NaChaWriMo day 10 - Anonymous (Patreon)

Freezing air nipped at the sides of the boat. It would have been nice to say that the crew worked tirelessly and moved forever onward with their studies, but it was a really, really tough job. A team of fifty workers rode through cold waters up north, nearby where glaciers and icebergs sat floating in the cold sea.

This particular boat never usually sailed this far north, almost everyone on that boat knew this, but for some reason, the crew and the boat were bought by a sudden unexplained study group with tight-lipped government officials. Within 24 hours, the ship was directed to sail far further north into the arctic ocean at a very specific position, and then take an enclosed sample of the seawater. Once that was done, the company would be rewarded very handsomely for their efforts, then they would sign an NDA, binding them to never speak of what they did to anyone.

No one knew why they had to do this, but the promise of such a reward was enough for the crew to swallow their curiosity and sail blindly to the coordinates, all to just take a sample of the ocean water.

The moment they arrived, the crew immediately noticed something was wrong. The chilling air suddenly halted, like a wall of heat was surrounding the area. Every crewmember stripped out of their puffy coats. It felt like summer in a landlocked country, hitting in the high 20s to the low 30s Celcius.

Someone looked over the edge down at the water, calling out that they can see fish, but not normal fish for the arctic. Species of tropical fish were swimming in the water, which was a lot warmer looking than the cold surrounding waters. One guy joked at how this would be a good bar story, but was quickly hushed by an onboard supervisor that this, although strange, was not to be told to anyone no matter the cost.

A crane lowered slowly towards the water’s surface to take a sample. Someone joked again, asking if he was supposed to take out the bathing suits and colourful summer drinks. The mostly-positive mood suddenly took a hit once the crane hit the water's surface.

Immediately as if it was magnetised, the water grabbed the crane, pulling it under. The strength of the pull was enough to tilt the whole boat more than 45 degrees, and everyone panicked, toppling over to the side. The onboard supervisor yelled for the worker to cut the extension, which was done seconds later, and the whole boat lurched back over. This disturbance caused the boat to create a huge splash of water, rising up over the crew and splashing down on everyone on the boat.

Most of the crew had lost their footing, so many of the people after the ship stabilised were on the ground, all of them trying to find their footing again. A quick scan of the crew showed that no one had been thrown overboard, thank goodness.

But the water wasn’t done with its oddities. Everyone had been splashed, but suddenly clothes were all different. Everyone had been changed out of their visibility vests and uniforms and replaced with bathing suits, with shorts for the boys and bikinis for the girls. Before anyone could make any confusing comment about the clothing change, a sharp, pleasureful moan escaped someone’s mouth, piercing the air. A man curled their toes as his cock suddenly grew longer and thicker, spurting out fluids from the tip as his shaft became tapered and three times as long.

Seconds later, more and more changes began to grow in the crew. Another male started to eagerly grind his own tapering cock against someone else. Duos began making out, and trios were stripping each other and penetrating each other’s soft, soaking slits. Skin became grey, smooth, and almost rubbery in nature. Mouths elongated out of people’s faces turning into muzzles, and long thick tails pushed out of everyone’s butts. One transformed dolphin orgasmed, then another, then two more, then five more, and within twenty seconds, everyone was gushing cum all over themselves and in sexually writhing groups of dolphins.

The captain, who was inside the boat the whole time, was on his way down to the deck in order to help out the crew after that major tilt of the boat, but was scrambling back to the bridge once he saw the mayhem happening outside. The scent of pure, corrupt sex was filling the air, and it didn’t take long at all for his own skin to turn a mix of inky black and white, a thick tail pushing out of his suit pants, and his cock pushing intensely hard against his underwear. His whole body was growing bulkier. Even the sensation of the underwear fabric rubbing his cock was almost enough for him to orgasm,

“M-mayday! Mayday!! S-Something’s gone horribly…ggyhh~ Somethings gone horribly wrong!!” The captain frantically shouted into the transceiver, breaking his NDA, but the NDA that he signed and the promise of millions of government funds was the last thing on his mind. All he could think of were throbbing dolphin cocks and tasty, tasty cum, “some…some power has taken hold of the ship and the…ohh god~ a-and its crew~ p-please~ hahhh~”

The captain was grinding his cock bulge against the counter top, humping the desk as he clutched the phone in his hand,

“P-please~ s-send people here~ nnyhh~ quickly~ w-we need…we need to…play with…i-i mean…~~ nyaahh~!”

The captain came through his pants, gushing corrupt cum all over the desk. His hand dropped the phone onto the counter as he let out a panting, horny chuckle, looking down at his transformed crew on the desk. He needed to “tend” to his crew, as the massive sexy orca captain he was~

Meanwhile, back on land, the message was picked up by the coastguard. The dispatcher, hearing the panic behind the captain’s voice, immediately sent multiple search boats out to the position of the boat.

After the intense moment, the coastguard worker let out a slightly wavered sigh, his cock beginning to throb and shift, as all he could think about was how sexy that moan sounded~