The Mist 2: Rescue Operations
Chapter 14: U-110, U-522, U-557
The darkness of the ocean felt all the more oppressing with the knowledge there was a slew of monsters lurking about.
Despite how well she hid it, U-522 was nervous. Her tail, sensitive as it was to water pressure, swished about behind herself out of habit, searching for the slightest sign of an incoming attack. The silence wore heavily on her nerves and she had to consciously keep her finger off the trigger lest she fire accidentally, and give away their position. U-557 and U-110 flanked her on either side, forming a tight triangle formation, their own faces tight with unease too. Well, U-557 looked uneasy; U-110 looked as nonplussed as always.
Richelieu's ship form hung back, just out of sight but close enough that they could retreat to her if needed, or defend her if the need arose. Truthfully all three of them doubted they'd be much use, especially if they found themselves getting swarmed, but it was a small comfort to know that the Battleship had been equipped with special depth charges to help defend herself. The fact that said depth charges could also hit them was a concern, but frankly it was better than nothing.
Suddenly she felt a disturbance in water pressure to her far right. Immediately U-522 raised a hand and stopped, prompting her two Ironblood companions to also stop. For a long few moments utter silence fell over them, the quiet thrum of their motors barely piercing the quiet.
''I-''
BOOM!
A distant eruption went off in the distance, muffled as it was by the water. Shellfire.
''Looks like... cover's blown...'' U-557 murmured, the bags under her eyes making her seem tired even with how alert she actually was. ''Should we...?''
U-522 nodded, kicking her rigging into high-gear and sending out a sonar pulse. In her mind she got a good image of the underwater landscape, from the coral reefs to the slight dips and trenches that had naturally formed in the land. She also saw all the creatures wriggling about across the sea floor and in the water, several of which turned towards her. However the sonar pulse wasn't solely meant to get a good look at their surroundings. It was the signal.
Only a short few minutes later she heard the sound of a muted puff – before blinding red light flashed into existence high above the water. Flares. The bright red light pierced through the water from its sheer intensity, illuminating the entire ocean floor to an extent and hastening the awakening of the many creatures lingering around.
''Damn...'' U-522 chewed her bottom lip, spotting several creatures shifting their way – slowly at first, but gradually picking up speed. Whether because they weren't fully awake, or because they were trying to be sneaky, she didn't know. ''I don't think we have enough torpedoes for all of them...''
''Maybe we should retreat?'' U-557 offered.
''No. Doing so would leave Richelieu exposed.'' U-522 immediately denied. ''Let's just stay where we are for the moment. See what they try and do. Avoid going for the seawall if you can; there's no telling how many monsters will gather on land.''
Their tense conversation was cut short, however, as U-110 spoke. ''Shaaark...''
U-522 twitched, turning around. ''What are you-''
The words died in her throat.
U-110 pointed behind them... to the massive black creature lurking right beneath Richelieu's hull. In contrast to a true shark it didn't actively swim to breathe, but just floated there, nigh-motionless. With the red flares illuminating the water the creature's midnight-black skin stood sharply at odds with the surroundings, its crimson eyes bearing a frightening amount of intelligence not seen in many other monsters.
'H-How did it get so close... without any of us noticing...?' U-522 thought in shock. Surely her sonar would've picked such a massive thing up. Unless-
-unless the creature knew Richelieu's hull would mask its signature; enough that she would brush it off as just a technical anomaly.
Before she could voice her fear, the shark moved. Like a bullet it shot towards them, rushing at them with terrifying intensity and immediately making all three Submarines scream – breaking apart in different directions. The black shark missed them and circled back around with startling speed, lunging straight for U-557. The Submarine barely managed to avoid the tackle by banking a hard right, but even then the pressure caused by the shark's movement dragged her in like a miniature vortex, sending her tumbling about for a dangerous second.
''What the heck is that?!'' U-522 yelled over the local radio, bubbles escaping her open mouth.
''I don't know!'' U-557 was the one to answer, grunting. ''I-It feels familiar though...''
Familiar? Yes, it did, U-522 realised – staring in morbid curiosity at the black-skinned shark as it curved around for a third charge.
Then it was U-110 who spoke. ''Its eyes... look like... U-47...''
There was a beat, and it clicked in U-522's mind – her eyes soaking in the littler details she had missed. From the oddly-familiar shade of red in the monster's eyes, to the colour scheme and frightening knowledge of how to hide itself from a ship; things that U-47 would have known. She couldn't say if it was actually U-47 and not just some twisted offspring, but as she looked into the monster's gleaming eyes, she found herself believing it to be her old comrade-turned-monster.
But of course, that knowledge did little to stop the mutated U-47 from charging straight at her.
''Mn- ah!'' U-522 was too slow to dodge, taking a headbutt to her shoulder and nearly wrenching her off her rigging from the force – her knees holding onto it only barely as she hastily reoriented herself.
While U-557 was conflicted with firing upon what could very well be their friend, U-110 had no such reservations – a hiss escaping her rigging as two torpedoes were let loose. The shark swerved to avoid them, both of the underwater missiles erupting into the coral reef far behind the creature, but U-522 finally snapped herself out of her daze and launched her own two torpedoes. This time the mutated U-47 couldn't dodge, taking both of them in her side and losing a chunk of flesh, adding to another wound she bore on her hide.
A loud roar filled the ocean, so loud it created a wave of water pressure that forced all three Submarines back. However rather than flee U-47 charged at them with renewed vigour, charging straight for U-522. The Submarine tried to dodge but reflexes failed her, and with a gasp she took a headbutt straight to the chest, sending her soaring backwards through the water – disappearing out of sight of her comrades into the coral reefs, but still in radio range.
''U-522? You okay?!'' U-557's voice came over the radio, panicked.
''Y-Yeah!'' U-522 sent back, coughing. ''I'm fin- AHH?!''
The transmission cut short with a shriek, and U-522 suddenly left radio range.
U-557 made to follow – only to notice that U-110 had already gone ahead, her form becoming fuzzy as she got further away, the water cloudy enough to hide her even with all the illumination. ''W-Wait! U-110!''
''I'll find her. You protect.'' U-110's voice crackled as the distance increased – before with a crack and a click, she left radio range.
Leaving U-557 alone... and so with a nervous curse, she gave chase too, unable to tolerate the frightening silence despite her orders.
Nobody ever said she was a tough girl, after all.
X-x-X
U-110 was sure she would catch up with U-522 quickly; she had followed the path she had disappeared in near-perfectly.
However it quickly became apparent to her that she'd taken a wrong turn at some point, getting mixed up in the reefs; that, or U-522 had been dragged further than expected. It didn't help that all the reefs looked similar, and even with the flares illuminating the area it only worked so much. The greyish hue the ocean took only worsened that fact, making everything blurry after a certain distance due to how the light fell.
U-110 frowned, carefully manoeuvring herself around the coral chunks. She wasn't easily spooked, but she couldn't quite stifle the uneasy expression that worked its way across her face; a testament to how unsettled the Submarine was. The attack by the monstrous U-47 was worrying, but it was the sudden loss of communication that troubled her the most. Doubly so because when she tried to communicate with U-557, she couldn't get in contact with the sleepy Submarine anymore; she was out of range.
'Maybe I shouldn't have ran ahead...' U-110 dimly thought to herself. She was never good at following orders thanks to her airhead nature, but the more she thought about it the more she realised she made a bad call; mainly because she ended up leaving Richelieu unprotected.
However there was no going back now. Even if she decided to abandon U-522 to her fate and go back to Richelieu U-557 was also now out there; and she alone couldn't defend against so many monsters. So with some measure of regret the white-haired Submarine continued traversing the coral reef around herself, doing so in the idle hope that the monsters wouldn't be able to see her, at least until she found U-522.
'...Hm?' U-110 paused as she turned around a pillar of coral, blinking at the small circular patch of sand beyond. 'I swore I just felt something...'
After a second of slow blinking U-110 continued, her legs slowly swishing as she swam in through the area. Short kelp and seaweed tickled her legs but she paid them no mind, her rigging vibrating against her body as she slowly searched – when a sudden tentacle lurched up from the sand beneath her, and curled around her right leg.
''Mm?!'' U-110 buckled in surprise, so startled that it took her a second to even register the wet tentacle binding her right leg – and by that time, a second tentacle wrapped around her left leg.
Together both of the tentacles began to pull her back, and as she looked down U-110 realised it was a camouflaged monster – its design akin to a four-petalled flower, the sand covering the greyish petals but failing to hide the fleshy 'mouth' in the centre, the greyish tentacles emerging from the hole. Grunting the Submarine kicked her legs but found that it had a surprisingly strong hold, limiting her movements, and prompting her to awkwardly twist her rigging around and take aim at it.
Except just a she fired, two tentacle shot up with startling speed, and jammed the holes. A muted explosion jolted her off her rigging, the wave of water pressure roaring in her ears – and the front half of her rigging cracked and splintered, several chunks snapping off altogether. The rotor sputtered and failed, and then slowed to a dead stop not a second later. Her rigging was busted.
So shocked by the sudden counter-attack U-110 was left in something of a daze – and was immediately snapped out of it as something smooth pushed against her bikini bottoms.
''Mn?'' Bubbles passed U-110's lips as she made a surprised sound, gazing in surprise at the ball-tipped tentacle pushing against her crotch. ''Nn...''
With a grimace U-110 reached down with both hands and tried to grab the tentacle, only for it to move with the same startling speed as before, darting around her wrists and suddenly binding them together. A sharp grunt escaped the white-haired Submarine as her now-bound wrists were yanked straight above her head, the tentacle easily extending and leaving her trapped between all the tentacles, her legs fruitlessly kicking and jerking as she tried to free herself.
Her struggles failed to dissuade the ambushing monster from pushing another tentacle against her crotch, the force it used allowing U-110 to feel it rubbing against her – a stifled groan escaping the Submarine as she tried to escape, her legs weakly trying to close only for the tentacles to pull them apart once more. The grey tentacle rubbed her clothed pussy more intently, pushing and shoving forcefully.
Until suddenly it curved up her thigh, and dug underneath her swimsuit and bikini bottoms, touching her pussy lips.
''M-Mm!'' U-110 spasmed as the tentacle wasted no time in penetrating her sex, her folds spreading apart easily for the invading tentacle.
It wormed its way inside her womanhood, spreading her tight inner walls apart with its slippery length. She gritted her teeth and struggled but the tentacle was easily able to slide its length into her, soon pushing the tip up against her cervix. Then without missing a beat it retracted until only the tip was left in her and slammed back inside, practically punching her cervix from the force and making U-110's taut stomach buckle, bubbles passing her parted lips as she gasped.
The tentacle creature offered no reprieve. With open eagerness the tentacle plunged up into her tight pussy over and over again, defiling her with gleeful vigour. A second tentacle slipped up her right thigh before also pushing against her smooth pussy, and unheeding of how U-110 shook her head the second tentacle forced its way into her folds, corkscrewing around the first tentacle and making the Submarine spasm, her head tipping back as the corkscrewed tentacles began to pound her all the more intensely.
''Mn! M-Mm!'' U-110 struggled to keep thinking straight, her lips constantly parting as she let out gasp after gasp, the burning in her lungs telling her she was letting out too much air – but she couldn't help it, not when two thick tentacles were thrusting into her formerly-untouched pussy.
She began to get light-headed from the lack of air, only further weakening her and leaving her at the mercy of the tentacled creature, its two smooth tentacles pumping into her folds with eager intent. She could feel how her tight inner walls were forced apart by their corkscrewed shafts, her insides trying to clench tight around them only for the slippery texture of the tentacles to let them keep thrusting with ease.
There was surprisingly little pain despite their size, only a twinge of discomfort from having her insides stretched so much. And with that minor discomfort came a buzzing rush of unwanted pleasure, the friction in her virgin insides totally foreign to U-110, who hadn't even touched herself once beforehand. The twin tentacles rubbed her weak spots and made her pelvis spasm and tighten, her arousal wetting the tentacles and only letting them fuck her easier, the duo battering her deepest parts relentlessly.
Until finally, they pushed in deep – and penetrated her cervix.
''Mmph!'' U-110's toes curled and her legs buckled, a string of bubbles escaping her pale lips as she felt the corkscrewed tentacles force their way into her womb.
The two tentacles wasted no time in pushing in as deep as they could, nearly bumping against her pelvic bone from how deeply they penetrated her. Then without missing a beat they went back to railing her hard and fast, her leaking arousal allowing them to slide into her sex that much easier, their slick lengths slipping and sliding into her. The wet friction nearly made her see white, her spasms growing stronger as something began to build inside her, causing her pelvis to tighten up.
Abruptly the tentacle writhed inside her, spasming and heightening her unwanted pleasure – until two thick bulges travelled up the length of the tentacles, forcing her inner walls apart as the squeezed inside her tight pussy; before thick gushes of cum flooded her womb. U-110 saw white, mouth opening in a reflexive cry as she climaxed for the first time, the overwhelming warmth of the creature's cum inside her tipping her over the edge.
Burst after burst of cum shot inside her womb, bloating her pelvis slightly. However too much oxygen was escaping U-110's open mouth, and by the time her powerful orgasm passed, it was too late.
The last thing the Submarine saw before she floated down to the seabed was a cluster of tentacles gathering around her like a small reef, swallowing her up in their embrace.
X-x-X
''C-Crap! Hey. Richelieu! You hear me?! U-557? U-110? Anyone?!''
U-522 frantic, curse-laden message went unheeded, her local-area radio picking up nothing but static. She desperately tried to get back to her allies but that was proving to be an increasing hard task, thanks to all the monsters rapidly waking up beneath the waves, and many of whom were converging in on her.
Including several Squidmen. After being ambushed by the monstrous U-47 one of them had grabbed her and dragged her off by her hips, clearly intent on pulling her back to its lair. She had broken free and killed it with a single quick torpedo, but several of its allies had converged on her. She had managed to take down two more before they got ahold of her rigging and yanked it out her reach, but she was still close enough to de-summon it, allowing her to re-materialise her rigging and keep fighting.
Of course, that tactic only worked once. The second time the Squidmen got her rigging away from her, they'd wasted no time in damaging it beyond repair, eliminating her main, and only attack method.
Which led to her current situation, trying to not get pinned down and molested by the lustful creature on her tail.
''Nn...!'' The Submarine gritted her teeth as one such Squidman swam out in front of her – forcing U-522 to hastily duck and swim under it, using her natural agility to her advantage.
The Squidman tried to grab her but she deftly avoided it, going as far as putting her feet on its lower back and kicking off it. She then put a hand on the nearby coral formation and pushed off it, expression tight with concentration as she deliberately swam low to the ground, trying her best to minimise her profile. However it was for naught; something she realised as a bulky figure loomed over her, and then grasped her wrists from behind.
U-522 grunted harshly, wincing as the Squidman pushed her cheek-first into the sandy seabed. Quickly she pushed her knees into the ground and pushed back – only to freeze and blush as her ass pushed against its large cock. Thinking fast the Submarine jerked to the side, kneeing the creature in the side and making it twitch faintly; but the faint window was enough. With dexterity that would put even an athlete to shame she wrapped her legs partially around the Squidman's lower back, using it to jerk herself more to the side, allowing her to slip her wrists out of its grip.
Of course, the Squidman didn't take her escape attempt lying down – its hands grabbing her slim legs before she could escape.
''Mn, g-get off!'' U-522 yelled, cheeks red as the Squidman adjusted its grip further up her legs, gripping her thighs. ''I said-''
She grabbed onto a nearby coral, using it to push off – and kicking the creature straight in the stomach with as much force as she could. ''-get off!''
The attack didn't do a lick of damage to the Squidman, but it most certainly startled it enough that its grip loosened. Acting fast U-522 swam away, diving in-between narrow gaps of coral – using her petite body to her advantage. She could hear the Squidmen behind her struggle to follow her through, and when she found a small trench U-522 gladly went down it, swimming past several ominous-looking shellfish without stopping, not letting herself slow down to hesitate.
However the trench only went on for so long. She passed under several bridges made of coral before spotting what looked like a mutated crab, its claws containing thick cocks between its pincers. She swam up before it could make a grab at her – and was totally unprepared for a Squidman to be waiting for her. She had no time to move, a gasp escaping U-522 as the humanoid monster grabbed her right arm and left side, pushing her against a rough patch of coral.
''Nn-!'' Its right hand soon darted down and ripped at the crotch of her swimsuit, easily ripping a hole in it.
However in doing so the creature left itself open. Acting fast U-522 jerked her waist and whipped the creature in the face with her tail, distracting it – and allowing her to hastily push past it, kicking her legs furiously. It tried to grab her legs but missed by mere millimetres, its thick fingers passing her toes and allowing her to rapidly ascend, going as far as exhaling her excess oxygen to ascend faster.
And in no time at all, she burst through the surface of the water, wincing as the harsh red light of the flares stabbed into her eyes, the brightness harshly contrasting the dark waters below. However she couldn't see Richelieu's hull, prompting the Submarine to hastily send out a sonar ping. It went out and she managed to faintly detect Richelieu's hull, prompting U-522 to furiously make her way in that direction.
Or she would've, had a pair of thick hands not grabbed her waist from beneath the water.
''Ah!'' U-522 shrieked in surprise, kicking her arms and legs as she resisted the pulling force trying to drag her beneath the waves, seawater spitting into her face as she struggled. ''L-Let go...!''
Her assailant obliged. Unlike whom she expected, it wasn't a Squidman – but instead a variant of it. The deep blue skin of the humanoid beast was akin to other members of its species, but this one held four muscled arms instead of two. Something that the beast readily put to good use; a gasp escaping U-522 as two of its meaty hands grabbed her biceps and pulled them harshly backwards, its other two hands gripping her hips.
A jolt of cold panic hit her as she felt something hard prod her butt, the lack of anything to cover her womanhood becoming intimately clear as the hard tip pushed against her pussy lips – before with a merciless buck of its hips, the four-armed Squidman buried its thick, hard length into her comparatively small pussy. The rough penetration elicited an immediate shriek from U-522, her voice carrying all the easier with her head above water, her shrill voice echoing.
''T-Take it out!'' U-522 half-yelled, half-screamed at the monster – wheezing when it bucked its hips forth, shoving more of its large cock into her defiled pussy, practically rearranging her insides.
The Squidman didn't. With its hands restraining her arms and waist U-522 was utterly helpless to escape, sharp gasps fleeing her parted lips as the thick cock forced its way deeper and deeper into her virgin sex, until finally it pushed up against her cervix. Her toes curled and she whimpered from the rough penetration, but the Squidman gave her no time to recover from the deflowering, as near-immediately the monster began to thrust into her; sliding its cock halfway out only to plunge it back in a second later.
The feeling was only made that little bit rougher on U-522 from how dry it went in, not a hint of arousal or lubrication present to ease the penetration. Yet despite that the Squidman didn't stop pumping into her womanhood, stretching her tender insides apart with its big cock and knocking the air out of U-522, her petite body buckling as she was so utterly fucked, her pussy aching from being stretched so much.
''Mn-!'' Her body arched forwards, trying to escape, but the monster's grip on her made it impossible to escape – the new angle making the cock inside her hammer her cervix that little bit rougher.
Suddenly the monster released her right hip. Before U-522 could take advantage of her newfound freedom the Squidman wrapped its left arm around her waist, stopping her from escaping and allowing it to grab her wire-like tail – eliciting an immediate squeal from U-522, sparks of sensation shooting into the base of her spine. It was her weak point and the monster seemed to sense that, its breath hot against the back of her neck as it yanked and tugged on her sensitive tail, frying her mind from the sensation stabbing her mind.
The rush of raw sensation flooding her mind only made her grow immensely tight around the Squidman's thick cock, strangling its length with her insides. However her tightness failed to make the monster slow down, its breath hot against her neck as it kept slamming into her sex, bottoming out with each rough thrust and nearly making the Submarine see stars, struggling to keep her head above water as the Squidman fucked her.
So overwhelmed by the harsh yanking on her tail, U-522 almost didn't feel the way the Squidman's cock throbbed inside her. Almost.
''N-No!'' The Submarine's struggles grew stronger and more desperate, hopelessly trying to free herself before it impregnated her – but the Squidman just pounded her aching pussy all the harder, jamming its shaft into her tight pussy without a care-
-until with a bestial grunt it pushed against her cervix, and unloaded gushes of cum inside her.
U-522 saw white, only peripherally aware she was screaming as the monster unloaded thick ropes of cum inside her; the angle of penetration making it penetrate her cervix just slightly, easily allowing its cum to fill her womb. Rope after rope pumped inside her, the thickness of it letting her intimately feel how its load splattered inside her, undoubtedly getting her pregnant with its monstrous offspring.
However as U-522 came down from her momentary mind-blank, she realised that the Squidman's grip on her was loose. Weakly she struggled – and when she felt something wet against her head, she turned-
-and jolted as she found a headless Squidman behind her.
As if her looking at it was the signal the Squidman's grip on her finally loosened, and the now-dead creature began to sink back down beneath the waves, its softening cock slipping out of her creampied pussy. U-522 could only stare, her own pain momentarily forgotten as her mind tried and failed to register why the creature had lost its head.
She found out why a second later. ''Hey! U-522!''
The Submarine looked ahead, and overwhelming relief filled her as she found U-556 floating on the surface; U-73 and U-81 flanking her. The smoking nozzle of their self-defence guns betrayed what blew apart the head of the Squidman – how she didn't hear the splatter of blood against her head, she didn't know, but didn't mind either.
''You okay?'' U-556 was visibly worried. ''Are-''
''Hah...'' U-522 shuddered, managing a weary half-smile – more to put her comrades at ease than anything else. ''Y-Yeah, sorta. It finished in me, but at least it's dead now.''
''Do you need help getting back?''
''No.'' U-522 sorely did want the help, but even in her weakened state and with damaged pride, she still put the mission above her own well-being. ''You three just continue doing what you were, I can... I can make it back. Richelieu isn't far.''
''If you're sure...'' U-556 hesitantly agreed. ''Where's U-110 and U-557?''
''I don't know.'' U-522 grimaced. ''I was dragged away. T-They either followed after me, or are still under Richelieu protecting her.''
U-556 looked at her allies with a worried grimace, uncertain. They could try searching for the other two Submarines before it was too late, but that would waste valuable time. Even now as they spoke, dozens upon dozens of monsters beneath the waves were waking up. Some took longer than others, but every second wasted was another second at risk of being caught. The whole operation wasn't meant to be a drawn-out battle; but a fast-as-possible infiltration. The longer it took, the more Ship-Girls that risked falling to monsters. And until they found a way to re-establish long-range communications, they were at a significant disadvantage.
Just as U-522 was about to speak the water beside them rushed – and a familiar face poked out.
McSub.
''Huh?'' U-556 lowered the gun she had been aiming, bewildered. ''Um... hey? We're cool, right...?''
McSub made an odd chirping sound, the noise muted by the thing in its mouth. It swam a little closer to U-556 and jerked its head about, prompting U-556 to cautiously accept the leather strap – and when she lifted it up out of the water all of them were surprised to see the bomb given to Albacore, a little black box with some waterproof wires around it. For something so deadly, it looked distinctly unintimidating.
''Albacore...'' U-556 looked worried. ''Is she...?''
McSub happily bobbed its head. She was alive then, they collectively guessed.
''I think she wanted to give it to you.'' U-81 assumed, frowning at U-556. ''Guess she must've taken... damage, and couldn't continue.''
''Oh...'' U-556 swallowed, shouldering the leather bag – the bomb comfortably resting within. ''Understood. Alright, um, McSub, wanna join us?''
An affirmative chirp.
''Good.'' The blue-haired Submarine looked reassured somewhat by that. ''Stay safe, U-522.''
''You too.''
With a unified nod, the three able Submarines dived along with McSub, leaving U-522 to swim alone back to the relative safety of Richelieu's hull.
X-x-X
'Ow... why is it so fast...?!'
U-557 grimaced harshly and banked a hard right, avoiding the Shark that tried to bite down on her waist, its cock-tongue all too visible.
The creature had ambushed her shortly after she had taken off for U-110, and ever since had relentlessly pursued her, even slamming aside a mutated Dolphin to get at her. It was so quick that several times the Submarine wasn't able to dodge it completely, causing it to graze her thighs and waist with its sharp teeth. It had destroyed her rigging when she tried to use it like a shield, though a small mercy was that it ended up puncturing a torpedo that was pre-loaded and blew it up in its mouth, damaging the creature enough to slow it down temporarily.
Of course, the moment it had gotten over its initially shock it went right back to chasing he down with a vengeance. Hence her current predicament.
''Mn-!'' U-557 dove low, forcing the Shark to abort its charge lest it ram into the coral reef above her.
This time U-557 didn't ascend, taking the risk of swimming into the coral reefs. She found a particularly tight cluster and swam into it, wincing when the Shark rammed into another section of coral and blew it apart from the force; but mercifully the aged coral was sturdy enough that it didn't break through it completely, getting somewhat trapped between two chunks. It struggled for a moment, teeth gnashing angrily, but then finally aborted its attack and swam off – for good this time.
Breathing a relieved sigh U-557 relaxed, if only for a moment. The little section of coral she was in was tightly-clustered and with a small section of sand on the seabed, leaving next to no way for the Shark to get at her. That thought ailed her worries and she gave herself a minute to catch her breath, exhausted from all the swimming. Her endurance was never the best.
Suddenly she felt movement behind her. U-557 immediately turned to face it, looking up at the crooked pillar of stone and coral, eyes widening minutely at the creature hanging off it. A Starfish. At least it looked one; its skin a greyish hue meant to blend in with the stone and its size enlarged to the point it could probably wrap around her torso easily.
And it was moving right at her.
''Mn?!'' U-557 was too slow to back up; the Starfish's five arms wrapping around her.
Two went around her sides, its arms holding tightly onto her skin. Another two went around her hips, whilst the last arm went between her legs and up her back slightly, leaving the centre of the Starfish at her crotch. She soon found out why as her underwear began to sizzle, panic filling the tired-looking Submarine as the Starfish's very skin melted her bikini bottoms, yet not harming her skin slightly. The oddity made her hesitate long enough that her bikini bottoms soon fully disintegrated, exposing her pussy lips to the monster.
And then before she could contemplate the sudden attack, the creature's mouth opened – and a long penis-like appendage pushed in past her smooth folds. ''A-Ah!''
U-557 yelped, throwing her head back as the fleshy appendage pushed inside her. It didn't hurt as much as it surprised her but the feeling was far from welcome, her inner walls spreading apart for the creature's fleshy cock. The Submarine grimaced, putting both hands on the Starfish and pushing, but it had a solid grip on her lower half, preventing her from simply peeling it off her. Her efforts were only further hampered as it began to thrust its fleshy cock into her, eliciting a startled gasp from U-557 as pleasure spiked in her womanhood.
Pursing her lips together U-557 struggled, awkwardly wriggling backwards across the seabed as she pushed and bucked her legs, but no amount of movement would get the Starfish off. Briefly she tried to push herself up and swim but the Starfish hit her cervix with a quick thrust, making her body seize with a muted gasp of unwanted pleasure, the feeling briefly overwhelming her mind. Even if she didn't want it, she couldn't deny that the Starfish felt good.
''Mn...!'' U-557 awkwardly twisted over onto her knees, floating slightly above the seabed even as the Starfish languidly pumped its cock into her sex, buzzing warmth teasing her insides as the fleshy cock fucked her.
Then the Starfish sped up. U-557 gasped, bubbles passing her lips as the creature's fleshy cock plunged into her pussy with sudden intensity, the lewd friction inside her pussy melting her mind. She couldn't deny how good it felt, and even as she consciously pushed and shoved at the Starfish in an attempt to get it off her crotch, she unconsciously began to enjoy it slightly; her body quivering as the cock pumped into her pussy with relentless, pleasurable thrusts.
'Ah... n-no...' U-557 put her back to the coral, using it for support.
One hand went down to the centre of the Starfish's back, gripping it as she tugged on it, trying to pull it off. However as the creature kept fucking her pussy, giving her such mind-melting pleasure, U-557 slowly began to stop pulling, and began pushing. Her free hand gripped at the coral behind herself and she tipped her head back, lips trembling as she kept them shut, her mind focusing entirely on the pleasure the Starfish was giving her – deliberately pushing the creature against her pussy, as if to encourage it.
Whether it noticed her submission or not, the Starfish's movements only grew faster and more pleasurable. Its fleshy cock hammered her cervix and rubbed her good spots, its cock swelling in size until it was snug-fitting, leaving barely any room left inside her pussy – stretching her as much as she could comfortably take. The large size allowed her to feel every little twitch and pulse of the cock inside her, a string of strained gasps escaping U-557 as the Starfish pounded her tight sex.
'W-Wait, no...' U-557 felt a distinct pressure swelling inside herself. 'I can't... I...!'
As much as she tried to deny it, U-557 couldn't stop the swelling pressure inside herself – her orgasm mounting. She shook her head, gasping out bubbles, but there was no denying she was going to cum from the Starfish violating her. Even with that knowledge she didn't try yanking the Starfish off, her muscles like putty and her mind fogged up with overwhelming pleasure, the friction inside her womanhood too much for her to endure-
-and soon the Starfish plunged in deep, pushed against her cervix; and came.
''Mm!'' U-557 threw her head back and spasmed, gasping as cum flooded her womanhood.
The warmth filling her was the final straw, her eyes nearly rolling back as pure pleasure rocketed through her petite frame. Her body spasmed as best it could in the Starfish's bindings, her breathing short and gasping as she orgasmed – her orgasmic high briefly blinding her to her waning oxygen.
Slowly the Starfish's thrusts slowed, and it tandem U-557's orgasm began to wane too – giving the Submarine enough coherency to shut her mouth and preserve her remaining oxygen, shuddering and twitching as she recovered from her climax. Guilt swelled inside her along with rising shame and mortification, but something deep down inside herself didn't feel all that bothered. Perhaps it was because it had actually felt good, or maybe it was because she knew she could've been captured by a monster far worse than a Starfish, but either way she found herself feeling oddly unbothered by it.
''Mn...'' However she still needed to breathe; something that prompted U-557 to put her hands on the Starfish, and push.
Like before she couldn't pry it off, especially not with her weakened strength. However after a second a thought occurred to her, and tentatively she pushed off the coral. The Starfish twitched but otherwise didn't react, allowing U-557 to slowly ascend towards the surface. It was awkward due to the Starfish's position and the fact its cock was still snugly buried inside her sex, stopping its cum from leaking out, but she made do and swam to the surface.
''Mm- haah!'' Her head breached the surface, the Submarine wasting no time inhaling fresh air, refilling her lungs.
As if by some divine miracle she spotted Richelieu's hull not too far away, and with a grunt of effort U-557 began to float towards it. Richelieu must've spotted her as the Battleship's hull drifted subtly towards her, a rope plopping down into the water next to her.
With a groan U-557 grabbed ahold of it, her shoulders twinging with protest when Richelieu yanked on the rope – dragging her up slightly. The weight of the Starfish wasn't much but it was enough to put some strain on her shoulders, and she could tell Richelieu wasn't expecting the added weight either; audibly grunting as she yanked and tugged on the rope, progressively tugging U-557 further up-
-until finally, she pulled her onto the deck of the Battleship's ship form.
''Phew...'' Richelieu exhaled heavily – and immediately stiffened when she laid eyes on the Starfish. ''Oh Lord...''
U-557 blushed, suddenly feeling so much more exposed. ''U-Um... can you help get it off...?''
''O-Of course!''
It was tricky, in part thanks to how tight a hold the Starfish had on her, but with some creative use of a wooden plank on Richelieu's part she managed to pry two of the Starfish's arm off. From there U-557 just needed to pinch at the creature's cock and make it back off, the creature scrambling away from her before falling off the deck, splashing back into the ocean below.
''Haah...'' U-557 exhaled heavily. ''Thanks...''
''You're welcome.'' Richelieu said softly, helping her up. ''Please, head inside – it's safer there, and I've packed some supplies too that you can use. U-522, U-101 and Albacore are already inside.''
U-557 tiredly nodded, awkwardly limping towards the unlocked door as best she could with cum dribbling down her inner-thighs – barely catching the murmured words that Richelieu spoke, her eyes locked onto the slowly-falling flares.
''Oh Lord... please, guide those left to salvation...''
Somehow, she didn't think the Iris God would be of much aid in this operation.
[END]
A/N: Next: Z1, Leipzig.