Second Skins
By TheNomeKing, for IcyFoxy

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A new moon glimmered in the obsidian sky, its light joining with the many thousands of stars that shone high above the earth. A man dressed in a light blue shirt and loose khaki shorts, wandered down a long and winding pathway which led towards a sweeping beach, the ocean waters which crashed gently upon the sandy shores; glimmered with the beauty off the night sky. Brandon looked out across the ocean as he finally reached the sandy shores of the beach, where two large stilted wooden seats sat and looked out over the waters.

A smile curled across Brandon’s tan lips, his heart racing with excitement as he felt his sandals sinking into the sand, the tiny grains of stone rolling up between his toes. He shivered at how cool the sand felt against his skin, and quickly walked over to one of the stilted wooden chairs where the lifeguards would sit and watch for danger in the water. He was never able to swim out as far as he’d like, before the lifeguards would blow their whistles and call him back. He dropped his bag down against one of the thick wooden stilts of the lifeguard’s chairs, and begun unzipping his backpack before pulling out a shimmering black wetsuit. Brandon grinned with excitement as he removed his thin black framed glasses and dropped them in the backpack, then quickly removed his shirt before adjusting the fringe of his mid-length black hair away from his eyes. Desperate to get the suit on and dive into the water, he threw off his shorts, sandals and underpants, then picked up the black neoprene apparel. He sniggered as he slid on the wetsuit, the supple fabric also felt rather cool against his tan skin. Thanks to not being particularly hairy; Brandon was able to slide his new wetsuit on without much trouble, and zipped up the back before walking toward the beckoning waters.

“Let’s give you a go then” Brandon quietly said to himself as he approached the waters, his brown eyes staring out into the glimmering waters with an eagerness to test the new wetsuit. He’d bought it off some special website, apparently having some sort of streamline design and ‘magical protection’, which Brandon thought was particularly humorous. He knew it was all just hippie magic bullshit, but he couldn’t deny the many amazing reviews the product had garnered, so he put aside his skepticism and simply trusted in the wetsuit to keep him safe.

“AHH! Here we go!” Brandon gasped as he felt the cool waters splash up against his legs, before taking a deep breath and dived into the waters. His whole body shuddered as he launched himself into the cool ocean, darting through the water like a fish and finally coming up for air and gasping loudly.

“Oh yes! Much better” He chuckled before spitting out some saltwater he’d accidently swallowed, and continued to swim out into the sea, wondering how far out he could make it before swimming back. After a few minutes of swimming, Brandon came to a stop as he felt the waves gradually dying down, until he was so far out he wasn’t able to feel the influence of the tides as strongly as before. Before Brandon had a chance to admire the view, he felt something strange tugging at his foot, something sharp and pointed. A scream left his mouth as he was suddenly jerked downwards, pulled below the waves for a moment, until whatever had grabbed his foot released its hold and allowed the terrified man to resurface.

“ARHghh! Jeez what the hell was that!?” Brandon spluttered as he breached the water, his eyes darting around to see what’d grabbed him, hastily scanning the shimmering surface of the ocean until he saw something that made his stomach lurch and his heart pound violently within his chest. The tip of what appeared to be a fin broke the surface of the water, slicing through the waves like a knife and began to approach Brandon. The shape and colour of the fin was unmistakable, it belonged to a shark!

“Fuck this noise!” Brandon shouted before turning towards the shore and began to paddle as fast as he could, kicking his legs and using his arms to move as quickly as possible. He began to make progress before he turned his head to see the shark’s fin getting closer, seemingly darting towards him. His heartbeat raced in his chest, his blood burning with adrenaline as he stared at the approaching dorsal fin of the ocean hunter, his body shaking with fear as he braced for the impact of the shark’s jaws. 

“ARHHH FUCK!” Brandon screamed as he felt the wetsuit suddenly tighten against his skin, closing his eyes and grunting as it felt as if the suit had suddenly shrunk to become a size too small. A few moments passed and Brandon opened his eyes to see that the shark’s fin had disappeared, leaving the ocean just as calm and peaceful as it’d once been. 

“URgh! What the h…hell?!” Brandon shouted loudly as he looked around, before turning his attention towards his wetsuit, and grabbed the fabric with both hands to try and pull it away from his skin. He gasped for air as the suit began to restrict his chest, using his legs to keep himself afloat. Brandon’s face went pale as he felt something pressing up against the interior of his wetsuit, and could feel some strange vibrations coming from his lower back. The terrified human beat his hands against the water to keep his head above the calm ocean waves, before reaching down and pressed his palms against something sharp and pointed which began to stretch out from the neoprene. It felt like his wetsuit was straining against a sharp pointed object, almost as something had been lodged between his backside and the neoprene interior of his expensive surfing garment. 

What Brandon found strange about these sensations of stretching, was that he felt the interior of the wetsuit pressing up hard against his skin, as if this extending object belonged to him. A wave of adrenaline washed through Brandon as he felt the sudden vibration of tearing fabric, then felt something pliant and flexible slide through the neoprene of his garment. The cold waters rushed against his lower back and ass as the cooler seawater began to mix with the warmer water within the suit, a clean indication that there was a breach in the neoprene. Brandon gathered his senses and tried to swim back to the shore, resolving to investigate the tear when he was safe. As he swam, he could feel the muscles in his lower back and buttocks twitching, which produced a strange tugging feeling from his backside. A sudden sensation of popping began to shudder up his spine, which felt as if it was emanating from the breach in his wetsuit, only to be followed by a bizarre wave of heat that began to soothe the cold touch of the ocean waters.

“Godda g…get back!” Brandon cried out as he felt the strange sensations of creaking and popping were only growing stronger by the second, while at the same time; the whole within his wetsuit grew larger and continued to tear, as if something large was stretching the hole apart. He could feel his skin tugging and twisting, like if something had grabbed onto his backside and was pulling away from him, holding him back from the shore. Brandon turned round in a panic, thinking that the shark had gotten a grip on his suit or was tugging upon his skin somehow, and turned round to bat it upon the nose. His hands did not strike the nose of a shark however, but instead he felt his hands brace across the smooth surface of a scaled muscular appendage, which felt like a rather large tail. Brandon stopped swimming and used his legs to keep himself afloat as he reached behind him with both hands, and felt a strange growth expanding out from his backside. He could feel the touch of fingers through the flesh that extended forth, his wetsuit had torn to allow passage for this large muscular growth. His heartbeat only began to increase as he stroked his hands down the surface, which felt oddly hard and smooth and was entirely unlike anything human. Instead he could feel tiny separations in the surface, which felt very similar to the coarse scaled skin of a shark. The end of this tail-like shaft tapered towards a wide surface, where the shaft of his muscular growth flattened out into a wide fan shape, extending towards two pointed tip, the dorsal side being much longer than the other.

“Wha….what the hell’s happening! What is th…this?!” Brandon cried out as he recognized this shape, and could feel through this strange scaly object as if it were his own limb. It was a tail, a shark’s tail no less! And it seemed to be growing larger with every passing second, tugging at his human flesh as it gained mass and weight. Brandon stroked the surface, feeling the swelling muscular flesh beneath expanding out against the new scaly skin, yet he was unable to see its full splendor; thanks to the waters that obscured his sight. A sudden rush of heat flushed through his lower body again, but this time felt a strange tugging sensation upon his crotch and genitals. Brandon cried out, instinctively reaching down to grab his groin as he felt a bizarre throbbing heat spill into his cock and balls. 

His ass tingled as he felt his buttocks slowly starting to spread apart to make room for the growing piscine tail, seemingly consuming the mass of his backside to make way for more muscle and fat with which to pad out his scaly appendage. Brandon’s legs began to tire from the constant thrashing, his muscles burning as he felt his cock and balls tugging downwards, causing them to rub up against the inside of the neoprene as the suit continued to split apart. Suddenly, his face struck the water as his legs gave in, the muscles unable to maintain the constant effort of keeping him afloat. Brandon sunk into the depths, his legs locked up and unable to move, his gaze shifting upwards to peer at the surface of the water which began to grow further and further away.

He could feel the muscles in his tail twitching, and without much thought; he began to instinctively shake the strong muscular appendage. He twisted his tail left and right, wriggling his body upwards until his head burst out the water, and he took a deep breath once again. 

Gasping for air, Brandon used his tail to keep himself afloat; beating it against the water of the ocean, before another sudden wave of heat thrust into his loins and deep into his legs. The sounds of popping bones shuddered up his spine and into his skull, until a sudden gasping moan left Brandon’s petrified lips.

ARHHH! AAAHHH Wha…aaaht the fuck is goooing ooon!” Brandon cried out at the sudden rush of sensitivity that began to become apparent in his groin, his cock throbbing as blood was forced inside and his balls ached against the tight neoprene. He could feel his anus being pulled back with every growth spurt from his tail, which only seemed to be getting bigger the more he used it to stay afloat. 

Brandon pressed his hands against his hardening member, suddenly gasping with a strange sense of alien delight at the rippling waves of climactic pleasure that pulsated within his loins. Where he’d usually feel a growing orgasm within his loins, he began to feel it within his tail. As if his internal plumbing was shifting and changing too! Brandon groaned as he reached a hand behind him, stroking his back and feeling the skin hardening into the same rough scaly skin that covered his tail. He reached down beneath the base of his tail, and could feel the flesh of his buttocks merging with the huge muscular appendage, which was now almost the same width as his lower torso.

“AHHhh! Ohhh f….fuck!” Brandon cried out as he felt his cock shudder beneath the neoprene wetsuit, the fabric suddenly splitting down between his legs until he could feel the cool waters of the ocean wash over his cock, balls and ass.
“Ah! AHH! OH Y…YES!” Brandon suddenly screamed, his voice echoing across the waters, and with not a soul in sight. It was just he, who heard the reverbed sounds of his pleasured cries. His moans of bliss become even louder as he back to gently stroke his member, a wave of lust and uncontrollable arousal had seemed to wash over him, and the movement of his tail and the tugging upon his ass had started to feel quite sensual. A powerful wave of pleasure suddenly shuddered between Brandon’s legs, and without much warning; he felt two large objects force their way inside him. He fell back against the water, his lungs filling with air as he gasped, which served to keep him floating. His tail shook with pleasure as it thrashed back and forth against the ocean, producing splashes which splatted over his chest. His eyes gazed up at the stars as he cried out in terrified pleasure, unable to stop himself from indulging in the horrifyingly sensual sensations that shuddered between his legs and deep into his tail. He should have been swimming away to safety, knowing that there was a shark in the water who was hunting him. Yet he couldn’t bring himself to move, nor could he resist the urge to touch his member and shake his strong shark tail, which continued to snap, pop and shudder as it grew longer and. Another wave of strange alien bliss shudder into his loins as he felt the same two large objects stretching his flesh apart, and felt as if they were moving through a soft squishy passage. He didn’t know what was happening, but all he knew was the paralyzing rushes of orgasmic bliss that pounded the walls through which this objects travelled; was enough to make Brandon desire more.

“Ohh f…fuck is tha….that my t..tail!?” Brandon cried out as he looked down, panting loudly and breathing deeply to keep himself afloat, his eyes gazing down between his legs to see a thick shining shark tail breaching the water, moving left and right with every twitch of his muscles. He could feel the water against the smooth silver scales, the underside of the caudal fin seemed to be quite sharp and pointed, which seemed typical of predatory sharks. He saw oozing pre-cum dribbling from his cock, which had started to push upwards as the massive tail grew larger. The split in his wetsuit started to spread up his belly and exposed more of his changing tan flesh to the waters. Brandon suddenly felt a jerking in his cock, a sudden rush of orgasmic pleasure began to pound his insides as he watched his cock shrinking rapidly.

“NNOO! NNGGHAaaahhh!” Brandon cried out as he released the grip on his shaft, watching it shrink and rapidly tug downwards into his expanding tail, before his words were cut off by the sudden orgasmic rush that flooded the interior of his loins and muscular shark appendage. Spurting streams of male cum splattered across his wetsuit, and into the waters of the sea as his shrinking manhood messily ejaculated the last of his human seed. His body shook as he reached down, moaning at the sight of his once proud member diminishing before his eyes. The joints in his legs began to pop and strain as he reached down, and slid his trembling fingers across his shrinking cock, which had now diminished to a meager two inches down from six, in but a few mere moments!

“Nggg! N…no c…come baaack” Brandon cried out as he felt his cock sliding up beneath something soft, wet and cold. A sudden wave of bliss shuddered through his body as his fingertips discovered something new, something that was entirely alien to the terrified human. He felt the warm slippery entrance of what felt like a rather large vulva, while his cockhead continued to shrink down and slid between the folds, disappearing before the skin around this new slit began to rapidly harden. 

He could feel his tan skin tightening and becoming taught, as if it were being stretched flat by many pairs of hands. His aching opening squelched and forced another cry of pleasure from Brandon’s quivering lips as he felt the slit moving down and settling across his tail near his asshole, which he was able to see thanks to the growth of his massive piscine appendage. At this point he no longer possessed a buttocks, his spine connected perfectly to his tail in a continuous streamlined form. While his belly smoothed over to the smooth shark-like skin of his crotch and tail. A snapping sounded from Brandon’s pelvis as he rubbed the outside of his slit, moaning at the feeling of his legs being pushed apart to make way for the massive silver shark tail that dominated his lower body. While biting his lower lip, Brandon slid his fingers inside his new quivering vent, his eyes bulging wide at the sudden rush of pleasure that shot into his body, which made him force his fingers even further into the slippery vulva, the scaly exterior stretching apart to allow another finger inside. Brandon gasped as he felt his vent moving down his tail, a new fin formed just beneath his pucker as the throbbing sensation of this new opening began to tingle and merge with her human asshole. The dark puckered skin hardened as it fused with the new slit, Brandon’s fingers slid around the end and felt the ring of human muscles sinking down beneath the slippery wet innards, until he finally understood what was happening.

“Ohh g…god! It’s a…a…ARRRGHHHH!” Brandon stammered before his words devolved into a scream of bliss at the sight of his anal fin growing out from the thick silvery tail, his fingers sliding deep inside the new slippery shark cloaca. The pleasure drunk human cried out in confused bliss, unable to comprehend what was happening, he simply lay back and enjoyed the intoxicating sensations of his new aching cloaca. As he pleasured his new piscine anatomy, he could feel his feet loosing sensation as the muscles began to shrivel and shrink, and an understanding of what was happening began to dawn. 

Brandon couldn’t understand why or how, but he was a hunter of the deep, like the very shark that’d dragged him beneath the ocean mere moments before. The beautiful silvery sharkskin of his tail glimmered in the light of the moon, along with the shape of his tail and the caudal fin, seemed to suggest some kind of tiger shark. 

But it wasn’t what he had, that terrified Brandon the most; it was what he did not possess, specifically his lack of claspers. The fact his fingers slid deeper into the slit, into tight muscular walls of his sensitive vent, was a clear indication that he wasn’t just becoming a shark, but a female one! His sex was shifting, his internal organs morphing and his sexual plumbing changing. He understood why he couldn’t feel his testicles, for they were already inside him, moving deep into his developing womb and becoming the ovaries of a shark. To lay eggs for the male that would impregnate him, the one that was probably waiting in the depths below!

“AHhhhh th..this isn’t r…real! This c….caaaaan’t be reeeall!” Brandon screamed in terrified feminine pleasure at the horribly sensual bliss that he brought upon himself, as he was unable to tear his hands away from the new throbbing shark cloaca. As the helpless human stroked his new cloacal opening, his human legs which had begun to change and shift to suit his future form; continued to shrink as his muscles and flesh diminished. 

The waves gently brushed against his scaly tail as he slid his fingers deep within his female opening, moaning as he stared at the sky, unable to pull his fingers away, unable to cease his mindless self-pleasure. His feet began to pop and creak as the bones began to fuse and change, his flesh forming forwards as the toes merged together into a solid lump, the toenails being rapidly assimilated by the changing flesh, which began to appear quite silvery as scales formed. His legs snapped as they popped upwards, and Brandon could feel his morphing legs sliding up the inside of his now rather loose wetsuit, the bones rapidly shortening until they began to take on a rather deformed appearance. 

Brandon looked down in a panic, his mouth gasping for air as he slid his fingers free of his muscular shark cloaca after feeling his hand straining from the pressure. His heart raced at the sight of not only his legs shrinking away, which left behind empty and floppy wetsuit leggings, but also the changes that’d struck his hand.

“Noooo! No no nggAHHH!!” Brandon cried out as he saw that the hand he’d been using to pleasure himself, like his feet; had started to change in the same way. His fingers began to stick together, as if somebody had slathered superglue between his digits; they began to merge and meld into a singular mass. Brandon cried out in a panicked tone of voice, “Nnng…no n…need more!” as he reached his other hand across and slid it back into the slippery cloaca, watching with terrified glee as his right hand began to shift before his very eyes. His fingernails rapidly began to slide into his fusing fingers, his shoulder snapped and popped into place as he felt the bones becoming shorter and smaller than before. His right arm snapped back, his cries of pleasure and fear echoed across the gentle waves that continued to hold him, his tail twitching and thrashing with the bliss of his new piscine vent and the aggressively sensual transformation that fueled his arousal. 

“AHhh m….my arm, m…my legs! ARHHHH!” Brandon screamed with terrified ecstasy, as his fingers massaged the inner walls of his cloaca and the newly configured reproductive organs that lay within, sending waves of pleasure through his body. Combined with the sudden reconfiguration of his skeleton as his upper legs disappeared completely into his lower body, the rhythmic pulsating waves of inhuman pleasure served to keep Brandon’s mind in a state of confused bliss. Brandon rolled his eyes back and shuddered as he felt his lower legs become but a mere third of their former length, his feet now so small; that they were merely flat pointed tips that looked like fins at the end of his diminishing limbs. His wetsuit tore again as his torso started to swell with new muscle and mass, becoming continuous with his long muscular appendage and producing a smooth streamlined body from chest to tail. He could feel the skin of his back and chest tightening, becoming taught and smooth as the hardening flesh separated into tiny overlapping scales, changing the colour of his belly from a light brown, to a shimmering silver. The wetsuit tore apart down the belly, revealing more of his shimmering silver hide, which was in stark contrast to the glistening wet black neoprene. Unbeknownst to Brandon, his back had become a darker shade of silver, with black stripes akin to a tiger appearing in bands that encircled towards his midsection.

“Ohhhh god m…more! I c…can’t take it!” the changing human cried out as he looked down to see his former human legs finally disappear, leaving him with two short pelvic fins, which he could feel moving in place of his human legs. His wetsuit tore upwards even further, allowing his stubby fin-like lower limbs to wriggle free, until his lower body was entirely shark. Brandon’s right arm suddenly snapped upwards as his hand and lower arm fused together into a short fat singular mass, the entire right side of his body seemed to bulk up asymmetrically from his left, and rapidly tore apart the fabric from the pressure of expansion. His stubby arm wiggled free of the empty and loose wetsuit arm, and turned round to see that the entire left side of his body had become beautifully scaly, and his arm had fully transformed into a stumpy pectoral fin. 

A sudden contraction struck Brandon’s left hand, forcing his attention downwards as he sensed an expansion of his fingers inside his cloaca, knowing that the change was about to ravage the only human hand he had left. He slid his fingers out to see them fusing together, the skin changing colour as it hardened and separated into shimmering silver scales. 

“N…no! NO PL…EEAARRRGHH!” The terrified human cried out as he fell back into the waves as his arms shortened, his pleas of desperation were to feel something inside his cloaca once again. This had been denied as he fell beneath the waves at the sudden expulsion of air that was forced out his lungs, the sudden shock of the water hitting his face caused Brandon to take a gulp of water. His eyes widened in shock as his right pectoral fin flapped against the water, and his changing thrashed in a panic, his tail twitching about as he realized he could no longer breathe. He could hear muffled cracks and pops beneath the water as he began to fall into the ocean, the sounds of snapping bone emanated from the vertebrae within his neck as the flesh began to rapidly swell with newfound flesh and muscle, growing larger with every attempt to breathe that he took. His chest stopped compressing as he opened his maw and suddenly felt a wave of coolness wash through his mouth and out through his neck. 

Brandon gulped and began to instinctively take in water, and felt it soothingly rush through strange openings in his neck. He reached his fused fin-like left hand up to his neck, and felt the floppy openings of gills that’s formed in his fat swelling neck, allowing him to reside permanently beneath the waves like a real creature of the depths. His left arm finally finished its transformation, shuddering back into his body until he was left with two short pectoral flippers. His wetsuit still clung onto his growing neck and short flipper, but began to tear apart even more, leaving only a few strands to keep it in place. His face was forced forwards as the swelling flesh became continuous with his rounded chest and chin, until it was impossible to tell where his neck actually was. His brown eyes glinted at the sight of the starry sky fading from his view, the darkness of the ocean surrounding him. Until light filled his eyes! 

The once brown irises grew larger and began to rapidly change colour; becoming a bright shimmering purple. His pupils expanded to allow more light onto his retinas, and the white sclera of his human eyes faded away. Through his new dark bestial eyes, he peered effortlessly into the deep, and could see the ocean floor, and all the fish that swam in the distance. He then spotted something approaching him, and realized the large fish was the same shark that’d attacked him before. A huge muscular male no less, with shimmering silver scales and the same black striped patterns that Brandon now possessed. His
Spine snapped rather loudly as his body grew longer, his entire lower form and most of his upper body had become that of a smooth streamlined feral shark. Brandon felt more water rush through his gills as his face began to pop forwards, a panic rushing over her as she watched the male approach, his huge mouth opening to reveal rows of sharp teeth. The teeth suddenly sunk into Brandon’s silvery upper body, scraping against the tough hide and hard scales, which kept him secured in place. 

Brandon felt water rushing into his mouth as the male dragged him down into the ocean, his claspers twisting upwards and pressing against Brandon’s sides. The last strands that kept the neoprene wetsuit in place finally gave way, and the only item of clothing that could’ve suggested Brandon had once been human; was torn away and dropped into the dark of the sea. He should have been terrified of this powerful shark, his huge muscular body pinning the changing human and preventing him from escaping. But he wanted, no…he NEEDED to feel this male inside him, inside HER. 

Brandon slid her ventral side against the shark’s claspers, feeling both sliding against her cloaca and stretching her opening stretch apart. In a situation where she was able to cry out in pleasure, she would have done so, but the soon-to-be shark was only able to gulp more water through her gills as she relaxed against the waves. Her back creaked as the male pounded her scaly cloaca, her dorsal fin began to rapidly growth out from her smooth stripy back, growing longer, thinner and stronger, until started to feel the water rushing against its scaly surface.

Her eyes began to push apart as her mouth widened and her nose, upper lip and head began to all meld into one from the expansion and transformation of her skull. Her jaw snapped as her almost pitch black eyes widened, and were dragged apart from one another, moving apart slowly to rest on the sides of her widening piscine head. Aching pains strained in her gums as the old useless ominous human teeth fell away to the ocean floor, replaced by vicious serrated carnivorous shark teeth. Two rows formed as they extend out her gums, whilst her former dark human hair started to detach from her scalp, and the features of the old human known as Brandon, faded away. The male used his powerful fins and muscles to thrust in and out of her aching shark sex, her mouth straining as she was mated with, feeling it growing wider, larger and stronger. Her face snapped and popped as her brain moved back and became slightly smaller, her eyes larger and her electrically sensitive nose formed into a wide edge that encircled the front of her snout; which was quite typical of a tiger shark. 

The new female shark shuddered as she felt the warmth of the male’s seed spill inside her, her huge jaws clamped down after she pulled more water through her gills, until the last patch of human skin was consumed; forever changed into the glistening silver scales of a shark. 

Her powerful muscular body shook as she finally succumbed to her intense transformation, the long streamlined shark that held her in place thrashed with pleasure, and forced waves of pleasure through her sensitive piscine pussy, causing her to shake with bliss as well. Her huge black and purple eyes stared out into the deep, seeing far more than she could before, picking up a sense of her surroundings and a general awareness of the ocean currents. She felt a swelling behind her cloaca as her transformation came to a close, her face popping as the last bones shifted into place. And after a few wonderful minutes, her orgasm died down and she was left with the burning afterglow of the male’s seed deep within her. The male released his grip upon her sides and slid his hard claspers out of her stretched shark cloaca, the lower part of her tail now looking rather bloated and swollen from the aggressive ordeal.

She watched as the male swam away, her huge black eyes peering at his supple tail and beautiful body, knowing that she now possessed such a form. Now being driven by pure instinct, she peered down at the ocean beds, able to see the dirt and rocks that would make a perfect place for the final part of her descension into a shark. Using her powerful new tail, she swam towards the ocean bed and pressed her ventral side against the dirt, wriggling against the sands and used the powerful muscles to push something free of her cloaca.

Brandon couldn’t explain why she needed to do this, or what had brought on these urges. But nor could she explain her transformation, and at this point; she no longer cared! She gulped the water through her gills and wriggled her body, then shuddered with bliss at the feeling of a long smooth egg sliding free from her cloaca, until the slippery object was deposited on the ocean bed. Another slid free, forcing rippling waves of alien pleasure through her form, causing her to bear the huge serrated teeth that jutted from her gums. One last egg slipped free as the new shark finally felt the pressure and pleasure subside, her huge black eyes staring down at the long transparent eggs that she’d laid, and felt a strange sense of inhuman pride in them.

The shark was satisfied with her clutch and wriggled the sand against them, burying them partially beneath the ocean bed, whilst the long tendrils that tipped each one, found their way around a nearby rock and anchored themselves in place to ensure that her future offspring would survive. 

Brandon’s eyes peered into the darkness as her nose picked up the stench of blood, of prey. Her stomach groaned for a meal, and without a single thought she beat her tail against the water and began to glide through the ocean like a deadly knife. 

The hunter was on the prowl, her stomach hungry for sushi.