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The Acts of the Depraved

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Growly

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Kate changed her look up again, though those at the sanctuary, who saw her running events and talks about the big cats, knew it was just a quirk of the “sanctuary owner." Truth be told, she was not so much of a public face there anymore, preferring to take her leave of the spotlight to indulge herself even more.

The sanctuary, after all, had expanded far beyond big cats, housing ocelots, some fish, foxes – many more species still. No one knew that the animals that they saw there, every last one of them, had once been actual human beings, that in one, twisted laboratory, science had taken a leap far beyond the realm of anything that anyone could ever have anticipated. Changing one body into another, of course, took a lot of care and consideration, but the people who transformed, of course, didn't have a say in the matter.

That was what made it fun for Kate. A willing victim… She would have bored of people like that too swiftly.

She paused before the mirror on the way out of her new rental apartment. She had paid off the management, so there was no trail of where she had lived left behind either. Best to be discreet, just in case anyone did notice. Yet it was not as if anyone was ever going to believe what she had been doing, the people she had been transforming.

It was not exactly in the realm of “normal science," to say the least of it, and her confidence in her own abilities, over the years, had soared.

With her hair dyed a dark brown and a pair of glasses with a black frame balanced on her nose, she applied a sheen of pale pink lipstick in a shade that set off the hue of her skin. She was looking better than ever and yet there was no one there with her to appreciate it.

Such a shame. She'd find some new people to play with, in that case.

And she had been watching Raul for some time, as was the case with every victim that she targeted. He was a man in late middle-age, with brown hair and the beginnings of a bald spot at the top, even though he tried to hide the fact that his hairline was receding. A typical human, too concerned with their outward appearance to pay attention to more important things in life.

He should have paid attention to the person who was there at the aquarium for several days, though Kate was quiet, always looking like she was doing research, even reading and studying. Sometimes, she sipped coffee at the attached café and watched him on his lunch break too. That was fun, quite often so. The mundane nuances of human life fascinated her.

How could she break those nuances? Oh, it would always be ever so delightful to watch someone crumble before her, broken into dust, screaming for relief, for release, even the freedom of death. Of course, Kate had no interest in understanding animalistic screams. Even their words had been stolen.

“Here you go, dear, watch your step…"

He helped his wife down a small step, Susan rolling her eyes and clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth, though there was a small smile tugging subtly at the corner of her lips too. She liked it, his attention, even if she pretended to be embarrassed and not need it.

If she had not been lying in wait for them, Kate would have rolled her eyes. Idiots.

They didn't know what they were about to lose and had never even appreciated it for themselves anyway.

She knew them all: Raul, of course, was the one who had captured her attention at the beginning, the newest victim that she had chosen for herself. His wife was Susan, typically about the same as him, a little pudgy but Kate did not much care for human body types: that was why she had a liking for transformation, putting everyone in a more suitable skin. He seemed to be with his son, Keith, who was back from university in his final year of studying. The two that Kate had not expected to be there, but knew of, were Rhea and Earl: Raul's mother and father.

Hm…

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Her eyes gleamed and she dug her teeth lightly into her lower lip, delight dancing within her. Oh, she was going to have fun with all of them, so much fun!

After hours, she had known that he'd be working late, but it seemed he was the only one there, besides security. And they had already been drugged, fed a concoction from a tray of cupcakes that transformed them into cockroaches, scuttling around the grotty depths of the aquarium building, trapped that way until their dying day. So, they weren't going to be a problem and, with no bodies to find, no one would ever uncover what had happened to the security guards too.

She waited, listening carefully, shifting her weight in her shoes and flexing her toes, spreading them out softly. All she had to do was wait, for he seemed to be giving a private tour to his family and not solely taking care of some work after hours.

“Here, we have some new sharks in – well, dogfish, but you always loved them when you were younger, Keith…"

The younger man, Keith, smiled faintly, though turned away, pretending to be studying the piranhas as they moved through the freshwater section of the aquarium, a light glow illuminating the tanks.

“Heh, yeah…" He agreed, a little embarrassed, clearly, to have that brought up, though Keith was only with his family. “Yeah, I really liked them."

Keith didn't know at all just how up close and personal he was going to get with a shark soon enough, though Kate wasn't going to tell any of them just what she had in mind, oh no. The fun part was catching them off-guard when they least expected it, watching the horror and shock twist across their expressions, breaking them down in the lure of transformation.

But she had to hold back, staying in the shadows and holding her breath when the music quieted, no longer needed now that there were no visitors there. The silence was almost more eerie than the atmospheric music that played throughout the entire aquarium building. Her skin crawled in anticipation, yet it was only when they entered a back room of the aquarium, a staff only area that the public were not allowed to enter, that she prepared the darts, loaded with her special transformation serums.

Of course, she grabbed a couple of extra ones for Earl and Rhea too, the oldest of the family. She wouldn't have wanted to leave them out when everyone else was going to transform as planned by her…

“Oh, we'll be moving the dogfish into this tank," Raul explained, gesture at a large tank on a wheeled platform in the centre of the room, “when we need to examine them. Until then, they're resting, but we can take a quick peek, as long as we're quiet… And then we can head down to see the nurse sharks, perhaps the tiger sharks too?"

Keith shivered a little at that. Everyone knew tiger sharks had a deadly reputation, though, in the wild, that was mostly due to human beings encroaching on their territory. He put down the uneasy feeling in his stomach to being a little nervous around the sharks, even though he still wanted to see them. How could he possibly be so fascinated by them and still anxiously respectful? He didn't quite know still how the two things could exist alongside one another.

It wasn't up to him to worry, however, for he was completely unaware that his fate was already decided for him, as he stood before the van-sized glass tank. He didn't even know how they hoped to move it on the wheels, but he supposed it could be moved with machinery too that they had in the aquarium, at least without having to take the occupant from one tank to another. He wondered if he should ask his father about it.

“Ouch…"

Grumbling, he rubbed the back of his neck, his hand brushing against something small and hard that fell off and rattled to the floor. It didn't feel like an insect had bit him, though dizziness swept through Keith instantly, the flickering water and lines of light twisting through it suddenly too much for his eyes.

“Keith? Keith!"

His father lunged for him, but it was too late as everyone else too gasped and jumped, Kate's darts sinking into their skin. She even managed to get one into Raul's back, in a mockery of a fin, sticking out where it had no business belonging.

Raul grunted, though he couldn't stop himself from crashing to the ground, feeling like he wanted to thrash but with his limbs so jerky and out of control that he couldn't do so. He gasped, his mouth open wide, blood roaring in his ears, the din of the others screaming and crying out in the room around him too much too. Only Earl, his father, remained upright, though he hunched over terribly and Rhea leaned into him, lower and lower to the ground as they slumped together.

What… What's going on?

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Even Raul's thoughts came slowly, sluggishly, as if he was dredging them through the mud of the freshwater Amazonian tank, housing brilliant and bright fish from the rainforest rivers. Everything swirled and pulled, the undertow dragging him under, and he gaped like a fish out of water as a pair of black boots entered his vision.

Those didn't belong to his family.

“I see my darts are taking effect," a strange woman said, standing above him, her hair dark, though her figure was blurry. “Relax. It'll all be over soon. Well, it'll be over as soon as I say it's over, no more and no less than that."

She paused, looking down at him with what Raul thought was a pitying expression.

“I am Kate. You will listen to me now, always."

“Guuuuhhhhhrrrrrhhhhhlllll…"

He tried to talk, but the cry that broke his lips was not anything that a human would ever make, most certainly not, Raul quailing in horror from what he had become. Something was different, something was very, very wrong – and he didn't know what to do about it, his arms and legs jerking back and forth, in time with one another, as if he had lost control of his body.

A dart? Had he been shot with something?

Raul blinked, trying to clear his vision as his body pooled in coolness. It was as if seawater was spreading through him, filling him up from the inside out, like a natural spring – yet those two different water sources didn't make sense together, oh no. But it was okay, because all those thoughts were in the privacy of his own mind and no one else had access to them. Any embarrassment that Raul felt at the inadequacies of his own mind would pale in comparison to the tentative horror of what Kate would do to them all.

A shame he didn't know anything about that, or had not even tried to run when he'd had the chance.

“I'll not be on camera either," she said, smiling darkly down to the family as the serums took effect. “The guards are…otherwise occupied, shall we say? Probably eating shit off the floor."

Raul flinched – or would have done so if he had possessed even a modicum of control over his body still. Something dark and horrifying pulled at him, blinking rapidly, yet his eyes strained wider and wider, feeling like his eyeballs were bulging. It was a highly disconcerting sensation and left him wanting to rub and push at his eyeballs, yet it was just a shift in what they could perceive that altered them.

That was not the worst of it, not by far. Raul locked into his own experience as his whole body squeezed in, like he was being forced into a set of clothes that was too tight for his flesh. Yet there was no fabric or even elastic cutting into his body or digging in anywhere – his clothes pooled loosely around him, his work uniform flapping lightly. Dimly, he was aware of a laugh, yet it paled in comparison to his own experience, his legs stiffer and duller and heavier.

Could he move them? Panic pulled at him, but Raul couldn't stop himself from trying to thrash as he shrunk, his head slipping back into the neck of his polo shirt, dipping lower and lower. He had never seen the aquarium from the angle of lying on the floor and his stomach lurched, jaws agape.

“Oh, you do seem to be struggling…" Kate crooned. “Here, let me tell you… You like the sharks, yes? Like your son?"

“Guuullllrrrrhhhhlllll…"

He gurgled again, the strangled cry coming with a distinct lack of oxygen as fear clawed at his spine. His arms shrank, softer as they flattened out a little more, bones simply feeling like they were melting within him, lacking the substance that had given his form its basic framework before. But that was impossible, surely?

A nightmare… A drug… It's got to be one of those, this can't be real, this really fucking can't be real…

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He was not the kind of man to swear but Raul could never have imagined being pushed to such extremes that he would have to consider where the line between reality and horror lay, what was true and what could not possibly be true.

“You don't have any sandbar sharks here yet," Kate said, squatting down conversationally as he shrank and muddled down to roughly five feet. “And…well…you'll still have some growing to do. Did you know that a full-grown adult can reach seven and a half feet long? Ah, I wanted to give you a body that you could really grow into, you know?"

She laughed again and he thrashed, yet his arms were tiny, smudged down against his sides, his flesh darkening to a sandy grey shade. He knew that colour and yet he refused to acknowledge it, even as she pulled his clothes from him, freeing his body from the mess of cloth, the tangle of it apparently no longer required for him.

Raul tried to scream, but he could not even see his family as his legs fused, naked from head to toe and not even able to take stock of that revelation. Every thrash seemed to come with a new wave of weakness swamping him, drowning him, gaping and fighting to even get a full breath into his lungs. It was wrong, so wrong, yet his body had already been shoved brutally into survival mode, his mind working on the dregs of energy that had been left to him.

Everything in his body… It was wrong. He was so dull, so slow, so heavy. He felt like he was thrashing but he could barely jerk around, helpless to the extreme.

Never before had he envisioned just how his body could betray him like that.

His jaws hung open, aching furiously, but his legs slipped together, sticking, fusing. No, no, no – it was wrong! He shouldn't…

“A shark. Yes, Raul."

She sounded as if she was impatient with him, though Raul could not honestly imagine just why a woman like her, someone who sought to use and abuse, could be impatient. The true horror of his body changing and being forced to bear through the sensations of such was only just settling into him, though Raul had not yet seen the rest of his family.

He wasn't even sure that he wanted to, not as his heart beat more and more desperately.

“Look… I'll show you what you probably teach silly people about when they come here."

Kate ran her finger down his back, tickling a bump protruding from his spine.

“A dorsal fin. You do know about that, don't you, Raul? You should… You're going to have one, a nice, big one that helps you cut through the water. Feel how your legs are losing their bone – that's because sandbar sharks, or any sharks, for that matter, don't need that bone. Legs aren't necessary. But your spine…hm… I've never dealt with someone whose spine had to elongate down into the flesh of a tail before…"

She mused and Raul twisted, his belly on the floor, the cool hardness of the ground hardly reassuring to him at all. He wasn't where he needed to be, not as his spine ached and creaked, stretching down and down and down into the flesh where his legs had completely fused together. And yet they were not entirely gone, a little nub remaining, maybe around the level of his hips. Did that mean his legs could come back? His heart soared and he turned away from the strange woman, the operator of his fate, as if he hoped, even then, that there was some way that the horror show could be reverted.

Maybe.

He couldn't stop hoping.

“Ah, and these…" She ran her finger around those little bumps around his sandy-grey hips, a smile tugging at her lips. “I do so love how the body makes use of every last little piece of flesh in transformations, don't you too?"

He didn't. Not in the slightest.

“Your pectoral fins." She sounded glassy and far away, as if she was seeing something different in his body than, honestly, Raul did. “Mm… Just how they throb and swell under my fingers… Let them rise, Raul. You're going to be able to make tight turns in the water with these."

He didn't want to. He never wanted to. Raul admired sharks but that didn't mean, to him, that he'd ever even entertained the idea of being one!

Raul gurgled, throat working, lungs closing up, as if the pressure of the air around him was too much. He could still take some air into his lungs, though it didn't feel natural anymore, not at all, not as she ran her hand down his body and gripped his thick, meaty tail.

“Your feet are becoming the tail fins," she said, though Raul didn't need that part explaining to him. “So big… So fine… No wonder sandbar sharks are such a wonderful species, so important to the natural ecosystem."

He shuddered bodily, a ripple running through him mentally. Was the sick pervert going to throw him in the ocean or something? He hadn't considered, nor would have thought to think of, what was going to happen to him, so caught up in the moment that he had not realised that there was more to it.

He groaned as his spine cracked again, stretching down and down into his tail. Oh, he wished it would stop, everything numb, everything dark – though Raul could not have honestly said that he was wishing for death either. It was just pain, white-hot and blistering, even the inability to take a full breath of air clawing at his lungs, raking them out as if another shark, perhaps, was snapping at him, ripping and tearing at his flesh. The comparison leapt easily to his mind and still Raul let out a gurgling groan.

In his pain, struggling to bear through as the numb swathes of his flesh were treated to the sensation of being, literally, a fish out of water, but his family didn't suffer a better fate.

Even though Raul could not see right then, his son transformed. Ah, but Keith was to match him, even though Keith did not realise it at that time. He'd taken a knock to his head when he fell down, dizzy and sprawling, though none of that mattered as his transformation mostly followed the same pattern as his father's.

His legs, however, did not fuse in that slow sticking together of flesh and skin, peeling into one another like a fruit being slipped back into its skin. Keith shuddered, breathing in short, sharp pants of breath, though he couldn't get all the air into his lungs that he needed as his neck itched fiercely. Only later would Kieth see that those were gills forming on his body.

After all, a sandbar shark didn't need to breathe air, but filtered the oxygen from the water to take what it needed.

His legs kicked out weakly, loose and floppy as they slowly transformed into the pelvic fins. He was to be larger than his father, even though they did not quite know why yet, as his skin turned that shade of grey, sandy with a touch of one thing that had given the shark species its name, along with their natural habitat. His spine stretched, cracking and crunching, though he couldn't grunt and couldn't groan.

Every sound that he wanted to make felt as if they were trapped inside his body, too deep to even be let out in any way. He twisted and panted, though his body was strong enough to survive with only a little air for some time, even if he would be relieved, eventually, to be dunked into the tank of water when Kate finally had mercy on him.

His clothes softened and pooled around him, the neck of his shirt too tight as his neck thickened, blending his head into the shape of his body, losing human definition and gaining a shark-like one instead. His spine extended more and more, swelling out, further and further, yet it was not something that his body ever had been designed to encompass. He groaned and grunted, twisting and rocking his body from side to side, his new tail thrashing, flesh swelling into the shape of a tail fin, extending above and below the spire of his tail.

Keith didn't need to know what was happening, not as his ears shrunk and flattened in against his head, allowing him still to hear, though he would forever perceive the world differently as a shark and not a man. Yet there would never be any going back for him, no – and not for any of the family.

He was fortunate enough to grow claspers, which were the delivery system of sperm, in a male shark, and an extension of the pectoral fins. If the claspers were absent, a shark was female – and that applied across a range of different species. He trembled, the strange, pulling sensation aching deeply through him, as if his flesh was being stretched. It didn't feel right, just another new part of him that Keith would have to let settle, though the sense of inherent wrongness and deep, throbbing pain from his body manipulating itself through the woman's depraved serum remained.

Raul fared no better, his face bulging and cracking into the shape of a shark, his jaws thick and unwieldy. It was so big, his jaw, though it didn't come smoothly, the lower jaw extending out first and his teeth cracking into sharp, triangular monsters. Every one was fearsome in its own right, though sandbar sharks were not typically a species that was aggressive to humanity. If he had been faced with one in open water, he would not have been all that thrilled to deal with the outcome.

The upper jaw crinkled, little reverberations spreading through his skull and down his spine, further and further, his tail trying to flick back and forth with new muscle. No legs… Well, he could feel them, able to move them very slightly, though it was more in how they pressed against the floor that Raul perceived them.

“What a lovely pair of pelvic fins…" Kate murmured, rubbing them gently with the tip of one finger. “I think you are coming along very well… Can you talk, dear Raul? Oh, that name will not suit you anymore. We'll have to think of a new one for you."

Raul twisted, thrashing, gaping. He gurgled, trying to move his tongue, but he didn't have the function of that anymore. A shark, after all, didn't need to use a tongue to clean their teeth or even to push food to the back of their mouth to swallow. It was entirely different anatomy that he was going to have to learn to deal with, whether he had ever even considered the notion of being a shark or not.

It didn't matter. Nothing mattered except surviving, even as his meaty tail swung back and forth, his genitals smoothing back down into his body. It was as if they had never existed, a slit remaining, yet Raul still felt something there, as if there was something contained within his body, something sensitive.

“You're a female now," Kate said, taking a deep, shuddering sigh that sounded quite as if she was relishing in the moment. “How does that feel, Raul? Does it feel different? How does it feel to lose both your humanity and your sex? Oh, but gender is an entirely different concept…"

There was so much she could do to play with her victims, yet Raul gurgled and tried to scream. He… He was male. He wasn't female! How could Kate just say that he was different like that? Raul reeled from it, though the gut punch of pain was not over yet, moaning openly with no sound leaving him.

Sharks didn't make sounds like that. So, as much as he heaved and thrashed, his tail thwapping against the side of the tank, Raul couldn't do what he needed to do.

His vision blurred, becoming that of a shark's, though they had surprisingly good eyesight. The bulging press of his eyeballs was not pleasant in the slightest, yet he twisted and shuddered at the sight of another shark – one that looked to be a sandbar shark, just like him.

His heart sank. He… He really was a shark, wasn't he? It had to be his son, the last strands of hair floating away from Keith's head as he lost his humanity, a twisted, monstrous creature that would never again be the true image of his son.

Susan, Raul's wife, struggled, twisting, gaping, her clothes falling loosely around her, slicking down a body that felt wet, somehow. That couldn't be right, however, the woman not truly present in reality as she transformed. At first, she put it down to her taking a knock on the head, her active mind refusing to accept or even acknowledge what was happening to her.

Yet that did not stop her body from shrinking and shrinking, from squeezing in brutally on itself, her body slimy, slippery, wet in a way that it very much should not have been. She heaved, head pounding, yet her bones melted away and her arms and legs pulled back up to her body, simply as if they were not needed anymore.

It was as if her body was a blob of material and substance that was set to be moulded, forced to shift into another shape. A fine rose from her back, long and slender, her body darkening as silver-blue scales lined her sides.

Susan didn't have to know that she was transforming into a cleaner wrasse, for the loss of humanity in her transformation would be the most grotesque of all, small enough to be easily used and abused. Yet she was not one who would face the worst torture out of them all.

Truthfully, it was all relative. Everyone would think what they experienced personally was the worst – because Kate had designed everything to be the worst for them all, as individuals and as a collection.

Kate just had to improvise a little when it came to Earl and Rhea…but that would not be all that bad. She already had something deliciously devious in mind.

A cleaner wrasse had an important place in the ecosystem of the ocean, but Susan would have no such important place in the world. Just a small fish designed to clean larger fish, feeding of the scraps of their meals and what they ate from their fish-scaled bodies. Or, in the case of following sharks, of course, from their rough sharkskin. That was something that Susan may find interesting later on, though it was not as if her life was her own anymore.

It would take them all a while to understand that. But that was okay: Kate liked the ones that pushed back, so she could break them all the harder later.

No…

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Raul tried to crawl on the floor, using his pectoral fins to drag himself along. His wife… He had to get to his wife, yes… He needed it… Would she even want to be with him anymore if he was female? But he felt like he was male in his mind still! It still felt like he should have male genitalia down there, that he should have had arms and legs that he could thrash around.

Yet it was not the case, even as Raul barely got anywhere at all along the floor, his heavy tail flopping and wriggling awkwardly. How could a creature that was so graceful and deadly in the water be so ungainly on land? Why… He was helpless?

Helpless even to help his wife as the little cleaner wrasse shifted, smaller and smaller, down to roughly a foot long, her fingers wriggling, one of the last things of humanity left to transform on her. Her features smoothed out as Susan gaped in a soundless scream, though it didn't have to be heard to be there.

Her horror was real, her wriggling, twitching fingers shrinking down into fins, smooth and silvery. Cleaner wrasse had a blue hue to them, flickering through the water in a silver-blue blur, the black streaks on their bodies offering contrast and definition. It helped them blend in and be harder to catch, when it came to predators, though predators that would have snapped them up often stayed away from the creatures that they stayed near. It was the kind of relationship that benefitted both.

Yet not for Susan, not as Raul gaped and tried to get to her – not to harm her in any way but, of course, so he could help her. Even if a shark could not do anything to help a little cleaner wrasse, no.

Susan, however, was lucky enough to keep her sex. That was one thing that she'd be able to lean into, one thing, in the chaos of it all, that she'd be able to take comfort of.

His fins did not drag him far and he thrashed, pain lancing through his belly, the weight of his body squeezing down on his organs. A shark, after all, was never meant to be out of the water.

His transformation was nearly finished too, his nose smooth at a point that was unlike that of a tiger shark – though perhaps a little more similar to a sand tiger shark. He liked both species, though sandbar sharks were often confused for tigers out in open water. Raul grunted, his lungs tightening, his ability to breathe air slipping away more and more.

Yet it was still there, a tiny sliver of air, while he watched, uselessly, as his parents shrank. At first, he thought they were facing the same fate as his wife, transforming into fish too, but theirs was to be more horrific still. For there were not only sharks and fish in the sea, of course, but crustaceans too…

If Raul had been human, he never would have been able to look at lobsters in the same way ever again.

“Earl… Ugh… Earl…"

Rhea gargled, though her mouth felt strange, her tongue stiff, everything stiff and locked up. It was as if something had clamped down around her: a set of clothes that didn't quite fit, pressing down on her limbs, though everything still, sort of, moved.

It didn't make sense, none of it made sense, her grey hair ruffled and her glasses knocked off as she leaned against her husband, Earl, on the ground, though he was coming down beside her quickly too. With the two of them on all fours, they grunted, making a gargled, rattling, clacking noise.

For them, it may as well have been something out of a horror flick – not that the old couple had ever at all been into that kind of film, no. They preferred softer films, the kind of films that had a happy ending and took them away to another place and time, especially after Earl had fought in the war.

Yet he was not to have a long, relaxing retirement, what he desperately deserved, as his body bit at him, clothes loose and floating, flowing out from him as he shrank and shrank. The only ones there that grew somewhat were Raul and Keith, though that was not to be any blessing for them either.

With cloth flowing over him, the soft, comfortable cotton, he gasped, lungs gurgling, not knowing what to do. His arms, already lacking muscle definition, slimmed down, his skin turning a strange, mottled blue and brown. And it was hard, so hard that he didn't feel like he could move, his neck stiffening as raised edges showed down the line of his body, along his torso and his back, down to his hips to.

“Unrgh…" He gurgled. “Uh… Rhea…"

He tried to reach for her, but the hand that stretched out for his wife touched her as something else, the fingers melding together, curving into a claw-like shape. The inner, biting edge of the claw was rough and sharp, as if it could be snapped closed on something that needed to be captured, but the exterior was smooth and round. And the hand-claw was heavy, so heavy, that he dropped it to the ground as his world bore in around him, eyesight blurring, something pressing from his head and twitching back and forth.

The air currents… His clothes… Earl's head swam. He could feel them with those stick-like things protruding from his head, able to twitching them back and forth, receiving strange information through them. His mouth stiffened, jaw locking up, and his eyeballs shrank, yet bulged, at the front of his face and yet with greater peripheral vision than he had had before. But it was blurry, as if he was not really meant to use them predominantly to sense the world around him, and Earl shuddered bodily, a rattle running through him.

His wife, however, could see, as her transformation progressed a little more slowly, what he was becoming. At first, she had thought that her dear husband was becoming a cockroach – like the one from the horror of Franz Kafka's story, but it was worse than that. She felt it too as her skin hardened into segments, a shell around her body. For there was an exoskeleton for a lobster that had to be in place to protect the sweet flesh within.

She'd loved eating lobster before. It had never really been Earl's thing.

She groaned, feeling like her throat was locking up, but that was just part of the transformation, every little part of her changing and shifting. Even her genitals had to move, but she did not know that she was not to remain female either, not as everything was tucked away within the body of the lobster that both was Rhea and not Rhea at the same time. There was no way to differentiate the two of them, while she was forced to forgo the freedom of a human body, caged in a lobster pot of a shell instead.

She watched, her head clearing when she didn't want it to be clear. Her husband… Her beloved… It could not be happening.

Please let me wake up in hospital, Rhea thought, though it was never something that she ever would have wished for before. I need… I need my husband back. I need to know that this is all a dream, that I've just bumped my head, that I've had a little accident. Everything's going to be okay.

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But everything was not going to be okay as she panted and gasped out her husband's name. it would be the last name on her lips, the last word that she ever spoke, as her eyesight change and the ability to make those sounds simply was stripped from her. All lobsters could do was make low frequency vibrations in the water, their manners of communication undertaken through physical means, gestures with their claws, body language. A display with the claws was louder than a shout, at least when it came to lobsters.

But she would never need to get to know that, for her life was determined for her. It was not as if any of the humans that Kate captured ever had the chance to live out any kind of natural lives, no. One way or another, they were forced to change their ways so that they behaved in just the way that she wanted them to, broken and abused, just toys for her amusement. It was one way to live, yet no way to live.

Earl's transformation locked him in, his arms thick in relative terms to his body, about a foot and a half long. His legs did not fuse, not as a tail crackled from his spine, pressing out, curling down, able to flex and curl in a lobster-like fashion. It was layered with a crunchy outside too, the shell that he would become accustomed to, and the tail part right at the tip fanned out a little. With that part of him, he would be able to better sense changes in the water.

Not that he was thinking about that at all, nearly fully transformed, everything settling into place. The only things that were missing for Earl and his wife were the extra pairs of legs, for lobsters had not only two legs and their front claws, of course not, that would be silly.

More legs grew from his sides – and his wife too, their transformations at the point that they were very nearly keeping time with one another. He was vaguely aware of a big predator flopping around, yet the lobster was far too caught up in the tenacity of his own predicament to think of even trying to scurry away at that point. The legs swelled in pinpricks of pain, encased in shell too, though it was more flexible and hinged, to allow his limbs the luxury of movement. And it really felt like a luxury, after so much had been stolen from them.

And they'd never get it back.

The bulging pressure around them bore down, as if the weight of a full tank of water was trying to crush them. Ironically, their bodies would have been far better suited for that in lobster form than they would have been in human form, designed to swim moderately, but otherwise crawl and scuttle along the ocean floor, seeking out prey.

Whisker-like appendages – just two – dropped from around his mouth and he tried to turn his head back and forth, even if it just rotated a little and did not quite turn in the way that he had imagined anymore. It was a whole new way of moving and he would have to get used to it.

Or not. Kate really didn't care whether they found their new lives easy or if they struggled more than they ever had before. It wasn't her problem to deal with.

“My, oh, my…"

Kate smirked, sitting back on a chair, enjoying the moment as she took in the two sharks, the two lobsters and the cleaner wrasse.

“I never thought transforming sea creatures could be this satisfying but watching you gasp for air, mm…"

She smirked deeply, her chin tipped forward, glasses slipping a little on her nose. When they were not something that she wore all the time, sometimes they could come out of place. Yet Kate would not need her newest disguise and transformation of herself for all that much longer, for she would be seeking out new victims to toy with after she was done with Raul's family.

The shark thrashed, weaker and weaker, his ability to breathe finally fading as he flopped softly. He couldn't lift his tail, the weight of his body crushing him, gills settling into place on his neck.

He was aware of something moving around him, but his body was overcome with the need to breathe. It was funny how a body could sink into survival mode at the drop of a hat when it needed to, but it was something that was the case for any creature, whether they were human or something else entirely. That was how they and other species had survived, after all. Yet Raul couldn't even fight back, his clutch on consciousness fading, as Kate got him into one of the slings, however awkwardly, that they used to move sharks and some other creatures between tanks when it was not possible to open a channel of water between them.

Whoosh!

_ _

He plunged into the water, his jaws parted – ah, but that wasn't how he could breathe anymore, taking a gulp of water into his body. It settled him a little lower in the water, Raul righting himself instinctively, and pumped with his tail, back and forth. The movement of water through his gills delivered that sweet oxygen that he so badly needed, though it took a few jerky laps of the tank, his son following along in a similar manner, to feel comfortable again.

He never wanted to go through that again, though he didn't want to acknowledge any of it, no, seeing the tank from the inside for the first time. He hadn't even been inside a tank like that to clean it, for that had been someone else's job – besides, they had machines and things to do that dirtier work for them. Running an aquarium was an expensive business and he had merely been glad that he didn't have to worry about that side of things.

He had far more pressing things to worry about, trapped in the tank with his son – and the rest of his family too as they were all dropped in. The black and blue cleaner wrasse drifted in the water for a moment before Susan got enough water moving through her gills, fluttering them lightly as she learned to breathe in her new body. It was perhaps a good thing that breathing, through gills even in a new form, was something where instinct could take over.

“Aw, don't you all make such a delightful little family!"

Kate cooed at them, her voice muffled through the tank, though she really didn't care how much they did or did not hear of her mocking them. They swam around one another, the lobsters trying to crawl and flick themselves along with their tails, though they might learn to swim at some point. That would be interesting to document, yet her interest in them lay in the realm of something crueller and darker, something that there would be no coming back from.

Otherwise, where was the fun in anything? If she just wanted to see how lobsters swam and learn about that, she could go out on a research expedition and take care of it for herself. The lobsters in her tank were not real lobsters but people. People under her control.

It would never get old, not for her. She admired them, the dark shells of the lobsters, how they absorbed the light, making them look like rocks. A camouflage mechanism: how wonderful! The sharks were the most interesting, of course, swimming slowly, not always pumping their tails smoothly back and forth. It was, truthfully, not a natural movement for any human body – yet Kate was not there to offer anything natural to them.

Raul swam around the others, trying to look at them first with one eye and then the other. He did indeed have better eyesight than he could have imagined sharks ever having but it was not enough. Or it was not even what he wanted to see as he stared at them, observing them, parting his jaws before realising that the action must have looked rather threatening and not like he was trying to talk to them at all. He tried to coax some words up from his throat, any sounds at all, but nothing came out. The shark was lost trying to use muscles and a part of his body, his voice box, that simply was not there anymore.

“Hm… Now, you will see what I mean here… Did you not believe me when I told you that you would no longer be male, toothy?"

Toothy? It was a bad nickname, but Raul was not in any position to complain about it. Without thinking, Raul swam headfirst into the sodden sling and she trapped him in it, letting him thrash, the teeth easily kept away from her. He didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing that Keith stayed back at the other end of the rather sizeable tank as Kate hauled Raul up near the surface, all so that she could take her pleasure in torture from him.

“Look here…"

She pressed Raul onto his side, his jaws gaping, head spinning. He drifted, as if he didn't have control over the movements of his body anymore, her hand on his snout. Yet he had been swimming somewhat well enough only a few moments ago, so that didn't make sense… Had he entered tonic immobility? Even from being on his side? Maybe his knowledge of sharks was not up to par, even then…

It didn't matter. Not as Kate ran her finger down her body, showing her where the slit of her sex was.

“Here…" Kate probed. “Feel this? Ah, this is such a good lesson for you! Here is where you would relieve yourself and…hm…ah! Here… This is your new sex. Feel how sensitive the edges are… Oh, that's a new feature of my transformation serum, of course. Normal sharks don't get this, so you're very, very lucky."

Raul shuddered. He didn't feel lucky, no, not at all, yet there was very clearly no penis there at all.

“This is called a cloaca," Kate explained, yet there was a dark, insidiously pleased undertone to her voice, not like she was delivering an educational talk at all. “I can dip my finger in… Hm… Stroke you here, tease you here… Oh, you are so sensitive…"

Even though she didn't feel like she could escape from the sling that she was tucked into, Raul trembled, wishing that she was elsewhere, anywhere else. It was indeed a cloaca and she didn't have the graspers of a male shark, no, not anywhere, for they simply did not exist.

He tried to grunt, instinctively, yet found he could not. Flopping back and forth in the sling, his nose was pressed into the corner of the glass tank, trapped there, and no amount of swing his tail about got his body to backpedal in the slightest.

Kate took her chance to stimulate her tail, raking her fingers along the smooth underside as she took advantage of her position. Raul tried not to react, though it was hard to know what was a normal reaction from a shark, besides baring his jaws.

Her jaws?

No, no… Definitely his jaws. He was not female and Kate would have to understand that.

If only he was not as weak as he was… Only the pulse of water over his gills kept him conscious there, a flow system in the tank ensuring that the inhabitants could be kept still for examinations without faring ill at all. Raul just had never thought that it would be him in the tank, trapped there with a cruel woman stroking his tail.

It was so strange, as if tiny sparks of electricity were shooting into his body, lancing deep and making him want to twist and buck. Raul would not have known that it was a mating response of a female shark, where she would have pressed up against a male in the act of mating, belly to belly while the male penetrated her cloaca with a grasper. But he did it anyway, reeling from the knowledge that, while he did not believe he was female, he still had a cloaca.

What's worse, being female or being a shark?

_ _

He could have laughed at himself, yet it was insanity creeping in. The world around him, the sway and the lap of the water cradling his body, took on an ethereal, dream-like quality, yet the shark was trapped in a nightmare that he could never have even anticipated stumbling into, quite honestly. It was not his life, no, not really, for it was not something that should ever have happened.

She teased her finger into the shark's slit as Raul shuddered, a pectoral fin slipping free of the sling, into the middle and no longer in the holes that should have trapped a shark of that size. Kate laughed aloud as Raul shivered, her tail thrashing, yet the shark didn't seem to have enough energy in them to fight back. Which was perfect, as far as Kate was concerned.

“There are so many sensitive nerve endings down here," Kate told her, though she didn't really need to say it all out loud when Raul was experiencing it for herself. “Mmm… How does it feel to be used? To have a body, now, that absolutely and completely welcomes this pleasure?"

She paused, taking a deep breath, the smile on her lips darkly genuine.

“Doesn't it feel…so much better?"

No. No, it really didn't. But Raul was not in a position to complain and his words with which to do so had been swiped from his mouth, dying on his lips without a tongue to shove them out anymore.

Raul squirmed, pleasurable shocks arcing deep within her. Was his passage really that long and deep? It felt like that one finger was reaching to the core of his being, delving deeper into his than anything had the right to. Even the exterior edge of his cloaca was sensitive, feeling as if it was plumped up and burning so much that not even the flow and pulse of water over it could cool him down again.

He would have groaned if he had still possessed the ability to do so, Kate stroking him inside, working his finger back and forth. Yet it was the underside of his sensitive tail, close up to the root, where it connected to his body, that proved to be the most sensitive, tingling and throbbing as Kate raked her fingers over it. Kate even used her nails to pull over it in a sharper, more biting sensation, though his skin did not harm her. The woman, even though Raul had never seen her there at the aquarium before, studying the sharks, seemed to know exactly how to handle a shark's body without incurring any harm in the slightest.

“Mmm… You are so fun to play with…" Kate breathed. “But wouldn't you rather learn just what it feels like to be a female now? To be taken, to be bred? Oh, you would birth such wonderful live young…"

Raul trembled, though it didn't feel like a shiver. No, no, Kate was wrong, very wrong. He wouldn't give in, wouldn't succumb.

Yet…his son had remained male and the realisation sank into him like a rock in his stomach.

He fought, twisting, sliding halfway out of the sling. Keith swam up beside him and Raul bared his teeth at him, trying to do anything within his power to get Keith to swim away.

She's going to do something – I can feel it!

_ _

Raul didn't have to have known Kate before to know that she was up to something devious, something that he most definitely didn't want his son to be involved with. The little cleaner wrasse was swimming near the bottom of the tank, getting a better hold on her body, so she was far enough away to be out of trouble: for that much, he was grateful.

It was the small things that he had to be grateful for, though Raul still flinched the moment something sharp bit into his skin. It was sharp enough to pierce even his hide and he twisted around in time to catch sight of a similar needle, thick and reinforced, biting into Keith's hide.

“This serum will take care of what's needed, I don't even need to tuck you into the sling anymore," Kate said with a chuckle that came with no true humour behind it. “You two will have a grand time down there, don't you worry. I know how to treat those in my care just right."

Raul didn't think that was going to end well for him – and he was right. He hated how he was getting a feel for Kate and her cruel ways already, though not even he could have anticipated how far into depravity, truly sordid acts, she was willing to go.

Yet…there was something wrong with his body. His female body. Oh, hell…

Raul twisted, shooting to the far side of the tank with a shudder, though he had to keep swimming with instinct forcing him on, making him push water over and through his gills. He just had to keep moving and keep breathing with the aid of his gills the best he could, though a part of him wanting to swim back up with a pump of his tail to shoo his son away from Kate. He didn't seem to understand the danger he was in…

He peered up at Kate through the water, shifting and rippling above his head. Her image was blurry, yet the sensations in his body were deep and prickling, tugging at something deep inside him that could not simply be set aside. He tried to take a shuddering breath, but it did not come so easily underwater, instead parting his jaws and taking a gulp of water. He would have to release that, of course, because it wouldn't sit well in his stomach, though it was not unheard of for sharks.

His need though… It was as if Kate was there in that moment, ploughing into her cloaca – but not giving her the same pleasure. All the desire that he had felt when Kate was toying with his cloaca was there, making him twist his head sharply back and forth as if he was being aggressive, as if there was something or someone that he was trying to send off with a defensive manoeuvre.

Yet that was not the way of it and he couldn't exactly send his own son off as Keith shot down towards him. He dived out of the way, instinctively knowing what to do, panic clawing at his chest. Raul broke the surface of the water again, his head and dorsal fin protruding above it as he thrashed, though Kate was quick to recapture him, flipping him around so that the dangerous teeth were kept well away from her.

“Ah, ah, ah…" She admonished, though Raul did not catch her wagging her finger at him. “Such a naughty shark… Your son is going to be your breeding partner, after all. It's rude to flee from him. He's going to catch you eventually anyway, and needs to satisfy his needs… So, let him breed you."

Raul trembled. What? She couldn't be serious! Keith was his son – his son! That wasn't right, not in any way – but the shark powering towards him through the water didn't look like his son at all. No, all they looked like was a mindless machine, a machine that knew what it needed to survive and would take it, moving along in line with the rest of the ocean ecosystem. A shark was not a mindless killer, yet they did not have the mentality of human beings – and that was just one of many differences that lay there.

Keith, of course, was not fully gone. Like Raul, he still retained his mind, though they all would end up wishing that their minds had been broken from the beginning, with Kate's torture rolling through them. Water splashed up the sides of the tank as he greedily sucked in the pheromones that the female sandbar shark had released into the water, her heat obvious. Sharks would not always be receptive to breeding, of course, but Kate had her ways around that.

“The injection has forced you to be fertile, my feisty dear," Kate laughed, keeping Raul on his back so Keith could swim up and sharply away again, investigating the female and his own father's readiness. “So, you're going to be bred… By your very own son."

Kate laughed, rubbing Raul's cloaca, her fingers pinching along one edge of it and then sliding smoothly around to the other side, dipping in just to show him how ready he was for it. Raul did not agree, of course, trying to squirm and thrash – yet he had been placed in a vulnerable position on his back, going into a state of tonic immobility again.

It was worse than bondage, blinking down at the bottom of the tank in a sort of daze. Dimly, he was aware of his son pushing against him, bumping him with his snout, but Raul's upside-down gaze was fixed on his wife flitting around and the two lobsters who had huddled together in a corner of the tank. Nothing about any of them said that they were human, that they were his family.

Keith tried to resist. Yet it was like pulling back against the draw of the tide, the pheromones sinking into his system and taking deep root there, just like kelp. It clung and twisted around him and there was nothing Keith could do to wriggle his way free again, dragged down into the depths.

And he needed his father, more than he had ever needed to fuck someone before. It was far more than simple desire: it was a carnal, driving need of the body that could not be turned off. Then and only then did Keith understand what animals went through, even though he was far from that.

That made it worse.

He lunged for his father as his body released more and more pheromones, seeing himself belly to belly with her in his mind's eye.

No!

_ _

No, no, no! He had to resist! It was his father, he knew they were his father! But, to his shark body, all they knew the other to be was a shark in need of being bred, a shark into which he could deposit his sperm. Even Keith's graspers felt like they had plumped up, need rising in him, thick and fast and unrelenting.

If he didn't swim with it, he would be pulled under – and forced to go along with it all anyway.

He shook his head violently, snapping it back and forth, his teeth bared, eyes dark and wide, practically bulging out of his skull. Yet his heart fell, mind going blank, showing nothing in his dark gaze as, finally, he lunged for his father and pushed him down deeper into the tank, away from the surface.

Keith tried not to think about Kate laughing above the surface, her voice nowhere near as far away as he would have liked it to be. All he could think about was breeding, of releasing his sperm, furthering his genetic bloodlines. And the only reason all those thoughts were in his head to begin with was because he was really a human being: a being capable of higher levels of thinking than any old shark.

Instincts won out, however, and Keith reeled in horror, his human mind trying to protect him, numbing him to what was happening. Yet he was still there, still present in the moment, as he locked his body around the female sandbar shark's, grabbing her roughly and thrusting a single clasper directly into his father's cloaca. The line of Raul's body helped guide him in but, really, it was how roughly Keith twisted himself around his body that made that first thrust as easy as that.

Sharks didn't need to thrust though, not beyond that first, slamming penetration – more like a rape than anything that ever would have been consensual. A shark that was truly unreceptive to a male's advances, however, would have been able to chase them off or escape under most circumstances, yet Keith wasn't thinking about any of that. All that ran through his mind was how good it felt, in a sick sort of way, to have his clasper massaged by his father's cloaca, the passage inside tight enough to stimulate him, to make him want to shoot his load already.

Sea creatures, after all, did not need to draw out their sex for pleasure.

Kate smirked, looking down with her arms folded, a camera on a tripod set up beside the tank to capture everything. She'd get one of those underwater ones soon enough, so she could record everything from inside the tank too, though it would be more difficult to zoom in on the point that the shark bodies connected with the water rocking them back and forth. And they did so seem to thrash ever so much in their twisted passion too…

“Don't worry," she said softly, not intending anyone to hear her as the dull colours of the lobsters caught her eye. “I've got plenty in mind for you too. And my little serum will keep you filling her, again and again, even though you think you're going to cum quick…"

Everything that Kate could have thought of had been honed to perfection, after all, with the many victims she had claimed. Her new victims didn't have to know that, however: that was just a fun little surprise in store for every one of them, something for them to find out during the course of their torture.

For Keith did not climax quickly as he was forced to fuck his father, having given in to the raw, driving instinct that demanded that he take a “fertile female" as quickly as possible.

Raul twisted, breathless despite his gills, spinning and spinning in the water. There was no escape, however, not as his son pressed up against him. His cloaca did not feel full, per se, but there was a teasing spark of pleasure mixed in with the pain, his heart pounding, need pumping through him. He was being given everything that his heat-addled body craved in that moment and yet his mind screamed, thrashing and beating against the tank that it was contained within, striving for escape.

Maybe, one day, Raul would understand that there was no escape.

Water rushed past his gills in a fluttering, teasing caress, yet his cloaca felt like it was getting tighter and tighter around his son's clasper, gripping and clenching. A shark's body could not do that, however, was never meant to do that – it was all merely his mind striving to make sense of the myriad of sensations in any way that it could. His broken mind, on its way to crumbling, could not be held at fault for that, oh no.

Raul tried to groan, a trembling reverberation running through his body instead. Oh, how he needed to orgasm… But it was so wrong to admit that as the churning swirl of saltwater pulled and pulled around him, forcing him to spin and spin and spin. His son's teeth caught his hide and sank in with a flicker of blood dissipating into the water, though Raul barely felt the pain.

How was it he was so detached from his body that he couldn't feel that pain? Raul shuddered, his tail giving a weak thwap, yet Keith only chomped down even harder, leaving deep bite marks in his father's hide.

I don't blame you…

_ _

He wished he could tell his son that, even as Keith vigorously and viciously mated with him. It just all seemed to be going on for so long, the horrifying humiliation of it all twisting around and around, the feel of another shark's body pressed up against his wrenching at his mind. He tried to gasp, yet was set back from the moment, reacting, always, a moment too late to do something about what was happening. Yet it was a twisted pull of fate that left Raul even thinking that he was still in control of even the slightest little bit of what was going on, what was happening to him. Human beings were apt to hope, after all, even when every shred of said hope should have well been lost.

Keith felt the shark under him, driven by feral instinct. He barely even had a grip on his own mind, screaming and pummelling at it, though he may as well have been hammering on a tank that was much larger than even he was for all the good that it did. Kate had thought things through too well and she had not designed her serums to be easy to get around.

So, he thrust and twisted and the grind of his body against the sandbar shark brought him pleasure, exploding through him. The need to thrust was not there, not really, yet Keith snapped at her and pinned her and did everything that instinct demanded he do, all to keep her where he wanted her.

He had to cum in her, that was all he knew. That was the only driving notion in Keith's mind, set back from reality, screaming, horrified, but still slipping down and down and down. He didn't blink, seeing everything in the churning swirl of bubbles, whirled up by the twist of their bodies coming together.

Oh, and what a glorious coming-together it was… Her cloaca was so sweet around him, so tight that a big part of him didn't want to be out of her ever again, wanted to stay there, exactly in that moment, living as a shark. It was raw and it was feral and, in a way, it was something that Keith needed – yet Keith would never truly know whether it was him that needed it or the body of the shark. Still, he thought of the two as very separate things.

Keith didn't even realise that, in his mind, he had started, temporarily, referring to his father as female. For that was all he saw, all he knew.

Again and again, he ground in and humped against her, prey to instinct, savouring it. Delights like that were not all that often had out in the ocean, however. As the female twisted and pulled, he bit hard, not caring for their comfort, and ejaculated inside her. Yet it would not have been incorrect in the slightest to call it an orgasm too, for it came with an over pour of pleasure, like riding a current, pumping his tail at full speed in pursuing prey. It was better, however, better than even that – so very much better that Keith chased that high and delirious overload of spilling his seed. Exactly into the body that it belonged within.

Raul floated, dazed, swinging his head lightly back and forth. Something jolted in his body, yet he didn't know what to do, if it was over, if he should have been trying to pull away from his son. All while Kate held the lobsters close, letting his mother and father, Keith's grandparents, see exactly how far the two of them had fallen.

I'm sorry… I'm so, so sorry…

Keith withdrew as the need fell with orgasm, looking between his father, floating in the water, to the cleaner wrasse flitting around and Kate holding the two lobsters near. Everyone had watched him, whether or not they had been forced, and he gulped, eyes wide.

No… No, he had done it… And he had been aware of it too, even as he thrashed and did his best, even in the water, to scramble away from his father. He couldn't be there – it was wrong!

Raul tried to follow him, weak and barely swimming, but he would recover himself in time. He shook his head slowly, regaining some sense of himself, but couldn't move far from the surface. For a shark of his size anyway, there was little space for him to move into and he didn't want to crowd Keith.

I know you didn't mean it…

_ _

He wished there was some way to convey that to Keith, as humiliating as it had been to be taken in front of the rest of his family. Alas, there was only so much he could do.

Kate, however, wasn't willing to give him a break while Keith cowered as far away as possible. Dropping the lobsters for the moment, she caught the cleaner wrasse in a net, scooping her up and dropping Susan into a hand that was already clad in a special glove for handling fish. Not that Kate cared about causing any damage to the wrasse, but she didn't want to have any trouble gripping her.

Susan was too terrified to do much, however, wriggling weakly and faintly, her mouth opening and closing as her gills flapped, held out of the water. Thankfully for her, Kate was not intending to drown her in air at that time – but rather use her on her husband, Raul. The next thing Susan knew, terror snapping at her like a predator hot on her tail, was she was being pressed into the shark's cloaca, a tight world encasing her.

She reeled, not really understanding what was happening, her fish body squirming and wriggling. Trapped, she was trapped! Sure, as a wrasse, her instincts were fine with tight spaces and small gaps, but there was something different about being held by a hand, feeling like she was being caught. It almost didn't leave any room for her brain to work – no space for human, logical thinking.

Fish didn't have that. All they had was reactions, of flitting away through the water, getting out of trouble, away from danger. Yet there was nowhere at all for poor Susan to go as her lithe body was used as a dildo on her own husband.

I'm sorry, I'm so sorry…

_ _

It was not her husband that Susan ever had needed to apologise to – frankly, none of them should have apologised for what they were forced into in that tank. Yet Kate didn't care what her victims felt, as long as she could soak it all in, relishing in the trappings of transformation and the depravity of the human condition. In her eyes, she was just opening them up to new experiences. It was not as if anyone was in control of their own fate anyway, so she was giving everyone that she chose a helping hand along their way.

She worked the small fish back and forth, the shark squirming, though not trying to get away all that much.

“Does that feel good?" Kate chuckled, shaking her head. “You break too easily, Raul… Or perhaps my serums are growing too potent."

Raul could have lunged at her, shaking his head, sinking his teeth into her arm…but he did not. He could not fully explain why he didn't do that, his body on fire with prickling, aching, tingling sensations all emanating from his cloaca, but he didn't do it. It just didn't seem like it was an option.

Maybe these injections are doing something to me…

_ _

He didn't feel aggressive at all: just despondent and horrified. If he could have swum down to a corner of the tank and tucked himself away there forever, he would have done so in a heartbeat. But the pleasure, oh… Oh, it was good, it was too much. Being taken by his son had not even given him what he needed, no, despite his body supposedly being sated by being bred. It was all so confusing and twisted and he knew it was his wife being forced in and out of his cloaca yet…he couldn't do anything about it.

Every time he felt like something was tightening and coiling inside his body, Kate backed off, not giving him the chance to feel true pleasure. It was amazing, ridiculously so, and he twisted, trying to arch up against her, as much as Raul hated himself for it, just for a little more pleasure.

Please… Please, just let me cross that edge, please…

_ _

If he had words left to his disposal, Raul would have been down on his knees pleading with Kate, begging for orgasm. He had not realised that sharks were even capable of that but, of course, they had already done several things in the tank that normal sharks were not capable of. He was a weird, transformed shark, a hybrid of human and shark, something that should never have existed in the realm of monstrous nature.

The fish wriggled and flicked back and forth against the sensitive rise of the edge of his cloaca, everything feeling like blood was pumping to the most erogenous zones of his body. Raul would never know if that was true or not, for he was sure more things than he could imagine could be true with the use of Kate's serums. He'd already been transformed into a shark, after all. Yet he still gaped and tried to buck up, tail swinging very faintly, as the wrasse worked him towards the edge of orgasm…and then backed away again.

A ripple went through his body and he caught a new scent in the water – well, something stronger, something thicker. Were those his pheromones again? The moment Raul registered that as a stronger scent than what he had noted when Keith was being driven mad to fuck her, climax ripped through. And it was nothing like anything he or any shark had ever experienced before, a long swathe of pleasure swamping him.

He would have cried out if possible, but all that rose around him were bubbles, the water lightly churned up as he wriggled back and forth, not even able to thrash on his back. His cloaca was exposed, though still mostly underwater so his wife did not struggle to breathe, even if there were no orgasmic fluids to come. That was not something that a shark's body could be forced to produce, seemingly, yet the long, drawn-out pulse of pleasure was more than he could ever have imagined.

Did he black out? He turned, on his front again, the wrasse removed – his wife. He couldn't just think of Susan as a fish, no, he had to remember her humanity, all the times they had shared together. Yet Raul was caught off-guard by a big body slamming into him and knocking him sideways into the glass wall of the tank, dazed for the moment that mattered.

Keith didn't try too hard to stop himself that time, not as the pheromones assaulted his system. It felt like it was going to happen anyway so he tried to make it easy as he twisted his body around his father's and jammed his other grasper into her cloaca, driving deep. It was rape through and through and even he knew that, yet it did not feel like him. It was as if he was set back within his own mind, watching it all happen with a detached horror. Yet it was feeling every last little sensation that made it terrible and still pleasurable for him.

He pressed around his father, though there was no love in the action, none at all. He just wanted it to be over, to do what it was that his body needed him to do and be out of there. It was nothing more than feral instinct, though his second clasper ground and rubbed against the shark's body too, stimulating Keith in ways that he could never have anticipated being possibly. So, the two sharks twirled and twisted around and around in the water, Keith shuddering as he sank his teeth into his father's side, just to hold him in place.

A big part of him didn't want to risk letting Raul go. Yet Keith didn't know how much of that all was instinct and how much was a deep, dark part of him that Kate had merely released. It didn't feel like any of what he was doing would be possible without her finding something within him that could be exploited.

Or perhaps that was his guilt at play. It was not as if the shark was being allowed any time to think things through or come to terms with the forceful twist that his life had taken. So, he leaned into it, letting his body do the work for him, every twist and shudder drawing another climax from him, spurting deep into the female shark and seeding her. She would carry his pups, squirming inside her, and then birth them live, furthering the line of sandbar sharks.

That was what his conscious mind knew. His subconscious mind broke from the moment, pulling out only to swap to the other grasper with surprising fluidity. The rush of water around him made him want to fuck her harder, to spin and twist through the water as a stream of bubbles flourished around them. It was a different world down there and human Keith could howl and beat his tiny little fists on the walls of his inner tank as much as he liked: he wasn't getting out.

And that was what Keith accepted. In being broken, he had learned that it was better to be the one doing the fucking than transformed into a female sandbar shark and forced to bear litter after litter of shark pups. Who knew if any of them would even survive to adulthood, or what that would mean for any of them then?

Kate left them to it as the son raped Raul, again and again, water spilling over the sides of the tank and wetting the floor. She was okay where she was, however, setting up a portable camping stove beside the tank with a low hum. She'd picked it up from the staff area, though the Pyrex bowl she had too was something that she'd originally planned to put Susan the cleaner wrasse in. Her plans, however, had changed somewhat.

“Mm-hm-mm-hm…"

Kate hummed a tune to herself as if everything was normal, so perfectly normal, and Raul tried to twist around to keep the lobsters in his sight. He had to do something – had to protect them! Yet there was nothing at all the shark could do, in the middle of being raped with a grasper rammed into his cloaca, as one lobster – he didn't know which – was placed with a plop into the bowl.

Leaning down, Kate lit the stove.

Raul's heart lurched.

No…

_ _

Yet he could not pull towards them, the lobster outside the tank – the tank where he was trapped. Raul couldn't simply grab the edge of the tank and haul himself over, oh no; much less so when his cloaca was filled with his son's grasper. With the thrust and twist of Keith's body, it felt like his son was wedged up inside him even more deeply than before, yet it was not a pull or a twist of pain that Raul could bear to acknowledge, keeping his eyes locked onto the lobster.

Please… No… No… Please, don't do it.

_ _

Which of his parents was in the bowl? The other lobster scuttled across the bottom of the tank, waving their claws around. His body lurched, another treacherous orgasm ripping through him, forcing him to gape his jaws wide in a fake, shocking amalgamation of pleasure that did not belong in his body at all, oh no. No… Raul didn't deserve to ever feel anything good ever again, not when he had been so weak as to lead a monster to his family, not able to do anything to look after them, to protect them.

If he couldn't do that, he deserved to be worse than a shark – more like a worm. Creeping and inching across the sea floor, burrowing down into the muck. Maybe he could be useful there.

Still, he watched, trying to keep the lobster in his line of sight as Kate scooted the camping stove and the bowl in closer to the tank. Even she wanted him to have a better view.

“Come now, Raul… Don't you want to see which of your parents is boiling?"

Kate didn't care, chuckling under her breath. The torture was for those in her charge, not for her; she didn't care which lobster bit the dust first. Picking up the other with a net that she scooped into the tank, she held it up close to the bowl, the lobster within panicking, trying to swivel and scuttle. Even if they had full control over their new, transformed body, they would not have been able to escape.

It was a good thing that she didn't have to position the sharks to watch, although Keith pulled out and rammed back in with his other clasper, swapping back and forth between them exactly however it pleased him. All he was concerned with was raping the female, taking his father again and again, following that unrelenting drive of breeding need. His father was fertile: the shark's mind and body didn't need to know any more than that, not when Keith was twined around her, wrapped up in satisfying his own carnal need.

He didn't even watch his grandparent boiling alive, Kate turning up the gas on the stove a little more, the flame jumping higher. It did not quite touch the bottom of the bowl, not scorching it, which allowed everyone around a clear view of the lobster within, how they scuttled and scraped against the smooth sides of the bowl.

“Run, run, run as fast as you can," Kate mocked, moving the lobster in her hand as fi they were mimicking what the one in the bowl should be doing. “But you're not getting anywhere… It's a shame that I've never been all that keen on shellfish… Would be such a shame to let all that good, juicy flesh go to waste."

Her voice was muffled and Raul did not even think that he should have been able to hear Kate as she stood on the other side of the glass, yet she had, perhaps, done something to his ability to hear with the serum. Either that or he was learning an awful lot more about sandbar sharks than he had ever anticipated knowing.

It didn't matter. He could not even bring himself to care as he watched one of his parents boiling alive, squirming and wriggling, twitching and even trying to flip their tail up. The tail was one mechanism with which they could swim, yet the lobster wasn't going anywhere in such a small bowl, lunging and trying to scrape their way up the smooth, conniving sides.

Every lunging attempt they made only left them slipping back down, claws scraping, not even leaving a mark on the bowl. Kate laughed and sat back, enjoying the show as the lobster's panic grew and grew and grew.

“Feel how hot the water is," she said, mocking the lobster, even though they, most likely, were not even aware of her presence. “Feel it cooking you alive, getting into all those little cracks and gaps in your shell… There's no way to escape it, you may as well lie down, give in to your fate. There's nothing more for you here."

Kate laughed, nipping at her lip as if divulging a naughty secret.

“All you are is a good meal now."

Yet Raul slowed, not thrashing, just stilling. He was aware of his son biting him, twisting him back and forth, yet the noxious pleasure was not there anymore, which was something of a relief. It drifted into the back of his mind as he was forced to do nothing but be helpless while one of his parents boiled to death.

Eventually, the lobster slowed and stilled, as if they had lost the energy to fight back. Yet Raul knew without truly knowing that they were drifting, that they had fallen unconscious or into a state of immobility. Maybe the mind of a prey creature could try to protect them in the last moments, to steal the pain from them in the last moments of their life on the planet.

Or perhaps the lobster was feeling every sweltering, cloying, biting throb of pain as their flesh cooked with them trapped within, their mind active and aware until the very last moment.

No, no… No. For Raul, it was better to believe, at the very least, that they had been knocked out. Yet there was no denying they were gone when Kate finally yanked out the cooked lobster with a triumphant cry.

“Aha! We have a subject! How about a little anatomy lesson?"

Keith broke from his body only briefly, swimming around the tank, jerking sharply to the side. Even though Raul glanced at him, he merely swung his tail, keeping himself level in the water as it moved over his gills, supplying him with the ability to filter oxygen from it. There was not much of him, not anymore, that cared what Keith was doing, as long as his son was okay.

Someone else, right then and there, well…they were more important.

“Here you go… Oh, this was the female!"

How could Kate have such a triumphant note in her voice? Raul didn't know, couldn't know, shaking his head lightly back and forth in the water, though it lacked the sharp, aggressive motion that denoted a shark about to attack. With his heart dropping, his wife and his son still there to protect, he didn't feel like he was in any state of mind to attack anyone. Maybe that was why Kate had chosen him and his family as a victim.

“Here you go…"

Kate smirked, showing them the underbelly of the dead lobster.

“This was the female… Earl! The extra swimmerets here, see… They are only present on the females. And the females have larger tails too – partially so that they can spread the tail fans to cover the genital pores. And the sperm mass too, of course, when the male deposits it on the belly of a receptive female. You really should know all this already, Raul – you're slacking on your job."

Raul trembled. His father… His father had changed into a female lobster? And…they were dead? Numbness spread through him and he jerked in the water, jostled by his son as Keith swam in close and body checked him. Whatever it was that Keith was trying to get him to do, however, he did not know and he couldn't have responded even if he had been able to communicate clearly with Keith.

Let him do as he wants…

_ _

Getting raped was the least of it, staring and trying to understand as Kate cracked the lobster's shell with a sound that was so familiar – just like being back at a restaurant and breaking the shell to get at the meat inside. Yet the horror was still there, aching deeply through, even if Raul could not bring himself to look away.

Freeing up the delectable meat of the tail, which could have been succulent and juicy if Raul had not known exactly where it had come from, Kate let the smell waft through the air. With his nose above the water briefly, he could scent it – though only vaguely. His sense of smell was much more refined when it came to being under the water, of course. That was one tiny scrap of comfort, at least, for Raul.

It was all he could take.

“Come on, sharky-shark," Kate taunted, dangling the meat in front of her nose as Keith launched himself back at her, fucking her into a corner and claiming her all over again. “Eat up! You wouldn't want your father's death to be in vain now, would you?"

What? No!

No, no, no – he couldn't do that, not in the slightest, striving to twist violently away with a jerk of his body as his son bred him all over again. Btu Keith had him pinned into the corner by Kate and the vicious woman was up on a small platform, a few steps, with the meat of the lobster dangling in front of her.

Kate's expression soured and she grabbed the shark's head firmly, acting more boldly than she had so far. With Raul pinned and fucked, the shark was caught in a state of breeding and slow to respond, allowing her to wrench Raul's head back around while his jaws were gaping.

“I said – eat up!"

The words came out snapped, like a command that had not been followed, yet Raul didn't know how to respond to that, what to do, whether he was ever supposed to do anything at all. A chunk of lobster flesh dropped into his mouth and he jerked his head back and forth, even as his body responded.

GULP!

_ _

Without thinking about it, he swallowed, and bucked in horror, his cloaca tightening around Keith's grasper. It tasted good, too good, yet disgustingly so, knowing exactly where that meat had come from. For it was not just food to him, not anymore, not when it was flesh from the body of a parent, his dear father who had never done anything wrong in his whole life. Earl had been so sweet, so kind and yet he had faced one of the worst fates of all, boiled alive.

Could Raul even feel glad that he was at peace? He had likely had years left to live…

He didn't fight as much as Kate grabbed his jaw and forced the meat down his throat, some part of instinct taking over. It was easy to gulp when he didn't have to chew and the lobster was bite size for a shark like him when the woman had ripped it all up, breaking the shell. Even the head.

Down his throat, down into his belly… Yet he felt it resting there, his stomach lurching and roiling sickeningly.

“Now… For not eating your father willingly…"

Kate shook her head at the shark, lips pursed disapprovingly. They really had to make it difficult on themselves, didn't they?

“Let's see… Where's our little fishie friend? Ah!"

She snatched up Susan in a net, the cleaner wrasse wriggling and squirming, flopping about wildly. Her gills gaped and she gasped furiously, trying to get any oxygen into her body that she could – but that was not to be the fish's last though. Oh no, not as Kate shoved her small, squirming body into the shark's mouth, Raul too slow to clamp her jaws shut and deny the entry.

Raul twisted, panic flooding him. His wife! He had his wife in his mouth! He twisted and jerked, but Kate shoved his nose right back into the sling where he had been originally trapped, hindering him enough while Keith was relentlessly breeding him, mating him repeatedly to spill his seed into a fertile female, that he couldn't get away. Forcing his jaws shut, Kate leaned down as far as she clearly dared, though Keith most likely did not even realise that his twisting, twining grasp, the two sharks belly to belly, made it so Raul could not get away from her and spit out his wife.

No, no… He focused on not swallowing, on fighting the urge, time seeming to slow down. Every second that passed rendered it more and more difficult to hold back, to stop his throat from working, from doing what a shark's body was meant to do. If there was something in his mouth it was meant to go down his throat into his stomach – and with his mouth closed he could not even attempt to spit out the wriggling fish.

Still alive… Yes, if Susan was still alive, he had to fight it, had to do everything possible, until…

No. No, he wouldn't think of that, wouldn't think like that. He had to hold on, even as Keith squirmed away, taking a break only for himself while Susan struggled within her husband's mouth, sharp teeth fencing her in.

He had to hold back, even as Kate took advantage of his position, the fish flickering and struggling across the base of his mouth, too close to the back of his mouth for comfort, to use a lobster claw on her.

“Give in…" She advised. “It'll be all the better for you. You won't have to worry about anything, not when she's gone. You'll just have your son to breed you, growing fat with shark pups, over and over again… Isn't that a good life to lead?"

No… No, never…

_ _

“Give in and I'll give you all the pleasure that you could ever want," Kate coaxed, wheedling the shark closer and closer to the edge. “Isn't that good? Aren't I being so very kind to you? I'll have so many new friends for you to play with, I promise you that you'll love it… So many orgasms… So many babies… Again and again… And sharks live for a long time too, so you'll have so much time to enjoy all of it."

Kate smirked, lips parted, a sheen of saliva at the corner of them.

“Doesn't that all sound such fun?"

Raul didn't know how someone could be as twisted as that, but he didn't need to know. He reeled from her, even as Kate forced his jaws to remain clamped shut, his wife's struggles just as furtive inside him. Yet Kate knew just how to pleasure him, to use and abuse his body, tracing the outline of his cloaca with her nail just before dipping inside, squeezing in with the claw just to show him just what he was missing out on.

In time, she would find more and more toys to use on the shark, not only the natural ones like the lobster claw… And then Raul would know the true meaning of pleasure. He would know how it was to roll in grief and have orgasm after orgasm sent through him, as if his body was a separate part to him from his mind, breaking him down more and more. He had faded more swiftly than she had expected, submitting to his son's mating lust, but that was just something that she would tweak when it came to future serums.

As much as she enjoyed having the shark at her disposal, well…she did so enjoy it even more when they fought back for days and weeks and months… Mm. It was what kept her going, thinking up new and wonderful ways to torture her victims.

Still, she could not allow the shark to keep the fish in his mouth, no. They would gulp them down, sooner or later, as much as Raul twisted and thrashed, fighting the natural urge to take down any sustenance required into his body. A shark, after all, just had to feed when it came right down to it. Raul was not mindless, yet it was still a body that required that he look after it. The animal instinct to survive, in many ways, could be even stronger than human ones, overriding any dark desire to slip away and forget the world when oblivion seemed more tempting.

She teased two fingers into the shark's sex, taunting Raul with how easily she controlled his body, twisting them up against her cloaca from the inside. Laughing aloud at just how the shark's tail twitched, Kate worked her fingers back and forth, applying more directly, stimulating pressure.

Yet the kicker really was in how she squeezed and rubbed the base of the shark's tail, treating the shark as just another one of her subjects. Raul was nothing more than that, at least to Kate. He was there to be broken down, to show him just how far he could fall, even when he already thought that he was at rock bottom.

“Give in… Just swallow… It's what she deserves."

Kate didn't know anything, in detail, about Susan, of course, but she didn't care for that. It had always been her aim to have Raul end his wife's live in some way, but she hadn't expected the shark to be quite so resistant to eating lobster meat. So many said it was delicious! He really shouldn't be as squeamish as he was about it, especially when he had clearly had lobster before. It was not as if it was anything new at all to the shark…

She worked Raul over, however, teasing back and forth within his cloaca, using the edge of her nails to rake pleasurably over the sensitive nerve endings in his tail. That was another effect from the serum that made the shark's body more sensitive and allow him even more erogenous zones. Although Kate's preference was to toy with the males who were transformed into females, she would see to it that she twisted and corrupted Keith's mind too, a man trapped in the body of a shark.

“Give in… It'll all be so easy… So very easy…"

Raul fought and fought and fought… Yet, as pleasure built, his wife squirmed haplessly to the back of his mouth, not knowing what way she was going.

It was just one of many things that, ultimately, sealed her fate.

Raul couldn't fight it anymore, his body wracked by a traitorous, treacherous orgasm as he swallowed reflexively. And he felt every moment of the slippery fish disappearing down his throat, Kate shoving his head back just to make sure they went down smoothly. He could not tell if they had been scraped or cut up on his teeth at all, yet it would fail to matter in the end. He should have already known that not a single one of them was going to get out of the thing alive.

Or at least in any state of mind to even want to continue living.

As her body twisted and pulled in orgasm, the fish slithered deeper and deeper down the shark's throat, into his belly. Climax was one thing but the pleasure was truly insidious when that sizeable chunk of a lobster claw was wedged back inside her. Raul heaved and tried to throw up, not even knowing if the body he was in (for there had been some surprises so far) was capable of doing so… And yet it was not so, not as he twisted and heaved, trying to buck and twist to get her back up again.

No, no, no, no…

_ _

No!

_ _

Susan!

_ _

But she was gone – still alive, but gone. And that was the worst thing of all as Raul shot away from Kate, heaving and wrenching his body about. He shook his head, hunching his back as if in an aggressive manoeuvre, tail stiff and barely flipping back and forth to pump himself through the water.

Could he spit her out? He didn't seem to have the reflexes or the muscles for that anymore…but there were some sharks that could regurgitate meals when they had eaten too much, all so they could eat more. That was often seen with blue sharks, the terror of sailors.

Like knowing that is going to help me now…

_ _

It was worse even than seeing his father, in lobster form, being cooked alive, boiled evenly through his body as he lost his life. The last vestiges of orgasm still pulled at his body as he heaved and jerked and, finally, had to admit that his wife wasn't going to come out his mouth again.

He heaved, though the stimulation had already forced his body to release more pheromones, even if Raul was not aware of it. As the fish squirmed and flopped about in his stomach, slowly but surely being digested, he tried to stay as still as possible. Maybe that would stop the natural workings of his body?

What if he even stopped breathing, stopped allowing water to pass through and over his gills in that moment? It might have helped, he thought, just a bit. If he died…maybe his wife could find a way out of him, get out through the slack muscles to swim back out of his mouth again.

It didn't seem like it was going to be possible, but it was just one way again to distract him from his grief. The darkness swamped him, pulling him down, and Raul hung in the water, drifting and listless. He didn't feel like he was getting enough oxygen to fuel his body, no, but that didn't matter. With Susan gone, dying slowly inside him…how was he supposed to go on? Keith seemed more than able to look after himself, he was a shark… Rhea wouldn't want to be around without her husband and, honestly, Raul had no confidence at all in his own ability to protect them anymore.

No… He had already failed at the one task that he had set himself in life. And the flickering, twitching writhe of his stomach overrode the arousal, the heat crawling through his body, induced into heat, all over again.

Keith did not suffer quite as much. After all, the shark didn't have his mother in his stomach, being digested. The shark, however, had realised what had happened.

How could I… He grappled with himself, even as those fresh pheromones assaulted his senses, his finely tuned sense of smell filtering them deep into his system. My mother… Mom? Mom, are you there?

_ _

He tried to shout, yet all the shark could do was think, sending his thoughts forth into the ether, helpless and hapless to do a damn thing else.

His mom was gone… Anger surged within him, tangled in the dark web of grief. And his father had eaten her! Why hadn't he held back, why hadn't he done something to stop it?

Alas, grief made individuals do weird and wonderful things – at least in Kate's opinion. That was exactly why she had delved into even darker kinks, contrasting arousal with grief and making those that grieved remember their arousal, time after time again.

Keith didn't know what to think, as failure raged within him, snarling and snapping, a wild beast caged within his body. His tail pumped erratically back and forth, back and forth, and he tried to hold back – but it just wasn't possible. His father was right there, swimming away from the tank wall, though there still was nowhere near enough space in there for them to move. They had nowhere to go, nowhere to escape to, and his grief shoved all thoughts of trying to be kind to his father, not to do what shark instinct told him to do, from his mind.

Maybe those thoughts, those notions, had never belonged there to begin with.

He snapped as he lunged for his father, his heart aching, stomach dropping. He'd never felt like that before, like there was no light ahead, no day ahead, no time that he ever would have wanted to step into. Who cared what was happening when his mother had been ripped from him so unceremoniously, as if it was nothing at all?

His father had not even done anything about it…

So, he inhaled the pheromones and curled around his father again, trapping him bodily against the side of the tank with his own body, twisting his tail around. He was more intent than ever and the first few rounds, even that long, extended one in the middle, were not enough to satisfy him.

Keith wouldn't know that it was Kate's serums that forced him to want sex, again and again. He shook his head back and forth, teeth catching his father's hide and sinking in deeply again, the scars to linger, showing Raul just what his son had done to him – not that either would ever be able to forget it. His grasper slid smoothly up into his father, ramming deep, and the throbbing pulse of the shark's cloaca and passage around him was more than enough for him to get his rocks off.

That was all it boiled down to, uncontrollable lust overruling intense grief, the darkness of it flaring up against arousal, so hot, coiling and twisting with him. His father shuddered and yet Keith didn't even register it as a bad thing. The shark was just a breeding female against him and he was dead set on doing absolutely everything that he could to make it through the outpouring of grief.

Sharks did not grieve. Humans grieved. But sharks did not have any physical way to grieve, not in the way that Keith, in any way, shape or form would ever have been used to.

So, he was left at a loss as his gills fluttered to take in all the water and filter out the oxygen that he needed, scenting his father's body in the water. Rage snapped within him as he climaxed, not caring for his father's pleasure, not in the slightest. He was just there to fill him, to take him, to find some way, any way, to crush the grief within him, the aching need to do anything at all to make it just that little better.

Only later would Keith realise that there was no way to change grief or one's experience of it. It had to be borne through, lived in the experience of it.

It was a shame that Kate wasn't ever going to let any of them work through their grief, having lost two members of their family within such a short timeframe.

He twisted and ground, the rock and hump of his body coming in a swirl of bubbles, water moving fluidly around him. He could have stopped, maybe…but the notion didn't even cross his mind. Keith relished in sensation, locking down into that, as if by the mere act of doing so, he could forget about everything that he had gone through.

I would stop if I could.

_ _

That was what Keith told himself, but, well…he wasn't even sure how much of that was true, not as he twirled around his father, holding his body tightly, one grasper slipping out and the other slipping inside. Sharks would mate and take everything they could, out in the wild, but there was nothing natural about the two of them. Even their bodies were broken with the serum, warped into something that would never, not ever, have been found in the open ocean.

Raul bore through it, his grief rendering him slow and dull. He didn't want to think about anything, didn't even want to be there. Sure, he still had his son and he still had his mother, in the body of a male lobster, like Kate had said… But what did any of that even mean? Was that still a family when they were all trapped in animal bodies?

“Come here, my dear…" Kate crooned darkly, scooping up Rhea, in the form of a male lobster while the sharks were still mating. “Don't you want to see your husband? There's always time for a final goodbye. Well, a few moments, at least…"

The lobster waved their claws about but there was nothing of Rhea left in the male, her lack of the extra swimmers denoting her body as male, even though her mind was not. There was no telling just how much consciousness in there, with the limited senses of a lobster, was even left, but Kate simply didn't care about any of that.

She smirked down at the frothing, churning water as the sharks mated, though her attention, for a brief while, was on the remains of the first lobster – and showing Rhea just what had become of her husband. There was some shell left, but she'd tossed more chunks in for the sharks. Whether or not the sharks had realised what they were snapping up was another question entirely, though it did not bother her, no, not in the slightest.

She'd make them eat lobster for the rest of their lives, perhaps even more cleaner wrasse too – even though the latter would not normally have made up a part of their diet in any way. It would all serve as a reminder to them as to what they had lost, what they would never have ever again.

And wasn't that something? Beautiful, in fact, at least to her.

“Listen to me."

Keith broke from his father, anger roiling with grief inside him, threatening to pull him under. He could hear Kate too clearly, as if the woman was in his head. Hatred for her strove to bubble up but…hm…it was as if it couldn't latch on inside him as well as other things. Grief and arousal still tangled around one another, as if one could not exist anymore without the other being present.

That was not something that Keith, in such a form with the serum affecting his ability to think, would ever be able to work out. And that was okay. Kate was in charge. Kate was in control. She was the one who took care of everything.

He had never been one to take control of anything, or the lead. So maybe, for Keith, it was better that he fall in line.

However, those dark thoughts would still be there, things that he didn't want to be in place anymore. If he put them all down to having come from Kate and her twisted ways, he could pretend that he was still himself, that he was still whole and capable.

That he was still…Keith.

“Don't worry." Kate smiled at them all, Keith poking his nose above the surface of the water, though it did not seem natural to him. “Lobsters… They can still feel pain, it's all okay. Studies have shown that…watch…"

Slowly, as the two sharks watched in horror, rubbing up against one another in a false sense of requiring comfort and physical touch, she pulled at the first of the lobster's legs, tearing it from Rhea's body. The claws waved and legs twitched but Rhea didn't seem to have as much energy left in her as she had before, as if she had given up. Maybe that was due to losing her husband, or perhaps the lobsters had just expended too much energy in their fight for survival.

Keith didn't know. Raul didn't know.

But Raul thrashed and tried to shove his way, not even thinking about what he was doing, through the glass, even if the tank was not something that he was ever going to be able to escape from. He would always have to be in the water, filtering water through his gills, always swimming, always mating. The need of his body, even then, made that explicitly clear.

One more leg popped off, the shell breaking slowly at the point where the leg joined the body. The lobster twitched and flinched and Raul juddered, a ripple going through his body, from nose to tail.

It was wrong… No…

Not his mother.

But she was going, moment by moment, everything passing with the ticking of the clock. Yet time would cease to have any meaning ever again, because the sharks just wouldn't have to focus on that. The change of water temperature and the pull of the currents would be even more important to them, after all, as time went on.

Even when they were forced to live the rest of their lives in a tank.

“One more…leg… Some say the legs are the tastiest part but I like the meat, the body…"

She tossed the legs that she tore off, one after the other, into the tank. The sharks could eat them or not but, well, it was most likely that they would grow hungry sooner or later, forced into devouring another family member. Keith had snapped up some of Earl, after all.

He flicked his tail back and forth. His father pressed against him and then shot away, shaking his head.

Keith watched. He watched every leg being pulled off his grandmother's body, losing her, bit by bit. The end was coming, even though none of them wanted to see Rhea either dead or suffering… Truthfully, there was no difference there, for either fate was terrifying for Rhea.

But was it any better for Raul and Keith, forced to watch the slow decline?

With every leg ripped off, tossed into the tank with soft, barely audible plops, Kate smirked, re-filling the pot on the camping stove.

“In you go… I mean, I won't be eating you, no… But the sharks will need something when someone eventually comes by to find you here. So, get cooked nicely for them. It'll be their first, real, full meal as sharks."

Kate smirked, dropping Rhea into the pot, legless and still, even her claws snapped off so she couldn't even drag herself along with them.

“Your husband… Hm. He was merely an appetiser. They'll eat every scrap of you, sooner or later. So, at least your death will do them some good."

Although the water in the pot was cold, it would take some time to heat up with the camping stove on the lowest setting. Slowly boiling, simmering at first, it would heat up increasingly, drawing out Rhea's suffering while all the lobster was able to do was flick and curl her tail, no more than that.

It would take her far, far longer than her husband to die.

“Well… My dears…" Kate smirked, standing up tall, checking her outfit, the disguise that she had donned. “I must bid you farewell, though I have enjoyed my fun with you. Those slow transformations, especially… Hm. Those were something special. Seeing a human body become that of a shark, growing a shell… Why, I'll have to add even more creatures, just your transformed forms, to my collection. And my collection is always expanding."

Never had Kate ever killed off most of a family in one go. She had killed off a single member, however, just to see how grief and arousal could be broken together, tangled and twisted. But three at one time… Well, the wife was, most likely, still squirming and wriggling, dying slowly. Three at once was something else, breaking them swiftly, perhaps a little too swiftly for Kate. Leaving them to absorb what they had done was needed, that time, so they could stew and sit in their grief.

Before she left, however, she used a syringe and needle on the end of a long pole to jab into each of the sharks, injecting them with a long-lasting serum. It would not send them, immediately, into breeding frenzies, but it would severely heighten their sexual activity.

Poor Raul would be raped and bred within an inch of his life. But only time would tell how many shark pups he would birth.

Left there, Kate gone, Raul swam around, testing out the limits of the tank. Yet he sank lower and lower in the water, his tail swinging lightly back and forth. He didn't even have the energy to pump it strongly, as if he was a shark. He didn't want to look, but he had to look too, had to watch and take note of the pot boiling, slowly, the lobster cooking alive in the heating water.

His son latched onto him again and all Raul did was twist around to face his mother in the pot, watching the lobster. She looked so helpless… And there he was, useless, a failure to his family. All the while, his wife squirmed and flopped and wriggled in his belly, fighting for a life that she would not have for all that much longer. Susan may as well have already been gone.

But Raul would know exactly when her struggles ceased.

Weeks later, Kate returned to the aquarium. Under the guise of being a journalist, with a fake ID to confirm her identity, she had got entry to the backstage area of the aquarium, making sure that she could see just how her transformed sharks were getting along with one another.

It seemed that they had been put on display via a video feed too, for research purposes, though they had shocked visitors too much with their frequent mating displays. They churned and swirled through their tanks, even stirring up sand at the bottom – though always remained just about in control of themselves enough to stop their bodies from scraping against the rocks that decorated their tanks, or even the rougher, more natural-looking sides of their tank. Their tank was in an area that should have been in public display, yet they had not been able to stay there, as visitors had started making complaints. Of course, there was absolutely nothing wrong at all with sharks mating but, well…some didn't want to see things that were too natural at an aquarium.

Kate didn't understand that. But the video feed had become incredibly popular too, bringing in more and more revenue for the aquarium using advertisements and endorsements, which was a good thing at least. They mated vigorously, multiple times a day, and even Kate had to say that the opportunity to research the intricacies of shark mating was a spectacle and an opportunity that she was so very glad to accept for her own.

They had her to thank for the chance, after all. Such a shame that she could not openly tell them all that she was the one responsible for it.

She watched them, in an adult only event one evening, the sharks that she had transformed swirling through their tank, coiled around one another, almost as if they were more serpent-like than shark-like. But they were still sharks and still predators, still the forces of nature that she had wanted to show them to be. Yet they were controlled by their lusts, the need to breed overpowering all else in their lives, almost even the need to feed.

“Oh, my… Look at them go!"

She ignored those around her, a small crowd that was interested in the spectacle gathering. It was unfortunate that they could not have the sharks on display to the main public, but it was good to see others appreciating them too, gawking at her creations.

As the sharks broke from another mating session, drifting away from each other, Kate smiled widely. Even though it was not really all that accepted in an aquarium environment, she knocked on the glass to get their attention.

“Hey, you two…" She breathed. “Did you miss me?"

Even Kate caught the furious note in her voice, as if she was losing control. Ah, but she couldn't – not there. She couldn't do anything to either of the sharks in public, as much as she might have liked to.

Another time, perhaps… Perhaps even she could add an aquarium extension on to her facility. She could even expand into a second premises. With people being much less familiar with the habits and lifestyles of aquatic creatures, there was even more she could do to control them and twist their habits. She smirked. There was a chance even to further confuse the research of established scientists…

So much fun to be had.

The sharks swam in close, not caring to appear like normal sharks. They were not normal sharks, after all, so there was no sense at all in them even attempting to behave like them. Yet the shame and humiliation was evident to see even in their eyes.

Kate smiled, laying her hand flat on the tank, her palm facing the sharks.

“I'm that person, yes. You remember me."

Yes… Yes, they knew who she was. She was the one who had ruined their lives for no reason. And neither Raul nor Keith would ever know just why Kate had done what she had done.

Kate took a step back, ignorant of the crowd, her hands clasped together before her chest.

She would find new victims…yet, for the time being, she would take her delight and pleasure in the entrapment of the sharks.

It was her delight, their suffering.

All in the way of performing the acts of the depraved.