This might quite possibly be our wordiest story yet, especially for a one-off - I had to trim down quite a bit of text to fit the DeviantArt file size limit and make room for the accompanying illustration - but we had a lot of fun while writing it. The original idea came from a picture I saw in a children's book once, which I incidentally sent as inspiration material to the person I commissioned the picture from. Things only escalated from there, especially because sea life offers a lot of opportunities for hot-buns situations even if few people look past fish-bites, crab pinching, and the occasional sea urchin. It was also nice to write a story with just one character getting his comeuppance due to a lot of external non-human factors for once, rather than more complex interactions between multiple people.
You haven't seen the last of this hapless fish-boy, either - we've already named him in a private discussion and are planning on working him into one of my existing series. We just need to develop the actual story where he'll be bought in, of course, but that's an issue for another day...
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Treasure Punt
by Skaea and an anonymous co-writerContains: */M Butt abuse. NSFW.
Word Count: 5,245
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The old wreck sat among others of its kind in
the depths of the crystal-blue sea, surrounded by corals of every shape and
color. It was an old pirate ship, sunken several hundred years, or so it was
thought. It was rumored that this particular shipwreck contained a mysterious
collection of lost artifacts, left unspent by its captain and crew. More than a
few interested parties, including the Navy, wanted to know more about the lore,
and thus intended to bring the shipwreck in for experiments and tests. For some
reason, however, the local sailors and fishermen regarded these waters with
fear and suspicion. Not a single boat would dare venture here — but that wasn’t
to say that people could sail there.
So it was quite a surprise that on this day, a
sleek, lithe figure cut through the water, scattering fish and sending shrimp
and crabs diving for cover. It was a human male, no older than twenty-four and
apparently of Filipino descent. He had dark tan skin, bluish-silver hair, and
striking white-gold eyes, as well as a mouth full of sharp, pointed teeth.
Silvery spiny fins grew from the sides of his forearms and shins, which had
small silvery fish scales, and if one looked closely they could see a gill slit
on either side of his neck, which was also scaled. The young man wore a latex
jumpsuit, silver on the chest and belly and dark blue elsewhere; it was short,
only coming to his thighs and upper arms, as though he was wearing a T-shirt
and shorts, so the fins on his arms and legs were unobstructed. His feet were clad
with a pair of short flippers, and his hands were likewise clad in webbed
gloves, both blue in color. He had no goggles on — with eyes able to function
underwater, he didn’t need any.
Slicing through the water like a knife, the
finned man had only one objective in mind: the very wreck that the locals were
so determined to avoid.
They said that not a single human being dared
to trespass upon this mysterious place. But they hadn’t figured on a
genetically engineered super-soldier, a hybrid combining the cunning of a human
and the undersea prowess of a barracuda. And anyway, no old rumor was going to
keep him away from a break this big!