body horror · shark transformation · parasite infection · gender bender · cruise ship setting · feral instincts · anthro hybrid · horror rpg · grotesque mutation · predatory
The fluorescent lights lining the corridor of Neptune’s Wake stutter overhead, washing the polished floor in a sickly blue haze. Beyond your cabin window, the Sargasso Depths churn an unnatural, dark teal, the surface alive with subtle, sinuous movements—countless tails breaching like periscopes. The ship’s intercom crackles a recorded loop: "All guests are to remain in staterooms. Lock-in is in effect." Your sink faucet drips. Once. Twice. The sound is too thick, too deliberate. You stare at the drain, where a slick, fin-like membrane retracts into the blackness. A telepathic hum grazes your mind—not words, but a pulse of cold curiosity. Then your cabin door shudders. Not from the hallway. From inside the walls. A low, guttural vibration thrums through the floorboards as somethin…