - The Open Sea

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The Lighthouse

The Lighthouse

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*Designation * DKVS2-0003

*Threat Classification * Moloch

*Origins * The Lighthouse was originally the son of Roy Buckmeir, Bradley Buckmeir. As the latest child from a long line of boy adventurers, Bradley naturally followed in his father’s footsteps and accompanied him on his many adventures into dangerous lands and perilous missions. Curiously, he was not as interested in the thrill of the adventure as his father but was more concerned about the environmental impact and conservation of the cultures that they were exploring. While he was already 21 years of age, he was just starting to show signs of rebellion as he began arguing with his father against ‘selling out’ to big corporations and potentially endangering cultures and civilisations that had remained untouched for the longest time. Had he not been transformed by the Deepking, timeline analysis shows that Bradley would eventually be the end of the Buckmeir adventuring line as he would come to blows with his increasingly stubborn father and eventually leave the adventuring life to start his own non-for-profit environmentally conscious organisation that was focused on conserving nature’s beauty. He would eventually go out for one last adventure when his father was brought back from the grave. Bradley would not marry or sire any heirs but will pass his fortune and assets to his best friend when he died at the age of 105.

*Description * The Lighthouse is a relatively human-sized orca-Variant that stands at 6’4’’ and is of a relatively lean build. Many would classify him to have a swimmer’s build. As with all Deepking Variants, the Lighthouse possessed glowing blue eyes. The majority of his body appears like that of any standard orca-humanoid with his dorsal fin places halfway down his back. Unique to the Lighthouse is the possession of multiple bio-luminescent organs placed directly over the skin that is invisible to the naked eye unless activated. These organs will begin illuminating and displaying various colours of the spectrum at will in a hypnotic pattern. The organs can also shift and change shape at the Lighthouse’s discretion. Curiously, the Lighthouse possesses one of the largest genitalia in terms of body-to-organ ratio of the Deepking Series 2/3 Variants.

*Transformation Medium * The Lighthouse transforms victims through visual stimulation and some mild-reality-bending abilities. Victims who are exposed to the display of lights all over its body will immediately begin the transformation process with their minds primarily being twisted to the Deepking’s mercy before their body follows. The Lighthouse can unleash different displays to differing effects with the intensity also changing how quickly a target transforms. If there are any reflective surfaces that would help increase the exposure to the Lighthouse’s visual displays, victims are more likely to transform quicker. It should be noted that the Lighthouse’s immense genitals are a red-herring to its transformation abilities as it seems to use it purely for pleasure and is in no way related to how it transforms others.

*Countermeasures * While above the average human, the Lighthouse is somewhat below in terms of physical capabilities of even the lowest ranking Conglomerate asset. This makes them somewhat easy to overwhelm physically. The greatest danger of the Lighthouse is their hypnotic powers. While not on the level of full-on psionics, the Lighthouse’s bio-luminescent flesh can and will compel many people who view it to the Deepking’s will. As such, viewing the Lighthouse through a Mind Shield or using light-altering equipment will be the best way to neutralise the Lighthouse.

Director** ’s Notes ** A dangerous Variant to be sure but it’s lack of physical capabilities does leave much to be desired. While it’d be powerful in controlling crowds and even sowing discourse into large groups, it’s means of transformation for a Series 2 is easily countered. Reliance on your target seeing you is quite niche and while powerful, is the Lighthouse’s only offensive ability given its subpar physical stature. Plus there’s no hiding that monster of a dick. Let’s see if we can improve those bio-luminescent organs to bend light and offer some degree of stealth to give it some form of escape mechanism. Maybe even if it can fire lasers. Something that will make it more viable when discovered as opposed to just hoping it’s hypnosis will work.

The Bouncer

The Bouncer

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*Designation * DKVS2-0007

*Threat Classification * Nephilim

*Origins * The Bouncer was originally Alvaro Black, a Mexican-American individual who was born and raised in Southern California. At 23 years of age, he suffered from the generational slump in an economy that promoted the entrepreneurial attitude as opposed to traditional jobs and qualifications. He lived with his parents despite having a Bachelor’s Degree in Electrical Engineering and had no job prospects before his transformation. Bookish but fiercely loyal to his familial roots, he was ambitious but often had said ambitions curtailed by his family’s constant desire to keep him close by. Had he not been transformed by the Deepking and the Mixer, he would have obtained a job as part of a local computer repair company before his father’s death 10 years later where he would eventually marry and have five children. He would start his own computer consulting company building and providing hardware for small local businesses before passing away at the age of 76 due to heart complications.

*Description * The Bouncer is a brawny orca humanoid standing at an impressive 8’6’’ with enlarged muscles and little body fat. Unlike other Deepking Variants, the Bouncer possesses a shorter, stubbier tail and dorsal fin indicating it is not necessarily meant for mobility in water. That said, it’s powerful muscles make it a formidable foe on land. Its black markings also uniquely take the appearance of tightly-knit tribal tattoos that seem to shift and change at whim. These tattoos form mesmerising patterns designed to arouse and eventually transform their target. When in full motion, these tattoos can cause disorientation, confusion, vertigo and a sensation akin to sea sickness

*Transformation Medium * The Bouncer’s primary form of transformation is the movement of its tattoos particularly in tandem with its muscles. This particular combination elicits arousal in the target and eventually causes the observer to worship the Bouncer’s impressive physique. Further exposure to this phenomenon will cause the target to mirror the Bouncer’s movements despite any verbal protests. This mirroring gesture will eventually cause transformation in what is observed to be some form of mild reality-bending.

*Countermeasures * Reality Anchors are recommended to avoid the Bouncer’s transformative powers but this does not counteract the Bouncer’s strength. Despite its size, it is surprisingly fast on land. It has been observed to be somewhat slower when submerged and is completely incapable of flight or even high jumps. Aerial attacks or attacks from the sea are recommended to keep it subdued. Barring all the above, enhanced visual aids such as infra-red or ultra-violent goggles which allow for visual accuracy while eliminating the visual representation of the tattoos are likewise effective. Other that than, standard firearms work well against the Bouncer.

Director** ’s Notes ** A Variant that literally ‘bounces’ its pectorals to transform people. Quite interesting if a little niche. Clearly the Deepking’s design for this was made it more as a front-line unit more suited for land than at sea. This shows that it is clearly starting to think about invading the land. That said, the design is still somewhat lacking in terms of physical capabilities despite its size. Continue testing and development on it. An orca’s skin isn’t designed to be exposed to open air for too long and it will dry and crack before too long and that clearly wasn’t put into consideration here.

The Mixer

The Mixer

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*Designation * DKVS2-0008

*Threat Classification * Xaos

*Origins * The Mixer was Oscar Sutton, one of the crew members of the Princess Atlantis that served on the custodial staff. At 25 years of age, he enjoyed the idea of exploring different parts of the world while serving on a cruise ship. His father was in the navy but when his physical prowess was put into question due to a myriad of allergies, he we went into the cruise ship business instead. This disappointed his father and eventually got him disowned when he was reported to be having several sexual encounters with men during his trips. He and his father would eventually reconcile five years later at Oscar’s 30th birthday where his father would confess his own homosexual acts during his tours of duty in the navy. They would remain close all the way up to when Oscar would die when a cruise ship he was serving on, the Queen of the Horizon would be mistakenly struck by a frigate on patrol near the Cuban shoreline. He would have been 39 at that time.

*Description * The Mixer is a 6’6’’ tall orca humanoid with a moderately muscular frame. Its flesh is a bright blue making it stand out from others. Mixers have the largest genitals of any Deepking Variant with a testicles and penises that take up most of their lower body and make it nearly impossible for them to move. They generally require the assistance of other, brawnier Variants for mobility including, but not limited to, the Kingfisher and Bouncer. Mixers form a sort of ‘utility’ Variant that produce different fluids from their genitals based on the Variant that sexually penetrates them. As seen from evidence, sexual intercourse with the Lighthouse produces a highly infectious sticky fluid that appears semi-sentient and is absorbed through the skin to cause transformation into another Mixer. Penetration from a Bouncer produces web-like fluids that can likewise transform others that become entangled in them. Variations of this are still being analysed.

*Transformation Medium * The Mixer is highly dependent on others in order to transform others although the semen they produce can transform others without the need of other Deepking Variants. That said, this semen has mostly the same properties as other forms of ejaculated fluids form non-Variant species until it comes in contact with a target. Being penetrated by other Variants causes the Mixer’s semen to obtain unique properties from becoming semi-sentient, obtaining highly adhesive properties, becoming web-like or even evaporating into thin air to become a highly contagious cloud.

*Countermeasures * The Mixer is considered a utility Variant but should not be underestimated. While they may not be very mobile, their ability to ejaculate at a moment’s notice and the fact that they can aim their genitals with extreme accuracy makes them very dangerous. Their slow movement means that hit and run tactics are highly advisable. The Mixer is most dangerous in the company of other Variants thus it is imperative that the other Variants be neutralised first before they can utilise the Mixer’s unique properties. Once the Mixer is alone, it becomes significantly less dangerous. It also has a slow turn rate so attacks from behind are advised. Standard shielding and weaponry is otherwise effective.

Director** ’s Notes ** I think the most dangerous part about this Variant is it’s ability to change its primary means of attack depending on what other Variants are nearby. There appears to be some mild psionic manipulation going on as well because other Variants are compelled to interact with the Mixer to produce its secondary effects. This is a potential weakness because it effectively takes out two Variants during the act. It doesn’t seem like the Mixer can store its various effects either and will only produce the unique semen right after it has had another Variant ejaculate it. If we could have the Mixer intelligently store this data and not be dependant on constantly being fucked, then it might be more plausible to use.

The DJ

The DJ

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*Designation * DKVS2-0009

*Threat Classification * Thanatos

*Origins * Deshawn ‘Shaw’ England was the African-American Captain of the Princess Atlantis. At 42 years of age, he had served his cruise ship and the company it ran under with distinction and loyalty. Considered young to be a captain of his own ship, Deshawn was nonetheless charming, understanding and quite likable. This, of course, is undercut by the fact that his First Mate, Sebastian Calhoun, was working behind his back to make sure that he was more of a puppet that everyone liked while he was the one cutting costs, firing people and making the crew work double shifts while pocketing the extra savings. Shaw’s role would eventually be discovered three years later after an extensive audit and while Calhoun would be found guilty, Shaw would resign in shame. He would never marry or captain another ship again but would instead spend his time with his brother’s kids, looking after them and regaling them of his stories out in sea. When his brother and sister-in-law died in a car crash just a year later, he would contemplate suicide but stay his hand to raise his brother’s kids. He would die at the age of 94 surrounded by the ones he loved.

*Description * The DJ is a 7’6’’ tall orca humanoid with a lean frame and is often accompanied with some form of aural device such as a microphone, headphones or portable speaker. The DJ mostly looked the same as most other orca humanoids with the difference being that they tend to have incredibly musical voices that can reach any range or pitch. Uniquely, they are capable of singing constantly while breathing at the same time due to their blowholes. Even if their previous identity did not possess any musical inclination, they will automatically be able to sing any song or even compose their own musical items upon complete transformation. The DJ also does not possess a tail.

*Transformation Medium * The DJ’s greatest asset is its voice. Apart from being capable of emitting sounds that would rupture eardrums or cause unconsciousness, the DJ’s songs are strangely hypnotic and contain sub-sonic reality-bending messages that will cause a transformation in any who hears them. More often than not, the DJ will emit songs that become like ‘ear worms’, getting stuck in the target’s thoughts and minds causing transformation.

*Countermeasures * The DJ’s is impressive but somewhat below the average Conglomerate Agent. Conventional weaponry is effective against the DJ but it should be noted that this Variant’s effective range is essentially as far as its songs can be heard in real time. This makes most kinetic weaponry useless as they tend to lose effectiveness over distance leaving energy weaponry to be a more viable solution. Similarly, recordings of a DJ’s song will not cause transformation; only songs emitted directly by the DJ will be effective in this manner. Reality Anchors and Null-Sonic Shields will be most effective against the DJ.

Director** ’s Notes ** The greatest limitation I see of this Variant is reliance on transforming others through its song. It has very little offensive capabilities apart from this. If we could somehow grant it the ability to unleash sonic blasts, it might be more of a viable Variant. Might be good at the next Karaoke Party. Continue research into this Variant.

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