Preview - Tritonia's Secret

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Tritonia's Secret: What happened after Persephone made it to the surface? And who was behind the top secret technology that transformed her? The answers to these questions are the best kept secrets of a clandestine organization that protects the world from innovations and artifacts that could end civilization as we know it.

Some see Persephone as a new uniquely gifted ally while others see her as a mistake that must be corrected. Persephone is about to get an offer she can't refuse, get freaky with an entity who thinks she's the hottest woman alive, and witness things beyond her wildest dreams. This series is a tale of government conspiracies, mad scientists, uplifted deep sea creatures, and secret underwater bases in a world as fascinating and dangerous as the depths.Click here to read the first story in Persephone and Tritonia's series. (This story can be enjoyed without reading the first, however.)

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Tritonia's Secret by Zmeydros (edited by Tiliquain and Journeymanic)

The surface of the ocean was as still as a sheet of glass, but it wouldn't stay that way for long. Dark clouds towered in the west and below them was the impenetrable blanket of grey that accompanied heavy rain.

Moving to the back of the atmospheric diving suit that housed Tritonia's processors, I typed. "Any response from Alphonse?"

"He's approaching from the south." She replied.

After glancing at the compass rose on the amber and black display, I turned to face southward. On the horizon was a white and red speck. "I see him!"

"Should I warn him about your changed appearance?" Tritonia asked.

Looking down at my bare breasts which were now covered in pristine white shark hide, I grimaced as I realized that I was still breathing through my gills. Alphonse wasn't going to have any idea what I was or what to do with me. Warning him ahead of time by telling him the whole story would lead to him thinking it was an elaborate joke. No warning was a bad idea, too.

I typed in, "Send this to Alphonse: I look different from when you last saw me. It's hard to explain, but try not to freak out when you see me, okay?"

When our ship was close enough to be about the size of a marble, he replied, "Listen Percy, you shouldn't be ashamed of your all natural piranha nose job."

I rolled my eyes and then sent back, "Piranhas live in fresh water! And, it's not just a nose job, my whole body is way different. I doubt you'll recognize me, I don't need a diving suit anymore."

"Sure, you don't...You're more of a jester than me today. XD"

His reply made me shake my head in frustration. Boy, was he in for a surprise when I climbed onto the boat. Any panic he experienced would serve him right! Wait, I was nude...First thing I had to do when I climbed on the ship was grab the nearest thing that I could hide my crotch with. Otherwise, I'd die of embarrassment.

It wasn't a huge boat, but it was a full-fledged research vessel over two hundred feet long with a couple decks that stood above the main deck. The hull was an eye-searing bright red while everything above it was stark white. The ship was mostly computer controlled allowing Alphonse to operate it all on his own.

As the boat pulled up, I couldn't stop blushing at the thought of my balls and slit getting discovered. I grabbed the ladder and climbed up only to realize my lungs were full of water and I now needed to breathe air. I was basically recovering from drowning. The more water I coughed up, the more my lungs burned for air. A wave of dizzy exhaustion caused me to lose my grip on the ladder.

I managed to catch the ladder just before I tumbled backwards. After another fit of coughing and nearly blacking out, I took in my first lungful of air.

In that moment, I felt insanely alive. There was enough adrenaline in my body to make all my muscles twitchy and, once I caught my breath, climbing up the ladder felt effortless.

I was in the aft of the ship right next to the crane that lifted the diving suit. Alphonse's curly hair was peeking out over the top of a stack of green crates. Shit! He was going to come around the corner and see me any second now. Looking around me, I spotted a life preserver and a bright yellow watertight toolbox sitting against the side of the control panel for the crane. The life preserver was too far away for me to grab it quickly, so I lunged toward the tool box and picked it up. Holding it in front of my crotch, I turned in Alphonse's direction.

My breath froze in my chest as he came around the crates.

He shrieked, "SHARK! SHARK ON MY BOAT!" and ran away.

"Wait! Alpha, it's me, Persephone!" I called after him, stepping carefully around the crates while hoping he wasn't going to chase me with a harpoon gun.

After he leapt into the diving equipment room he peeked out through a crack in the door. His eyes dipped to my chest for a brief second. "A shark with breasts? W-what?"

"Not so scary now, am I?" I smiled.

"Nightmare teeth!" He closed the door and locked it behind him.

"Hey! They're not as sharp as they look!" I yelled, feeling insulted.

"Said the big bad wolf to Red Riding Hood," he pouted.

"Stop being a little kid! Come out of there and help me find some clothes."

"Stop being a shark, and I will!" he retorted.

"I can't! This is how my body is now." I laid my head against the white-painted metal door. Was it going to be this hard with everyone I met from now on? Had I gone from hottie to hideous? Fuck, now I kinda wanted to cry.

After a brief pause, he asked, "You--you're really Persephone?"

"Yes!" The tool box was starting to feel heavy and I didn't want to have to keep holding it in front of my crotch. "Remember the time we slept on the beach in Santa Monica and some homeless guy put a blanket over us when it got cold?"

"Everyone knows that story," he said. "How about this, what did the homeless guy order when we took him out for breakfast?"

"Do you even remember that? I don't." I replied. "Oh! But I do know he was an electrical engineer from Armenia who was bipolar and got fucked over by a seedy startup."

"You promise you won't eat me if I open the door?" he asked.

I sighed and then said, "I promise."

The door clanked and I stepped back to give Alphonse room to open it. When he came out, he put ten feet between us and examined me while trying not to stare at my breasts. "Huh, when I'm not terrified, you actually look kinda hot."

Damn it! That compliment was all it took for me to start getting wet again. A rush of excitement was touching every part of me. I'd never done anything with Alphonse, but my body wanted to change that ASAP. On the other hand, the idea of Alphonse seeing my male equipment made me want to dive right back into the ocean. I couldn't imagine him, or anyone, being into it. Especially when it was so bizarre. Who was ready for two prehensile pricks? I covered my chest with my free arm and blushed deeply. "You really think so?"

He nodded and smiled. "You're even more gorgeous than before."

I balked. "First you run from me and now you're hitting on me?"

Holding his sunburnt hands in front of himself, he blushed. "Hey! A man can compliment a lady without hitting on her."

I frowned melodramatically. "Aww, so you weren't hitting on me?"

"No, I was..." He narrowed eyes. "Now you're just messing with me."

Grinning I said, "Yep!"

After rolling his eyes, he said, "You gotta find some clothes and I gotta get the diving suit on the ship so we can get to harbor before the storm hits. And, on the way, you're going to tell me how you went all shark and stuff."

"Sounds good," I said. Maybe I'd find clothes fast enough that I could get in some good self-fucking while Alphonse was distracted.

The first thing I did was look in the diving equipment room. Scuba equipment and wetsuits weren't gonna cut it and the only clothes I found were two sizes too small. I'd gotten a bit bigger, which wasn't going to make things easy. I could deal with baggy clothes, but clothes that were too small, that was a recipe for revealing my bulge. Setting down the toolbox, I grabbed the orange T-shirt that didn't fit and took a strap that had a buckle on it and strung it through the arm holes of the T-shirt so that I could wear it as a loincloth. The wide nylon strap made a pretty good belt and the T-shirt covered exactly what it needed to so I could walk around more freely.

My breasts and ass would have to remain exposed for now. The tips of my erections came out of their slit, maybe covering up was counter to my goals. Maybe I wanted to sit atop Alphonse and ride his thin wiry frame until he came inside me. Reaching under my balls, I stroked my fingers over my slick needy nook. Damn! I needed to get off.

Making the excuse to myself that I just needed to rinse the seawater off, I rushed below deck to the crew quarters and stepped into the mint green bathroom with a an intermittently-flickering lamp. Of the two bathrooms, it had the nicest shower.

My reflection stopped me in my tracks before I could even make it to the shower. I pulled off my makeshift loincloth and adored every inch of my body in the mirror.

Wow, my breasts were pert and my balls were just short of being too big. The pristine white of my front gave way to tan shark skin with gorgeous brown splotches. Turning around, I lifted my tail and looked at my feminine wilds. The outer lips were plump and the red of the inner ones were very inviting. They were getting glossier by the second as my body begged for sexual relief. I was smoking hot!

I hopped in the shower and, for the first time in my life, I didn't mind the cold water that came out before it warmed up. Rinsing off was easy and I was done in just over a minute. But I wasn't going to stop there. I finally had some private time. As my erections poked out of their slit, I encouraged them with both hands. My gasps echoed loudly in the confines of this tiny bathroom.

Once my twin phalluses were half deployed, a klaxon trumpeted over the entire ship and I stumbled out of the shower with my hands over my pointy fan-like ears. I then dried off hurriedly and put my loincloth back on before going topside. I recognized this klaxon from somewhere other than this ship and was trying to place it as I dodged scientific equipment in the hallway and then went up the main stairway to the bridge.

Once I got to the bridge, I recognized the alarm sound, it was the default klaxon from Stargate SG-1. It made sense, Alphonse was the biggest Stargate fan I'd ever met.

He was holding the satellite phone he'd rigged to make the ship-wide SG-1 klaxon. I'd missed most of the conversation, so all I heard him say was, "We'll just have to make harbor before they get to us, then. Thanks, bye." He set down the phone before putting his head in his hands and yelling, "SHIT FUCK! SHITTY SHIT FUCK!!" while stomping his feet.

I waited a few seconds for him to calm down before asking, "Who's coming for us?"

He was still holding his head. "My contact says that two stealth ships are on their way to apprehend us." Letting go of his head and snapping himself out of shock, he said, "We gotta get the suit tied down ASAP so we can high tail it out of here."

I spun around, got on the ladder that went up to the bridge from the main deck, and then slid down. The breeze caught my loincloth and I had to hold it down as I walked towards the aft. Alphonse was right behind me, and when we got up to the suit, we set about grabbing the straps and securing it.

As we were finishing, Alphonse said, "If we're lucky, we'll get off this ship before they can apprehend us. Mr. Castile is waiting with a team of men to get the treasure off the moment we get there."

"Good, as far as I'm concerned, he's on his own once we get there."

He nodded. "I'd rather die than be stuffed in a cell for the rest of my life."

"I think you went into the wrong line of business." I laughed.

"Oh, shut up."

"High risk! High pay! Zero boredom!" I cheered. It was our mantra whenever things got rough.

"High risk! High pay! Jailed for life!" he cheered back before running toward the bridge.

While Alphonse got us up to max speed, I updated Tritonia on our situation using the keyboard and screen on the back of the ADS 3000.

She replied with, "Is there no way I can convince you to let yourself be caught? As I've said before, the organization that made me will chase you for the rest of your life. Also, you cannot hide your appearance. There are less than five thousand human/animal hybrids in the entire world and you are a very unique example. The procedure that saved you is experimental and I'd feel better if you stay so that Kirkii can examine you."

"Look, I've been on the run for over a decade and I have no plans to be caught this time. Besides, being locked up for the rest of my life would be bad for my physical and mental health."

There was a pause. "P, please reconsider. To have the highest chance of survival, you must be examined post procedure."

"Sorry, Tritonia. It's against my nature to turn myself in." I frowned, having no idea how to say goodbye to her, possibly forever. Words came to me slowly, but eventually I wrote out, "You're an amazing person. Thank you for saving my life. I promise I'll make good use of the extra time. Goodbye." The corners of my eyes were moist as I walked away from the suit.

Alphonse and I knew Tritonia would be a risk from day one, but we also knew we couldn't do the scepter job without her. A lot of the information she had on us, a lot of the conversations we had around her, were to give her false information that would make finding us harder. I felt bad about it, but it also made it so we didn't have to wipe her after the job. That seemed very unethical in her case.

The best lead Tritonia could give them was images or video she'd captured after I transformed. Being out in public was going to be very complicated, dressing like a cloaked figure from a fantasy film was going to be my new style. Also, I'd definitely be using the money from this job to buy myself some privacy.

As I was heading down to the quarters, the ship decelerated fast enough that I fell sideways and hit my shoulder on a wall. Over the intercom, Alphonse said, "Grab your pistol and get up here! They're blocking us from entering port!"

I had no idea what our pistols would do against military ships, but I went into my quarters and grabbed my Smith and Wesson 929 revolver. Great, I had a gun and was wearing a loincloth...I was going to face down the military as Florida Woman.

The moment I was on deck, I saw Alphonse behind a crate pointing his Glock at a dark grey angular ship three times the size of ours. There was a slight curve to the inward-leaning sides it that helped it not look like antiquated computer graphics. A second ship off to our starboard side shared its look, but wasn't as wide. That one had way more guns on it. Everything was shrouded to prevent radar from bouncing back. On the deck of the ship directly ahead of us were several Marines with rifles.

Some of them were surprised to see a half-naked shark babe. A female marine with long hair that was tied back was talking to a broad-shouldered one and gesturing toward me. The red and yellow of their uniforms made them stand out like sore thumbs against the cloudy sky. Blue accents on the pockets of their uniforms increased the garishness twofold. These were their show of force colors, not their tactical colors. America had lost its fashion sense, right along with its mind, when I got into middle school. They were at a range where our pistols were all but useless. I could barely make out details. Hovering twenty feet away was a small quadcopter drone pointing an array of cameras at us. It didn't look armed, but I had no way of knowing for sure.

When he saw me, Alphonse yelled, "We can't let them capture us!" and looked down the sight of his gun trying to line up one of the Marines. I quickly got behind the same crate as Alphonse.

"What the hell, Alphonse?!" I hollered.

"Drop your weapons!" An authoritative female voice came from the LRAD they had pointed at us. I knew those things could project sound over a long distance, but I'd never thought they'd be so freaking loud. My ears hurt.

I tossed my weapon down on the deck, but Alphonse was still clutching his. Glaring at him, I said, "You heard her! We're no match for them!"

At first, I was glad, because he pulled his gun down, but then he put the gun to his temple. "When we signed up for this, I didn't know the fucking Navy was going to come after us. I'm not going to spend my life in a military prison!"

"No! Alphonse! Don't do it!" I begged trying to get to him before he could pull the trigger.

He backed away leaving the cover of the crates to stop me from grabbing his gun. Tears were falling from his cheeks as his whole arm shook. My chest was seizing up from all the tension. It was a fight to breathe.

"Hey, I know it's scary, but Tritonia likes us. I doubt she'd be too cooperative if they treated us too badly." I had no idea if it made any sense, but it sounded good.

He was crying harder now. I couldn't read him, but his arm was shaking less. I'd seen Alphonse like this before. It took a hell of a lot to overwhelm him, but he'd scared me a couple times. What scared me even more was that his position on being captured made sense to the doubting part of myself. The part that thought I should do the same, that being in a military prison would be worse than death.

"Just give me the gun, okay?" As I reached toward him so he could hand the gun to me, something felt its way along the deck at lightning speed reaching toward him. I yelled, "Behind you!"

He must have thought I was trying to trick him because his finger tightened on the trigger while he said, "I'm sorry." There was a bang from his gun going off as a tentacle grabbed him around his knees and pulled him off the deck.

As I screamed bloody murder at the sudden gunshot and the prospect of Alphonse being eaten by the Navy's pet giant squid, a tentacle wrapped around my legs and pulled me off the ship. This resulted in more screaming on my part.

I was feeling very exposed, the strap for my makeshift loincloth had come undone. Naked and in the arms of a giant squid? This wasn't as hot as I'd imagined it would be. No, it was fucking terrifying.

As I struggled underwater, another tentacle grabbed me around the torso and pinned my arms to my sides. I was squid food. I was going to be a snack. I should have known this job was too risky. I should have expected this.

A shiver ran up from my toes to the tips of my ears. Was Alphonse dead? Was he drowning? Where was he? I felt sick, like my heart was going to explode, and then I felt like all of this was happening to someone else. Like I was watching someone play a video game where I was the main character. Everything was moving so slowly. My heart was burning, well, someone's heart was burning.

Just when I'd resigned myself to a death straight out of a comic book, I noticed I was being lifted toward the surface.

Wasn't the squid's mouth down, not up? As I wondered about this, my head popped back through the surface of the ocean. I took in breaths thankful that I hadn't been forced to undergo the hassle of switching to water breathing only to die. I'd heard giant squid had chitin on their tentacles that would cut into the things they grabbed, but this squid's tentacles weren't injuring me at all. That meant I could struggle all I wanted! As I tried to get free the end of the tentacle holding my torso looped around me a second time. I hadn't been eaten yet, but I wasn't getting free anytime soon.

Alphonse's frustrated yell as he tried to free himself got me to look behind me. Seeing him alive, I cried tears of joy.

The out of body feeling continued as I was lifted out of the water and placed on the deck of the stealth ship. Alphonse was plopped down right next to me.

He leapt at me hugging me tight. "I'm so glad you're alive! I thought we were going to be dinner."

Hugging him back, I said, "Same here." Not caring that I had an audience, I held Alphonse against my bare front. I'd almost lost him.

A tall strong blonde-haired woman with khaki-colored skin in a cyan and dark blue uniform cleared her throat. "Attention!" she said in a heavy Dutch accent.

As we let go of each other, Alphonse noticed my balls and slit. His eyes went wide and he blushed even darker than I did as he said, "Y-you have--"

"Eyes front!" the woman commanded.

After I covered my privates with my hands, we both turned to face the woman in charge.

"You two have stolen top secret technology belonging to the Pan-oceanic Safety Congress. There will be no trial. If you engage in any form of subterfuge, you will be executed. You are alive now because I deem it better than the alternative. You do not want me to change my mind. Understood?"

We both nodded. The gaggle of marines she commanded took covert glances at my crotch even though my hands were still guarding my decency.

"Understood?" She said louder.

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