Prompt: The Torrential Takeover (Part 5)
Added 2022-02-24 14:20:13 +0000 UTCSummary: A water demon attempts to take over a young woman's body for her own nefarious purposes, but there are complications; the woman finds an unwanted presence riding in her mental backseat and a myriad of new powers at her disposal. Commissioned by TheDownhillRabbit6 for February 2022.
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Song drifted through the black abyss, the glowing sigils that flowed along her scaled form providing illumination enough to pierce through the darkness. Her body had changed so drastically in the course of twenty four hours, but the memories she shared with Bai Tza eased her trepidation; her alien body felt entirely natural, the way her serpentine tail flexed powerfully to propel her through the murky depths.
As it turned out, Song's new body was just as fluid as the water all around her, and her curious mind reverberated through every cell in her body. While a nagging thought in the back of her mind insisted that her body was the apex of maritime biology, Song allowed her body to change further—a new identity for herself to separate her from her unwilling (and unwanted) cohort.
As she drifted along, making out a thousand small lights all around her—the signals of a myriad underwater creatures—seams sprouted along the length of her tail. The tactile sensation of her skin rubbing against itself elicited a moan out of her as her tail shifted. The scales lining her tail sunk into her body, her body shifting to a bright red, as her tail split into myriad tentacles, flailing in all directions. There were so many swinging madly behind her; the largest of the tendrils continued to pump behind her, propelling her in undulating thrusts.
She felt tingling along her lower half as the tendrils drifted all around her; slithering in all directions, all those tentacles combined improved her reach by dozens... no, hundreds of feet. With each one lined with incredibly venomous barbs, and the tips pulsating with electric energy, they swivvelled on their own, searching for prey. Her body glowed hypnotically, swirls of pink, purple and blue pulsating from her head, through her hair tendrils, down her torso and midriff, all the way through to each tentacle.
She smiled to herself, drinking in the power, her tentacles twisting playfully as she put on a show to entice the fish around her. Entranced, the denizens of the deep approached her on their own accord. Song had been feeling a bit peckish since her transformation...
Zzt! One tendril stunned a jet-black footballfish, its jaw agape as it twisted, unresponsive from the powerful bioelectric shock it endured. Another tendril shocked an angler fish. The vast space of ocean crackled with energy and light as Song's massive body went after one fish after another, her long ropey tendrils coiling around her stunned prey, bringing them towards her form.
From the base of her innumerable tentacles, where her womanhood used to be, her bottom opened up into a fleshy, pink wall of mass, from which a gnarled, bony protrusion rested. Song shifted, working new muscles that developed in the pit of her still womanly, still elegant stomach; her new beak, resembling that of a squid, opened wide. From her lower maw, a slick pink tendril lashed out, tasting the fish as it ensnared it, and brought it into the beak.
Song moaned, hugging her chest as her powerful vaginal beak clicked, grinded, and stripped the fish clean, chunks of scale and flesh drifting through the sea. Muscles in her labia forced the fish down, upwards into her stomach; Song licked her lips, her sense of taste reverberating in two places at once; her tongue, like the one beneath her, had grown to an unsettling, serpentine length.
As her lower body gorged on fish after fish, her lower opening pulsating and eager to force morsel after morsel inside of her, a muted thought wondered how she would ever go to the bathroom with a mouth where her lady parts used to be. She thought better of this question in a hurry; she was a goddess of the seas, after all, and the baser instincts of lesser beings were hardly a trifle to her anymore.
She had no better evidence than that of her physical form; she looked down to her human-like torso, her skin had taken on a rubbery quality, red and white with speckles dotting along the edges of her midriff and to her shoulders. Her chest was perfectly rounded, bouncy and firm with no give, and her stomach, despite consuming an entire reef's worth of fish, remained flat as ever; if anything, she looked more fit than ever, running a finger down her chiseled abs with a satisfied smirk.
Why do you see it fit to insult me like this, Song? My form is the height of perfection, you cannot simply reject-
"Just wanted to do my own thing," Song purred, her tendrils lashing in all directions. "Maybe I'll let you play later if... if..."
Song's tendrils ceased their underwater propulsions as Song gawked at a sight simultaneously shocking, yet distressingly familiar. She tilted forward, approaching the sea flow; she raised a shimmering hand that, glowing with ethereal light, cast a light upon the discoveries below.
...The devastation below. There were ruins of countless buildings, pulled from some far-gone era, half buried under the shifting sands of the deep ocean. Mummified tree bark sprouted coral and sea sponges along its trunk as corals laid claim to the carcass of humanity; Song frowned as her forlorn expression was met with the look of a sunken Centurion statue.
Even from these ruins, Song could tell that something of great importance was lost. She could make out market squares, abandoned stalls, the towering spires that had once stood as a monument to their achievements. Small shrines dedicated to numerous oceanic deities dotted as Song rapidly zipped around the remnants of this sunken city. She wondered if someone would come out and wave hello, but no one came. She was well and truly alone.
Well, almost alone. In the depths of her despair, a voice of pointed malice pierced through to her very soul.
Look upon the broken legacy of humanity, Song Winters. The forever lost city of Atlantis.
"N-no..." Bubbles escaped from her trembling lips as she gawked, her body shaking with sadness... and a silent rage that had been digging at her for a while now. A rage that felt ready to spring forth...
