Ahab knew it.
The Sinners were here. Even disregarding the spreading rumors or the knowledge their team attained, Ahab could feel it. They always left a trail of devastation whether from themselves or the opposition that faced them. Not to mention it was that instinct that damned Ishmael was here somewhere. The former captain could feel it and her instincts never lied to her.
Ahab almost cackled walking a bit faster despite the dreary state of this place. Her grip on her harpoon tightened at the idea of stabbing it through that damn traitor. Not even the annoying looseness of this suit was enough to wane her excitement. Sure it was nicer than her old attire but at least that truly showed her as a captain. Despite Hermann’s claims of this being mental corrosion resistant, it would never reach the practicality of a sailor’s gear. Landlubbers like them had no idea but they were for her to be used. They didn’t know how to test their mettle against the most fiercest of creatures. Why bother taking medicine when you know you can survive against great injuries? When you can face a mighty beast that would drive others insane, you should steel yourself and not require the aid of such measly tools.
But still.
If they were giving her a chance to take vengeance against that damn foolish traitor, then she was willing to follow them a bit.
“Oh soon oh so very soon. For betraying me, Ishmael, you who are the fault for my suffering now… You will be hunted down!”
It would be a lie to say a manic grin had just formed on her face. She wore that since the very beginning with pride and had struck respect, totally not fear, to those who saw her. Even mermaids, hooligans, and abnormalities hesitated upon seeing her. Some would even flee her the moment she started ripping them apart. It was her pride as someone to strike fear to the ones who know no fear. So with great confidence she kicked the steel doors that blocked her way, no doubt announcing her presence to whatever might be here.
But what greeted her was a mere ornament.
At the very center of the room was a golden contraption sitting on its lonesome. In a place full of archaic and maze-like corridors, it was odd to see such a place. Wasn’t this akin to District 21’s clubs? She has never been in one before but this looked tacky enough for those Middle members to hang around in. There were no shadowy creatures here but only strange orbs that didn’t shine. Quite the contrast to what she saw before. Even her instincts didn’t warn her of anything suspicious here.
Thinking about it, there hasn’t been much abnormalities around here either.
“Not even a single straggler trying to hunt this place for loot,” Ahab muttered, looking around. “But if this place is those… part-eh floors, then why the hell would this be here?”
If this dungeon was a Research facility like she was warned about, what use would there be for such a thing? This wasn’t U Corp so it was doubtful the Syndicate of the Middle was involved. She can’t even will herself to be calm on this and couldn’t help but be doubtful. Then again…
“Bah, this is nothing. Damned if I’d be slowed down by some flaky machinery.”
Ahab wasn’t paranoid. She was rightful. She was aware. She just knew she had to rush to find those damn bastards before anything else got them. So disregarding it all, she marched on focused on one of the doors on the other side of the room.-
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Ahab’s smile flattered. Her peg leg’s step was followed by that small beat.
“?”
Ahab’s focus shifted back to the contraption. She knew the source came from there. Logically there was nothing else that could produce that foreign beat. Her grip on her harpoon tightened as her gaze lingered on it. It was beginning to glow-
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It barely let out another note before her harpoon’s tip slammed into it. The machine let out a warbled cry followed by the clanking of her weapon. The sight of it skidding on the ground didn’t inspire confidence as Ahab is used to seeing Mermaids feign their demise to snatch up unwary sailors. More frustratingly, Ahab was fully aware that the machine was completely unharmed. Only knocked away. Her weapon was refined to hunt down the eldritch mermaids and even harm the Whales of the Great Lakes so seeing such a simple looking machinery be unharmed set her this time on high alert. Perhaps if Hermann was here she’d be able to inform her what that is. No. Whatever would happen it would be that hag’s fault (pot calling kettle black) for not informing her of what might be here.
Stil. She wished those idiots from before survived long enough to reach this place. More decoys are necessary.
“For now I should leave-”
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A swing and another. Ahab had closed in and repeatedly struck it. As before the music faltered but this time it returned soon after. Repeatedly striking it did nothing. Not even a scratch. At some point it just completely stopped being delayed, and the old hag let go of it. An annoyed sigh escaping her as she let go of it seeing it wasn’t trying to harm her physically. Well, aside from her ear drums.
“How obstructive and tacky,”
Can it be considered music? The volume it played on would’ve been more than enough to drive away even the damn whales. Further musing had to cease not just from the ineffectivity of her attack but how the dark room started to fill with light. One by one areas began to shine with those strange orb up above. It was a dull white and it wasn’t an attack but it was enough to send Ahab backing towards the exits, glancing at the corners to see if any ambushers would manifest. No such thing happened. It was just her alone, and this annoying machine. Even without anyone else she took pride in crushing anything in her way. But competency and decades old experience, with a flash of common sense, screamed at her to get away.
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“WILL YOU SHUT UP!?!?”
This time she kicked it once more sending the machine bouncing from the wall, to the ceiling, another wall, before finally to the center of the room. It wasn’t her intent and to her surprise it bounced back in an upright position, earning annoyed yet amused snort. Just as before, it dealt nothing. A very durable music, if you can call it that, box. Hah. That damn thing was too durable! It was a simple trap through so she might as well dispose of it! Logically she should’ve bolted away from this place but instead found herself NEEDING to deal with this now. Common sense be damned she felt that this was going to be chipping away at her ears even if she left this. Not even her common sense can be acknowledged when Ahab obsessively fixates on her target. So she stomped towards it, muttering about how the pants made her move in a certain way. Picked up the tip and repeatedly started stabbing it again and again and again.
There was no dent forming even after a minute of doing that.
But there were two good things.
Ahab noticed that no such abnormality approached. No monsters or potential enemies drifted closer. Perhaps they were more scared of this thing? She may have to consider bringing this along despite the annoyance.
Secondly, she had gotten used to this.
She was more than sure that this is like an artifact of the Ruins on the Outskirts of the city. No doubt impractical to use and a commodity no one wants. Perhaps certain types of individuals in the City would relish such an item. It was likely a sort of musical item with a very niche genre. At the very least it’s better than whatever those Musicians of Bremen tried… Besides. It was starting to sound nice anyway. It kinda reminded her of those music that the Clubs have in District 21. Huh. Wasn’t there that time she was flirted with by that handsome Middle Brother. A huff as she recalled it.
“To bring back such memories to this old veteran. What a frustrating item,”
Strange. Her body was starting to itch. As if something was off. It was getting hard to breathe. No doubt the suits are a frustrating piece of garment to wear. She always hated them. She never wore such things like these. Ahab’s mutters to herself began to transition more into a hum to the music as she unbuttoned one. And then another. Then a pause.
No. Wait. Something’s off with her chest. Should she really do this? What did Hermann say about this suit again? Something about mental corrosion? She had to remember-
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-Ah. Yes. It reminded her of that time when she had fun. Of when she was lured into dancing with him. What an overbearing bastard he was. The Syndicate Member insulted her calling her nothing more than an old hag who didn’t know how to have fun. Oh how she proved him wrong. Still it was fun. How did she dance again? Something was returning in her mind. It felt odd yet right. Like filtering a nightmare and recalling the memories it was based on. She let out a chuckle as she put her arms up, hands moving behind her head.
“If I remember, he was lovestruck when I did this!”
Ahab thrust her chest proudly forward and felt the pressure. The increasing pressure that was threatening to break through her suit. Oh right. She was quite the looker in the past wasn’t she? It wasn’t just her confidence and proud speeches that inspired many. Sure there was a bit of gaslighting here and there. Well. No. A lot of gaslighting really. But a lot of them admired not just her spirit but also her body.
It was a shame that age had caught up with-
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-everyone else while she overtook them!
Many of her age would no doubt be jealous of how firm and bouncy her… buoyancy devices were. Gazing down she smiled proudly, aware of her breasts. They were bigger than that damn Ishamel but not as much as that Rodion one. An annoyed look as she heard the music dull from the boombox. Her garment strangely shone as something went off. Her frown began to turn to realization. She didn’t remember wearing anything this formal that shone like this in the past. Hell, she remembered she barely wore much above her at all.
No wait. But she wore her… suit. Wasn’t her Captain uniform more than conservative? A glance at the boombox, then at herself. Somewhere through the ocean of muddled thoughts clarity resurfaced as she stomped her peg leg down.
“... !!! Shit I gotta get out-”
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“OF THIS DAMN THING!”
It was true. The suit she wore provided by Hermann didn’t just improve one’s durability and mental resilience. But it was no use if it was destroyed. Ahab was half aware as her own tits expanded with enough force to rip through, sending away all the buttons. Now they simply bounced with each motion, threatening to take off her plain bra. A look of shock on her face as she saw her huge breasts bounce once, tearing out her lifeline against this hypnotic machine. Even when her face conflicted with a half vapid smile it was still filled with a righteous fury at the realization of what’s to come and what has already come.
“YOU!”
She almost shrieked as she turned towards the boombox. Her hands moving to-
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Rip apart the bra that only covered her chest. In doing so there were two shell pasties left, almost like tassels. They barely held on at the bob of her breasts that let out a wonderful smack each time she danced. Within moments Aham laid bare as her arms returned to her head. Once more dancing to the beat, thrusting her chest forward. Her hat long since fallen off. Her half Pallid body moving so smoothly despite her age. The awareness she had she tried to lay claim as she glanced around trying to see a method to--- What… What was she trying to do? Right. To get out! To get out of that stuffy clothing! To get out of this damn situation! To get the hell away from that dam machine!
It was like being in the ocean of the Great Lakes. It wasn’t her body that was trying to hold on to the ship nor her spirit trying to pacify her crewmates before they betray her. It was her mind trying to deal with this mental assault! She can feel it prying! The waves of this damn corrupted machinery filling her mind. It was like seeing her ship beginning to sink only this damn it was her conviction. Her furious scowl faltered into a mad grin, nay, a more serene grin, as (false) nostalgia intruded in her mind.
The time she tried to fight those damn Middle in the party when they insulted her zeal for her go-
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The clubbers hooted at her as she danced like this. A captain should know how to handle those without resorting to fighting. In fact she even earned some money for them and offers to go for their parties. One of the Elder Brothers even sponsored her Hunting Trips. It was the same one that insulted her for being old yet her proving wrong.
“No!!!” Ahab roared out, gasping. The embers of fury were being splashed with not just a bucket of water. But a torrential wave of an ocean that submerged her again and again. Her gray crusty hair was beginning to itch too and she could conclude what’s happening there.. “There has to be--- something I can focus on---”
Right! The pirates! That damned pirated! The time she tried to force that monstrous mermaid to steer them towards the Whale in order to earn some money. There was also the Twinhook Pirates-
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For that photoshoot. It was difficult to do so in the middle of a Lake but she had to negotiate with them to protect her and for the price of the photos. They went very fast from being hostile to barking for her like dogs with that simple mermaid cosplay. Not the ones of eldritch horrors, but the one with a tail. It was such a pain to try to find one that would cover her lower half so they had to use two instead. Oh how those pirates ogled her in want and begged for her to join them. She had to decline but there was at least the promise of working together. Their leader was so enthralled when she wrapped her voluminous bright hair.
Ahab gaspwed, as her beautiful orange hair flapped with her. They cascaded over her, framing her body wonderfully to emphasize her curves and breasts. Right. She was more beautiful than even the youngest of people here. Even if she was a hag, something many reject, she was still a youthful looking beauty. A coo escaped her lips, as she watched her body bounce. Down the glass like floor she can see herself gazing back.
“That… Can’t…” A reflection of a horrified sailor slowly being washed away by the ocean. “Be---- me---”
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The reflection can no longer be seen when her breasts increased one more time with that beat. Their bounce alone almost brought her off her feet and nearly smacked her face. No one complained about those damn things. Whenever she flaunted them by opening a button before making a speech. Everyone was loyal to her (tits) and everyone would follow her through them alone. Hah! That’s right!
“Ishmael you damn bitch!” Ahab laughed loudly, almost the same volume as the golden contraption that induced these changes. “You were the only one that didn’t rebel! You’re the only one that hated this!! Truly you were jealous!! That’s the reason you betrayed me!!”
A timely stomp here and there.
She was timing it with the beat, proudly dancing for sure. Ahab wasn’t just thrusting her body forward anymore but gyrating her ass back. There was no back pain for this hag due to her body. Now something else could be blamed entirely for such backaches. Her pants started to rip apart, leaving her only with boxers that were turning into something more akin to a strange outfit that would not be seen anywhere else in the City. Some sort of denim shorts. Her bare tits would be the only one without clothing but her lower apparel wrapped lovingly and tightly against her expanding ass. Mass began to move all throughout her body as her hard worked muscles began to wane into nothing more than titflesh and assflesh. Supple flesh jiggled again and again as with each bounce they became more prominent. Soon it wasn’t just the bounce of her breasts that caused a fleshy melodic impact but her ass joining in too.
The pallidfication of her body had left many white marks on her. Yet it almost seemed to change less into a foreign texture but almost into a smooth contrasting skin tone. Half of her a lovely olive while the other taking in a more pale white coloration. A conflicting yet smooth supple skin despite her still persisting age.
“THAT’S RIGHT!!! I’M THE CAPTAIN OF THE PEQUOD!!!”
Ahab laughed, her voice taking in less of a rugged and course tone but rather one becoming a smooth honey like tone. There was still conviction and firmness in her voice that would make many buckle when she shouted. But now there was an addition of an allure akin to the singing mermaids of the Great Lake. In comparison though, you were guaranteed a lovely yet dangerous time if you were to fall for this sea hag’s musical voice.
“EVERYONE SHOULD YEARN FOR ME!! EVERYONE SHOULD FOLLOW ME!!!”
She proudly swayed her hips side to side.
Thrusting her chest forward as she swayed!!
That’s right! Her body was perfect! Her spirit was perfect! Her mind was perfect! There was no one that can outmatch her in any way or form without some unruly trick! It would be their fault to lose! Again and again she danced, cooing at times when the melody of the beat would intensify as if to drive her to a near orgasm. Perhaps she may still be old but she was an existence that defies being weakened by age. She was still the veteran even if she loved to party all the time!
That’s why she noticed that individual arrive before they reached her.
“So someone has finally arrived~!
Ahab proudly shouted. If not for the sudden lowered volume of the golden contraption up ahead she would have went unheard. But that was still somewhat muffled by the clap of her body. Then again, it would be hard to pay attention to what she’s saying with her body wonderfully dancing.
“Tell me!! Are you satisfied to be with them or are you sane enough to be aware of who you should really follow?”
EGO The Prevence Boombox
ID Sea Hag 000