By FoxFaceStories
A Commission for BobbyBoi105
When a group of four college men on holiday end up stranded on a deserted island because of a freak storm, rescue seems hopeless. Thankfully, there is plentiful fruit on the island for them to eat, but the more they eat, the more they start to change: first becoming women, and then becoming a lot more suitable for the water. Will these new sharkgirls embrace their new forms or try to escape them?
Part 6: Shipwrecked
Piper could barely believe it. Not only had she turned into a woman just four or five months ago, but then she’d turned into a great white shark girl, and a damn hot one at that, and now she was actually dating a really c
ute fisherman. Her Fisher Prince, as she liked to call him, just like her affectionately called her his ‘Queen of the Ocean,’ which always got a sharp-toothed smile from her. She showed him the wonders of the sea, and he brought her and her sisters some lovely booze to share, as well as other amenities, including a waterproof radio so Thea could hear the latest sports news, and some trinkets for Lucy so she could feel like a glammed up rich guy again - well, a rich girl. It wasn’t like it was hurting Miguel’s wallet either; they were passing him Spanish dubloons to cash in so they could have all sorts of creature comforts.
And of course, there were the dates. Piper and Miguel made love on his boat. They made love in a sea cave she took him to, one that had plentiful air within. She spread her legs for him there and cried out in sweet relief as he sucked upon her breasts and ploughed her wet passage. Her tail crashed against the ground, thudding loudly from her sheer pleasure.
“Ohhh, Miguel!” she cried. “You’re the b-best I’ve ever h-had! I - I wanna be with you!”
“And I don’t want to leave you!” he replied, fucking her passionately, bringing her to greater heights.
But he did have to leave. The nature of his work and his human body meant he had to return to the fishing island he lived at. Every time he left, Piper waited for him, and the others teased her about how ‘head over heels’ she was.
“I just worry!” she exclaimed, holding herself among the kelp beneath the surface as her friends rested together. “The sea has been churning a lot lately! It’s been hard to take him on our sea dates when it’s so rough.”
“Rough is where it’s at,” Thea boasted. “The best athletic swimming is when there’s a storm.”
“I much prefer the calm,” Lucy said, using her new nail file to adjust her nails. “Easier to find nice jewellery that way.”
But Deina just took Piper’s hand and squeezed it gently. “It’ll be okay, hermana,” she whispered, understanding the other’s frustration. Then she smiled. “It better be. I’m trusting your man to find me some hot hombres who don’t mind a hot hammerhead, eg?”
Unfortunately, despite Deina’s reassurances, the greatest storm they’d ever seen followed. Even far beneath the surface, they could feel the churn, and the darker spaces of the sea were lit up by the powerful lightning. Deina thought it was amazing, and Lucy enjoyed the spectacle too, jumping out of the enormous waves with wild abandon as she raced against the hardy Thea. Piper, however, remained on the look out for Miguel’s ship. She knew he was out there somewhere, and prayed to a God she’d never even believed in that he hadn’t come out to the storm and had returned to port.
“Please be safe,” she whispered beneath the waves, among the swaying forests of seaweed. “Please be safe.”
The storm lasted almost three days, powerful and wild, to the point where even Thea and Lucy were thankful when it subsided. It had grown too dangerous even for sharkgirls like them to surface, but the second it began to pass, Piper raced to the surface, her powerful tail pushing through the water until she erupted out of it. Immediately she began to search, and Deina searched as well. The others, sensing Piper’s fear, joined in as well. For hours she roamed, trying to see where Miguel had gone. He normally put some fishblood into the water to draw her to his location, but the sheer amount of it revealed itself to be the worst case scenario: his vessel had capsized, and there was a feeding frenzy over its storage beneath the sea.
“Shit!”
But now she scented something far worse: his blood. She knew it well after she’d accidentally nipped him on the shoulder that one time while they were getting passionate.
“No!” she cried. The woman shot through the water, her scream resonating through it. She dragged one of her talons against her own arm, letting her own blood seep into the water. It was a sign to her sisters who could smell her blood from afar. Actual sharks were never hostile to them, they’d found, so if she found him afloat it would also keep him safe from their approach. “Miguel! Miguel, where are you!?”
She found him twenty minutes later, following the scent of his blood. To her immense relief, he was in a life raft, though one that was far too aging and obsolete to have truly kept him safe. It was half-sunk at the front, and Miguel was slumped within, unconscious. She tried to pull herself up, but it only caused the raft to sink further.
“Fuck! Miguel? Miguel! Don’t be dead. Don’t be dead!”
Her electrical sense could just barely pick up his pulse where his hand dipped into the water. It was slow, far too slow, but it told her he was still alive.
“Oh God, what do I do? Miguel, I promise, I’ll help you!”
She tried to think. She wasn’t sure exactly where to go to get proper medical attention, and she knew that he was far from his own port anyway. A split-second decision had to be made, and so she dug her talons into the hull of the raft and used her athletic body to drag it through the water. Eventually, her sister sharkgirls arrived. Lucy gasped, but Thea and Deina were right on it, helping her move the raft quicker.
“Is he . . ?” asked Thea.
“Yes! But he’s injured! Or concussed!”
“Where are we taking him?” Lucy said, finally snapping into action.
“The strange fruit island,” Piper said, gritting her sharp teeth. “If worst comes to worst . . . we can heal him.”
Deina cocked her hammerhead as she swam alongside Piper, pulling the raft. Thanks to the positioning of her eye, she could always keep a view on those beside her.
“Don’t you love him, hermana?”
She struggled not to cry. She was well aware that she still had tear ducts, unlike full sharks. “I . . . I think I do. I want to find out if I do. But if it means saving his life . . .”
“Of course. Let’s move, hermanas!”
***
Lucy was, in many ways, just as haughty and privileged as she had ever been, but she was also just as loyal and well-meaning too, perhaps even more so now that they were shark sisters. Piper wanted to stay on land and only occasionally bathe herself in water, in order to stay with Miguel at their old shelter on the island of the purple fruit. Lucy made sure she had every opportunity to do so: she quickly organised the girls to rotate on shifts to swim far and wide to bring any aid they could. They stole food from other fishermen, risking being seen, photographed, or even caught. They brought fresh water to feed the badly parched Miguel. They even unearthed the medical supplies in the sunken cabin of his fishing boat, with Deina applying her first aid skills to deal with the man’s sprained ankle and possibly fractured left arm.
“You’re the best, guys,” Piper said, blinding back tears as she tended to her man.
“Hey, maybe I’m the real Queen of the Ocean,” Lucy said lightly, before hugging Piper’s naked form with her own. “But seriously, I hope he recovers, Pipes. I was starting to get a kick out of you two finding this romance on the seas. Plus, Deina wants his connections to find her own cute sailor. She’s just as randy as she ever was as a man.”
Thea chuckled at this, slapping Piper on the back. “He’ll recover. Trust me. It’s some kind of whale instinct. Don’t whales help people?”
“Yeah, definitely not sharks,” Lucy said, rolling her eyes. “Let’s hope your better half wins out here.”
Thankfully, it did. Slowly, over the next couple of days, Miguel recovered until he was fully conscious and not sleeping throughout the day at all. His arm still hurt him, and his ankle was swollen, but the man had clearly been suffering dehydration and hunger more than anything, and had probably swallowed seawater too.
“Thank you, for saving my life,” Miguel told her as she encircled his body with her tail and lay up against him. “I owe you one.”
“You don’t owe me,” she said. “But don’t scare me like that again, please. I was afraid I’d never get to tell you . . . that I . . . that I . . .”
He kissed her on the cheek and pulled her against him, stroking her tail in a way that comforted her. “Don’t worry, Piper. I know. And I feel the same way.
Piper was incredibly glad, holding him close and comforting him with her body, loving the warmth of him, the manly strength of her recovering boyfriend. She dared to venture out to tell her sisters the good news, but upon her return she saw a most terrible sight that sent a chill down her core: Miguel was on the beach with a strange purple fruit in his hands, and he was in the act of removing a bud and placing it in his mouth.
“NO! STOP!” she screamed, literally jumping up from the water and then hurtling towards him at a spring, her tail dragging in the sand behind her, the woman’s firm grey-scaled breasts bouncing prominently. “DON’T EAT IT!”
He dropped the fruit and spat out the bud that had just entered his mouth. She was enormously relieved to see that Miguel had not eaten it, but the fear remained. She grabbed him by the shoulders, shaking the shorter man with ease. “Tell me you haven’t eaten any others, Miguel. Please!”
He shook his head. “No, I haven’t! I promise! I - are they poisonous?”
She collapsed, almost crying again with relief. She clutched her boyfriend and kissed him, then pulled his face right into her breasts as she hugged him deeply.
“Cahn’t breef!”
“What?”
“Cahn’t breef!”
“Oh, sorry!”
She released him, and he chuckled a little after catching his breath. “Well, that would have been one amazing way to die; suffocating in my sharky girlfriend’s amazing breasts.”
“I don’t doubt it. Sorry, it’s just I was terrified you’d eaten one.”
“So they are poisonous.”
At this, she looked away, running her fingers through her silver hair in a nervous way. “Yes, and no. They don’t kill you. They don't poison you. But they do . . . change you.”
Miguel furrowed his brow. “Change you how?”
Piper hesitated. She wasn’t sure if she wanted Miguel to know the truth, but she was falling for him, and falling hard. He deserved to know the truth; she didn’t deserve him if she had to lie to keep him. So she spilled the beans on the whole thing.
“It’s a long story, Miguel, but I promise you it’s true. I wasn’t always a sharkgirl. In fact, I wasn’t a girl at all . . .”
Piper told the whole story from beginning to end, sparing no detail, even discussing her past and the kind of man she used to be, and the natures of her friends as well, and who they had been too. Miguel took this all in slowly, occasionally asking clarifying questions, but was otherwise just a quiet listener, all of his easy humour and quick wit gone. By the time she finished up, the young man was deep in thought and pulling away from her slightly, which Piper took to be a bad sign. The afternoon sun was now upon them, the waves lapping at the beach. Piper wished she could dive into them, she felt so mortified by the secrets she’d just told this man.
“So if I ate the fruit I’d become . . ?”
She gestured to herself, her ripe breasts and gorgeous hourglass figure, her large shark tail and dorsal fin, the way her face pushed out into a cute snout. All of it. All of her, and the form she had come to love.
“Like me,” she said. “Another shark girl.”
“Dios mio, it’s a good thing I didn’t, then. No offence, but I don’t wish to become a woman, or a half-shark.”
“It’s actually wonderful, but I don’t blame you. And I wouldn’t want it for you. You wouldn’t find me attractive anymore. If you still find me attractive?”
There was a long, agonising pause, one that made her almost tremble from the sheer tension. Piper was certain that she’d ruined everything with him, but he had to know the truth and she knew it. Miguel raised his hand and extended it towards, cupping her cheek and rubbing it with his thumb in a deeply intimate manner.
“Piper, it’s going to take a while for me to truly get that you were once a man, but . . . you’re not a man any longer, right?”
She giggled. “You should know, after all the sex we’ve had.”
He smiled in turn, then shifted forwards and kissed her delicately, his hands encircling her waist as he pulled her against him. Her tail shifted with excitement, and a burst of relief flooded through her to the point where she couldn’t stop smiling her sharktoothed grin at him.
“Piper, I find you very attractive,” he said. “I - I love you.”
Somehow, that smile of hers got even wider, and she pulled his face right into her chest once again. “I love you too!” she cried.
“Cahn’t breef!”
“Oop, sorry!”
She pulled his face up and kissed him again, loving the feel of her nakedness against him. It didn’t hurt that he was shirtless, his powerful pecs rubbing against her bare breasts. It left her moaning, but any passion that could have followed died seconds later when a group of three sharkgirls erupted into cheers from the beach waters.
“Fuck yeah! Thattagirl!”
“Ask him if he’s well enough to find us some of his friends!”
“You can keep going! It’s all natural, you know!”
Piper laughed, embarrassed by her sisters. “Thanks Lucy. Deina. Thea. Your timing, as always, is perfect to ruin the moment.”
But Miguel was even more daring than she thought. Careful of his injured arm, he gripped her against him and kissed her once more.
“Nothing can ruin this moment,” he declared. “Hey, girls! You might want to give us a little privacy. This woman saved my life and I intend to thank her for it!”
Piper blushed again as her sharksisters erupted into another cheer.
“God, I can’t believe this. I - ohhhh! Mhmmm! Never mind, don’t care! Get inside m-me, sexy!”
***
Miguel was let go by his boss by the time they got him off the island and back home thanks to his directions. That wasn’t a problem: the girls supplied enough ocean treasures for him to buy his own boat, one that was his and his alone, and not long later he was in the water again, seeing his girlfriend as often as possible and making love to her on the deck, in the cabin, on the water, in the sea caves, or on tropical beaches, anywhere they desired. Their stays became longer and longer, and while Piper always returned to her shark sisters, there was a shared understanding between all of them that this had gone from a fling, to a relationship, to a true romantic love. She didn’t avoid her friends, but she was spending more time with Miguel, staying on his boat and swimming with him the entire length of his stays, and even hiding away near his port so she could be with him the moment he set out again, which he now did with a hurry.
“My home is with you,” he told her in the aftermath of passion upon a little islet, the pair of them lying together in warm shallow waters. “Wherever you go, my heart follows.”
She sighed. “God, that’s so fucking good. You missed your calling as a poet.”
“Well, I’m glad you took up your calling as a sexy sharkgirl.” “Mhmm, what can I say? That purple fruit did wonders for giving me curves, and I know you appreciate them!”
Which led to a whole new round of lovemaking, her tail thudding against the sand as she rode him, dominating him with her athletic, scaled form. It was only after yet another series of magnificent climaxes that he told her something startling:
“Those dubloons you and your sisters gave me haven’t just allowed me to own my own boat, y’know. They’ve given me enough to retire . . . and travel. I was thinking, maybe, if you wanted to - and only if you wanted to . . . I could get another boat. One that could accommodate you. It could even have a drop bay where you could swim right up inside, like your own personal pool. It could be grand, Piper. And we could travel the oceans together, you as my Queen. There would be a place for you there . . . and I would go nowhere without you, whether you say yes or no.”
At this, Piper placed her hands on her little snout. “You want me to come with you? We’d see all sorts of marine environments?”
He grinned. “As many as we could. Together.”
She kissed him, her tail rubbing affectionately against his leg. “That sounds perfect. Oh, but what about your fishing boat?”
“Well, I’d train up some replacements first. I could even train up several boats’ worth, if your girls wanted to support it. A little fleet to sustain us and them. Trusted friends of mine. Some of them are quite handsome, actually. In fact, I think Deina in particular would take a liking to more than a few of them.”
She grinned in her shark-like manner as he rubbed her dorsal fin affectionately. “You’ve had this all worked out for some time, haven’t you?”
“Since you rescued me, and I realised I was completely in love with you, Piper. I don’t care who you were. I care about who you are: my beautiful sharkgirl Queen of the Ocean, and the woman I love more than anything.”
Piper kissed him again. Her body trembled with excitement.
***
“You better fucking come back and visit us, Piper,” Lucy said, her arms crossed over her large breasts as she sat upon some rocks that jutted up from the sea.
“I promise I will. We both will.” “Good, because while you’re gone all this treasure is mine, and frankly you’ll be missing out!”
Piper hugged her friend. “Don’t ever change, Lucy.”
“Too late for that. I’ve got huge boobs and a shark tail now.”
Deina embraced her friend and held her tight. “Goodbye, hermana,” she said. “Your sister will be waiting for you.”
“You have fun hunting, Deina,” she said. “And enjoy the handsome lads on the fishing boats.”
Deina grinned, one half of her hammerhead turned towards the second boat, manned by three men who were now hired by Miguel, each of which looked very handsome. One waved in her direction, and she made sure to stand up on the rock and shift her lovely hips to one side, placing her hand on them while the other went behind her head, emphasising her strangeness and her playful attractiveness.
“Oh, I think I’ll more than enjoy them, hermana,” she said. “You’re the best.’
Thea nearly choked the life out of Piper with her embrace.
“Still the sportswoman!” Piper grunted.
“Damn straight I am. And I got records to beat. You know, there’s this thing called the Mariana Trench. Our bodies are way, way tougher than sharks, and we can go mad deep. I’m thinking I might go off on my own too and see what the bottom of the bottom looks like, you know?”
“If there’s anyone that can do it, Thea. It’s you.”
“Well, if I was a sharkgirl trying to hide from humanity, I’d probably go live there, too. Since I’m not gonna see Gabriella again, I might see if there are other sharkpeople in the ocean. Maybe even sharkmen.”
Deina licked her lips. “That would be a treat! But I’ll take these guys first!”
Piper giggled. She wanted to say so much more, but Miguel was waving from their travelling yacht. It was even more impressive than Lucy’s original one, in fact. That gold had made him quite rich.
“I better go,” she said, but she embraced each in turn again anyway. “I love you all, my sharkgirl sisters. We’ll see each other again.”
“Count on it,” Lucy said. “You owe me. It was my goddamn mistake that got us this amazing happy ending.”
Piper laughed at this. “Well, thank you for clocking Deina in the head, then, Lucy. Thanks to you, I get to live out my dreams. You gals do the same. Sharkgirls for life?”
Their chorus was immediate in its response: “Sharkgirls for life!”
One final hug, a few more tears shed, and then Piper was in the water, her powerful tail swaying in the waves and sending her straight towards the man that she loved. She was saying goodbye to it all, at least for a good time: her sisters, her patch of ocean, and the island that had started it all. Already, she was nostalgic for that time on the island, when the transformation had begun and the entire direction of her life would change. She looked out to her waving friends as the ship began to move. Miguel held her from behind, his arms around her waist, clutching her taller form.
“I’m going to miss them,” she said, sniffing back further tears.
“We don’t have to go.”
But she just shook her head. “No, I do. I want this, and so do you. But we’ll be back, won’t we?”
“Of course we will.”
“But it is a big ocean. What if we can’t find them again? What if we all go our separate ways?”
Miguel kissed the back of her neck, comforting her. “You’ll find your way back again. I know it. I’ve never met anyone like you, Piper. If anyone can track them across a whole ocean, it will be you.”
She smiled, raised her hands, and waved to her friends. He was right, of course. The impossible had already happened. She’d see her shark sisters again. She would. No matter how long it took, or how hard the task would be if they separated, she would find them again. They’d been changed by that island, and they would meet there again.
“Because we’re the goddamn Queens of the Ocean,” she whispered.
She waved one last time, the memories of all they’d been through running nostalgically through her mind. Then her friends were out of sight in their wake, and the whole ocean was waiting for her.
The End