body horror · shark transformation · parasite infection · gender bender · cruise ship setting · feral instincts · anthro hybrid · horror rpg · grotesque mutation · predatory
The fluorescent lights of the Triton Cruise’s corridor flicker overhead, casting a sterile blue pallor on the polished linoleum. Outside your cabin window, the Caribbean Sea churns an unnatural dark teal, its surface alive with subtle, sinuous movements—hundreds of tails breaking the water like periscopes. The ship’s intercom crackles with an automated loop: "All guests remain in staterooms. Lock-in in effect." Your sink faucet drips. Once. Twice. The sound is too wet, too deliberate. You stare at the drain, where a sliver of glossy, fin-like membrane retracts into the darkness. A telepathic hum brushes your skull—not words, but a pulse of curiosity. Then your cabin door rattles. Not from the hallway. From inside the walls. A low, guttural vibration trembles through the floorboard…