The seas of Terra were vast and wide, hiding many a secret beneath the dark waves where few dared thread. But it wasn't the threat of Catastrophe's nor nation borders that kept the wary inhabitants of Terra's surface at bay. It was something else entirely, separate from Oripathy, separate from the politics and squabbles the surface dwellers immersed themselves in daily. A threat far more sinister and unknowable than most would ever realize possible.

The Seaborn; strange creatures that called the abyss of the ocean their home. Outside of a select few and a certain coastal community, almost no one on Terra had ever heard of or seen the alien creatures. With giant walls and barriers built to isolate the land from the true dangers lurking just beneath the pristine waters, it was little wonder why the Seaborn wasn't public knowledge at this point.

Highly adaptable and tenacious, the underwater nightmares came in all shapes and sizes imaginable; from misshapen blobs to monolithic sea serpents of old, all of them lethal killing machines. But it wasn't corrosive bile, shearing claws or whip-like appendages that could snap a man in half with a simple flick that put fear in the hearts and minds of those who knew of the Seaborn's existence.

It was what they didn't know about the creatures that unsettled them. With only an iota of information gleaned from the rare few large scale encounters with the aquatic race, the only things they had to go on was that they had no concept of individuality; each one living, learning and dying to further the community's goal along the evolutionary path, and worse still, could adapt and evolve against virtually anything they came into contact with, forcing secretive government bodies to hold back lest they render their current arsenal useless should the need ever arise to mount a defense.

With incidents like the Silence that brought a global superpower to its knees and and the Aegir people being driven from their homes by sudden and devastating incursions by the Seaborn that left their majestic underwater cities in ruin, Terran governments with even a fraction of awareness about the Seaborn had every right to be cautious.

For now, the Seaborn seemed content with staying down in the deep, away from the conflict raging above them. But it was only a matter of time until the seething collective saw fit to reach out beyond the cool embrace of the dark oceans they had known for all their lives, a place where they had never once thought to look after an increasingly worrying number of modern encounters showed signs of a horrifying trend…

And with the intervention of a certain group wholly devoted to twisting the Seaborn to further their own misguided goals, that dreaded moment in the foreseeable future of Terra would arrive sooner than expected. Far earlier than anyone alive could've ever predicted possible.

Using faith to entice the unwary towards a fate worse than death, the corrupted minds leading this wayward group operated under a single purpose; to further the Seaborn’s goal of the total and complete assimilation of all life on Terra, whether they liked it or not.

Heretics and with no morals to hold them back, heinous experiments and cruel ‘sacrifices’ were just the tip of the iceberg when it came to what the Church of the Deep were willing to resort to. Nothing was too harsh and everything was acceptable if it meant their deities were one step closer toward their goal. All across Terra, small outposts and research labs dedicated to that dream were run in secret. Performing despicable acts day after day with more members being added to the cause as a result of it.

Although that word was probably a more respectable way to talk about the mindless drones that were no better than the lowest caste of Seaborn sloshing away under the waves with their minds stripped of free will and subverted by the hive mind.

One such lair lay near the border of Higashi where the coastline was one of the rare few channels that led directly out into the open seas. With reports of fishermen and people going missing all the time, very few saw the benefits of wandering out there on their lonesome.

Which was what made the place a perfect location for the Church; isolated and so close to the home of their deities. Travelers, fishermen, settlers, anyone was fair game for the bloodthirsty zealots of the organization to simply snatch off the roads to be used as fodder in their insane experiments.

And this particular lab was conducting a peculiar one; something aimed towards the indirect revival of the Seaborn's lesser known God. The being that once led their hive mind believed to have been neutered after the Aegirean assault that led to almost their entire force being annihilated in the effort to silence the powerful creature with the belief that the Seaborn would be rendered mindless and therefore; harmless.

But as recent events have already proved, the abyssal creatures were anything but mindless with the emergence of highly evolved Seaborn individuals that could speak and understand the language of man in addition to wandering on land, proving their inexhaustible drive to further themselves to one day reach the skies they desired to soar across.

Using cell samples an agent of theirs had miraculously managed to recover from a major event that resulted in the loss of one of their brethren and a herald of the ocean's will, the disparate members of this sect were not willing to let their sacrifice be in vain, incorporating this new discovery in their experiments to fuse Seaborn cells into a host that almost always resulted in a misshapen abomination that bore no trace of their former selves.

It didn't take long for them to discover a major breakthrough once they saw the results of the first test, eager to perform yet another so soon afterwards that the terrified Oni shoved into the experiment chamber had to endure a floor slick with oozing slime and pulsing biomass reminiscent of stranded seaweed. Looking around the impenetrable darkness in fear as he quickly backs himself up into a corner, pressing his back up against the walls which were coated in the sickening substance and diseased flesh. It stank like a decayed batch of fish left out too long in the open before being left to marinate in an enclosed room for days.

The scientists watching through hidden cameras ignored the man's cries for help, keeping a close eye on the solid mass slowly slithering toward the unsuspecting Oni man who could see nothing in the blinding dark. Terrified not at the sight but at the horrifying sounds of something large, bulky and wet sloshing toward him, growing louder alongside his panicking cries, until twin pearls of crimson light could be seen swaying toward him; the eyes of the Beast.

But the gruesome end both prisoner and audience expected never came, instead, the Oni wills himself to open his eyes and unfurl his hands after seconds pass from his supposed demise. Widening in disbelief at the sight of a pale woman with a beautiful figure, crawling on all fours with her nubile young body in the nude for him to marvel at, trying not to be disrespectful as his eyes avert from her privates up to a stunningly wondrous visage framed by mottled hair that still retained their elegance and lustrous sheen as expected of one with a physique as curvaceous as hers.

Something was clearly wrong here though, unwilling to let his guard down, the ragged man backs away from the strange woman, only to see her move forward to match his backpedal, producing the wet slapping noises he had heard earlier as she maintains a never changing distance between them, red eyes locked on him with no emotion on her face whatsoever. Was she even a person? Alive? The fearful Oni couldn't tell.

By the time had circled the entire perimeter of the chamber, the starved and beaten man could no longer continue his effort to evade his unrelenting pursuer, lying in a heap while making sure to maintain a constant lookout on the pale woman who hadn't made a single sound beside the wet sounds of her hands and knees scraping across the organic sludge.

The longer he stared however, the more overwhelmed he was beginning to feel. Swamped by lethargy and finding himself drawn into the deep dark void behind her dull red irises producing a strange bioluminescent light, a new scent was beginning to fill the air around him; the soothing smell of a woman mixed in with the fresh foam of the ocean spray. Soothing his nerves and applying an effect similar to a sedative that instantly relaxes his muscles while stirring something else within him as his engorged pecker rises up through the dirty, worn rags that clothed his powerful body, a trait all Oni seemed to share.

With her prey subdued, the silver haired doll begins to make her move, crawling forward before grasping ahold of the man's broad shoulders, sending a chill down his spine as the touch of her ice cold skin permeates his body, straddling him in stunning fashion with long slender legs bracing themselves on the slimy floor.

And after a suffocating moment of silence with the ragged breaths of the mesmerized Oni and occasional drops of condensation falling to the floor serving as ambience, a grunt can be heard alongside the faint subtle sounds of wet flesh being parted as the strange woman finally lowers herself into the man's painfully swollen member, engulfing him in pleasure never before felt with her cooling innards firmly wrapped around him.

From there, the scientists were treated to a one sided mating session; with the Oni man barely able to move an inch under the slow, rhythmic dance his partner had begun to perform after resting out how far she could move with simple thrusts and wiggles, bouncing up and down on his cock with a lifeless look on her face, as if she wasn't enjoying the act like her body language seemed to suggest, with her vigorous pumping growing more energetic and her shapely hips twitching in response to her pleasure centers firing up, letting loose a squirt of fluids just below her tiny clit every now and then that forces her dexterous fingers to twitch in response with her small sculpted shoulder jolting up and down. Like an inexperienced lover having her first orgasm.

But the people watching knew this wasn't just smut they were watching, already they could tell something else was at work here as the first test subject they had exposed to the cells begins to contort, unseen to the lovestruck Oni as her spine morphs and takes on a black, leathery texture that wasted no time in coating itself in the same mucus like substance that covered every surface in the chamber, spreading down until the transformation could no longer go unnoticed as fear coincides with the pleasure of release, cumming into the pulsating tentacle the woman's torso had become as her disguise is shed to reveal a towering monstrosity, grabbing ahold of the Oni and lifting him skyward with all four limbs splayed apart in a cross, renewed panic giving him the energy to scream and shout in dismay at the large serpentine creature his partner had morphed into, unfeeling crimson slits for eyes leering him down with pulses of bioluminescent blue running across the length of its hide.

The man wouldn't be served up as a meal however, for as hungry as the Seaborn was, it was ready to pass on its genes, to assimilate and spread, and the Oni was a prime candidate to join the hive mind the moment he came into contact with its biomass littered across the room after the drastic and violent transformation of the nameless host that had given it form. Warped and corrupted by the cells of a certain Aegean woman who bore the blood of the Seaborn and their sleeping god within her. The same fate that awaited the unfortunate fisherman who found himself at the wrong place at the wrong time.

And so, with its tendrils wrapped firmly around the man and his now flaccid member, the creature begins the process, putting an enormous amount of strain and suction around his member as an innumerable amount of fine cilia begin to insert themselves into his pecker, putting him through a mind-blowing experience right as an extra large tentacle moves into place over his head, silencing his gurgled cries as it slams down over his face, undeterred by the singular horn tenting the elastic hide as it engulfs his head whole until only muffled shouts could be heard. Faced with the full might of the creature, not even the adrenaline fueled strength of an Oni stood a chance.

Not wasting a beat, the evolved Seaborn engulfs it's captive in the same fluid that coated it's skin, pumping it's tentacles full of the icky snot that smothers the man's face with excess runoff accidentally pouring down his throat, beginning the process in earnest with his hanging body beginning to warp and contort, falling to the corruptive influence of the creature's DNA now flowing within him.

It started with his immense frame losing mass and bulk with each pump from the Seaborn's tentacles, as if each pulse was sapping him of his strength as muscles faded and body hair fell off, leaving smooth skin behind that was rapidly losing their slight orangish coloration in exchange for a deathly pale tone. And as the seconds flew by, the strong flailing hands of a veteran man of the seas melts away into slender, delicate branches lined with petite flesh and soft fat, nary a hint of muscle or callused bunches expected of one who wrestled with fishing nets on a daily basis as resistance leaves lithe fingers twitching in exhaustion and pleasure from the assault still underway in his nether regions.

The men behind the screens marveled at the rapid speed of the assimilation process; marking notes about the small time it took for his torso to follow suit as they watch the firm body of the Oni snap and contort with visible worms of movement going on beneath the skin, reshaping bone and doing away with unnecessary organs until a tight and feminine silhouette had taken the place of the formerly blocky body builder, growing more filled in and curvy as the Seaborn's efforts intensify, lathering the man's effeminate body directly with its fluids that show immediate results; washing away the last remnants of the Oni's masculinity as pecs and abs fade under a renewed surge of fat and toned flesh, distorting gaunt hips into shapely handlebars that were as wide as the pseudo-woman he had slept with earlier, gaining a sexy hourglass figure as a large wobbly ass jiggles to life beneath his suspended body in contrast to the two globular breasts that shook and jiggled atop his frame; two creamy mounds of pudding with erect cherry colored nubs topping them off.

And with the bulge of his horn snapping off with a pained yell, more of the corruptive sludge surges through the faltering Oni's unrecognizable body, speeding up the transformation with sweat and slime dripping off the tantalizingly curvy frame he had forcefully been given. Combined with the tentacle sucking away between a pair of plump thighs that led down to toned calves below a tight tummy and the increasingly distressed cries devolving into effeminate moans from the pressed up visage of the fisherman with the body of a woman shaking and jerking in the air with wet slaps of her breasts slamming down on her belly, it certainly made for an oddly arousing sight.

With a wet pop, the busy tentacle between the former man's legs separates along with the others holding on to her limbs, trailing a long mix consisting of semen, goop and juices from the freshly widened pussy leaking it's appreciation onto the floor below, accompanied by the sonorous voice of a woman breaking through the husky voice of the person she once was, moaning in animalistic fashion as her hanging body undergoes its first female orgasm, showering the Seaborn below with a spray of vaginal juices as it responds with a guttural song of its own.

But something was wrong with the creature, with its enormous frame now struggling to remain aloft, it seemed as if it was pouring all it had into the conversion of the Oni, collapsing onto the floor of the chamber just in time for the last tentacle still holding onto her head to loosen its grip, sending a cascade of silver hair exploding around her falling body as she lands before her brethren with a wet splat, struggling to catch her breath with hazy red eyes staring off into the distance, framed with silver hair that glued itself to her sweat slick face and body, a body that was identical if not the same as the woman she had sex with earlier.

Gone was the panic stricken Oni lab rat, and in his place was a limp clone of the woman the first test subject had been transformed into, a woman the Church members held no love for with triumph in their eyes at the sight of her body double lying naked and humiliated on the floor.

Before the scientists could enter the room however, the dying Seaborn lurches forward with the last of its energy, swallowing the limp figure of the newborn Aegean woman in one gulp before tossing its head backwards with a sorrowful cry, slumping over in a heap, dead.

"No one enters the chamber…the process is yet to be completed. Until it is…keep an eye on the readings. We might just have the tool we need to exact revenge for the Bishop's sacrifice…."

Stirring awake within the chilling embrace of a mother's womb, the nameless woman feels herself being pushed out of the cold, fleshy chamber and back into the material plane in a curled up ball surrounded by a protective layer of mucus, rising to her feet with organic pipes still plugged firmly into the foreign orifice between her legs and the strangely pleasant sacs of flesh atop her chest. Having a humanoid body was a strange experience for the silver haired maiden as she hefts a breast in curiosity, moaning in surprise at the sudden shock earned from trying to remove her predecessor's limbs from her nipple as she collapsed into her shapely derriere bouncing against the body of her expired brethren. Rubbing her aching cranium as the sudden emotion triggers a surge of memories within her, all of them seemingly from different lives.

In one life; she saw herself hauling in fish from the seas, in another, coarse hands were tiling the land for planting crops, and in a third, she saw herself living the life of a loner, slaying creatures that reminded her of her kin. And in the last, most haziest of all, she saw and felt that same woman land a killing blow on her before shaking her back to reality, gasping for air with the tentacle lodged in her mouth slipping free with a splat as it hits the floor.

"What…was that feeling?"

With her first taste of human emotion, the nameless woman begins to run her hands all over her body, wincing at every little touch sending tiny jolts through her body, making her nipples tingle along with the strange swollen slit between her legs. It was so strange, yet so…good?

'Is this…pleasure?'

Unlike her original body, this one felt restrictive, small, suffocating. But it also felt good, strong and exciting. Alien to the concept of emotions, the Seaborn within her was struggling to understand what she was going through right now as ancient memories passed down from the collective while begins to fill her head with strange memories and a name…but whose name was this supposed to be?

"Ska…di…I…am Ska-Di? I…me..I am Ska-Di…."

Whispering the words like a mantra, the silver haired beauty begins to giggle with her melodic voice bouncing and echoing all around her. A part of her felt disgusted, wrong even, to be inhabiting this soft, sensitive vessel. But the other more dominant side of her felt amazingly good, that this was meant to be. This body, the name, belonged to her, to Ska-Di. And with the cementing of her identity, new clothes begin to materialize over her body, formed from the biomass around her as they split and tore along the parts of her still connected to the tentacles, moaning weakly in an effort to remove them. As good as they felt, she needed to get moving, to spread and seek out the kin she could feel moving all around her, some even trapped in prisons of flesh. She needed to aid them, to set them free.

And as the doors to the chamber slide open, Ska-Di's face splits into a loving smile upon the sight of the hooded men walking inside. Calling out with her hypnotic voice as they all instantly free in place, wondering why the man in the lead seemed so afraid, wasn't he supposed to be Seaborn like her? Answering the call of another was natural, just like she would submit herself if it meant furthering her people's goal of one day gracing the skies above.

As a mother would for her children, Ska-Di spreads her arms in invitation, calling out to the Seaborn blood coursing through the men’s veins toward her as they begin to submerge themselves in the widening pool spreading out from her body, ready to less them as they did her with a new form, one that would transcend the Seaborn as they were now; the power of one of the most renowned Abyssal Hunters infused with the essence of Ishar-mla herself; one of the Seaborn’s unknowable gods and the very same one believed to have died all those years ago.

“Come to me my children and I shall bless you all with my gifts, relinquish your forms and embrace me as one…”

THE END