Chapter 1: Jaws of Lust
-Port Clovis, Southern United States-
It'd been a few years since the hit show "Maneater" had wrapped up its runtime, and in addition to that, the giant shark itself had also seemingly disappeared after the explosion that had seemingly killed her.
Now, Port Clovis was back to normal, and it seemed to be on track to remain that way for a good long while.
Well, at least–that's what they hoped.
Right now though, a young man–probably around twenty one or so–was sitting down at a restaurant in Golden Shores, having what looked to be an aperol spritz from a Tuscan restaurant in the area called "Nero's Palace".
The entrée he was having with this drink was a veal carbonara with rustic red sauce and Parmigiano cheese.
The young man was about average height with a fairly average build as well, brown/auburn hair and brown eyes with Caucasian skin dotted with freckles. He was wearing a pair of khaki cargo pants, a red Hawaiian shirt that harkened to Magnum PI, a JAWS T-shirt, and a pair of Maneater brand High Tops.
Sitting across from him were two women, one of which being garbed in strange clothing.
One was a caucasian skinned brunette dressed in all gray clothing with a green NWO cap. She also had green eyes, an hourglass figure and a C-cup rack.
The other was a caucasian skinned ravenette in more casual clothes consisting of a light green shirt, blue jeans, and brown shoes. She had blue eyes, a seemingly modest figure and also had a C-cup rack. One notable feature would be the partch on her arm that said SCP on it.
"Care to explain who you two are and why you want a word with me?" The man questioned as he took a bite of his food.
"We can, if you're willing to sit and listen to what we have to say, Mr. Westhaven." The blonde replied, causing him to pause since he never gave his name.
"Hang on. How do you know my name?" He questioned.
"Oh, we Googled you after your father closed out the Maneater TV show." The brunette replied.
"Fine then. Who am I talking to?" The Westhaven man questioned. "Also, call me Steven." He added.
"I am Jezebel Stillwater of the SCP council, and this is my associate, NWO head of personal correspondence Branwen Holly." The blonde explained. "I'm sure you've heard of our organizations before." She continued.
"The NWO, sure. SCP? Not so much." Steven replied with a shake of his head.
"Well then allow me to enlighten you." Jezebel told him. "The SCP is an organization that deals in anomalies. Things that go bump in the night: Monsters, aliens, elder gods, cursed artifacts, multiversal beings, timelines and cataclysms. Things like that." She continued, taking a sip of a mug of coffee. "Our job is to find, contain, examine and/or destroy these anomalies depending on their threat level and properties."
"Why are you telling me this?" Steven questioned with a confused frown.
"Because we want you to help us find and contain the Maneater." Branwen replied. The man was about to speak, but the brown haired woman continued. "Before you say anything, we don't think that a shark like that is going to just die because of one giant explosion. We think she's still out there, licking her wounds before she gets her second wind." She stated.
"Why do you care though?" Steven questioned. "If you watched the show, you'd know that the Maneater was just a woman scorned looking for revenge, and with Scaly Pete gone, there's no reason for her to attack people anymore." He continued. "Looking for her now is just poking the proverbial shark with a harpoon–you'll be antagonizing her towards retaliation." He added.
"While we want to say that's true, it's just a matter of time before some dumbass finds her and attacks her instead." Branwen stated.
"Which is why we want the Maneater contained–not to antagonize her–but for her protection." Jezebel added. "Plus, the evolutions she displayed have caught the Foundation's eye. We're curious about the full extent of it." She added.
"She won't like being experimented on, just gonna say that right now." The young man stated.
"We'll just limit it to blood exams." The ravenette shrugged. "So, are you willing to help?" She asked.
"I made myself promise not to go down the rabbit hole my dad did…" Steven sighed. "But, if you guys really think I'd be making things better, then I'll help." He said.
"Good to hear." The SCP woman nodded. "I'll get you in touch with a team so you can hunt down the Maneater. Do you have any places that you can begin your search in?" She questioned.
"The grottos all over Port Clovis seem like a good start." Steven replied with a nod.
"I'll get you some gear for the job." Branwen said as she got a list of needed gear together.
(Elsewhere)
-Fawtick Bayou, Port Clovis-
In the Fawtick Bayou Grotto, a massive forty-five meter Bull Shark swam around in it to stretch her body as she slowly began to feel herself healing from the explosion that just nearly killed her.
She was colored like most Bull Sharks, but she had a nasty looking scar on her right flank and an equally nasty looking burn scar on the left side of her face, her left eye also being useless.
This was the Maneater of Port Clovis, and she was finally able to stop and rest after her close to three, possibly four or five month quest for vengeance.
However, as she floated in silence in the murky waters of her Bayou birth home–her mind soon drifted to thoughts of Kyle LeBlanc, the boy who she caused to die–a boy who was by and large innocent of the crimes of his father… and she soon felt herself become wracked with guilt.
She had killed someone who had done her no wrong, all because she lost herself in her vengeful rage… Was this all that she would be? Just some crazed monster?
And what's worse, she'd done what Pete did to her… and it made a taste like bile rise to the back of her mouth–it disgusted her.
Hours passed, and she still sat in her grotto, stewing in her grief, relief, satisfaction, and guilt–until her complex emotions were interrupted by a single sound, a sound she thought she'd never hear again.
Bum bum bum, Bum bum bum…
The telltale sounds of her mother's heartbeat. But… That wasn't possible. She was dead, and had no way of surviving what Pete did to her. So.. how was she hearing her mother's heartbeat?
Knowing this would bother her if she ignored it, the giant sea wolf followed the noise to the source.
Swimming out of her grotto, she slowly made her way through the waters of Fawtick Bayou–passing several Alligators along the way–until she reached a large metal gate, which was open.
It was Pete's old Sanctuary, and the beating of her mother's heart was coming from inside. Loud and clear.
Letting out a low growl, she started swimming into the Sanctuary, to investigate.
(Elsewhere)
"Is there something wrong, Mr. Westhaven?" Jezebel questioned as Steven stood in front of a large tank of water that the Foundation had set up.
"Please, Mr. Westhaven is my father, I already told you to call me Steven." He told her as he watched what was inside the tank swim around–a large adult female Bull Shark. More specifically… The Maneater's mother. Or rather, a clone of her.
"So? What do you think of this so far?" Branwen asked.
"What do I think? I think it's unethical, manipulative, and not to mention like you're playing god." Steven said, referring to the cloned shark.
"We decided this clone would be an asset to lure the Maneater out of hiding. You can be as disdainful as you want, but in the end, it was a useful clone." The ravenette shrugged. The Foundation did numerous questionable things, and this was no different.
"Still doesn't make me feel any better." The man groaned. Several minutes later, their platform boat suddenly lurched forward as something slammed into it. Something big. "What the hell?!" Steven shouted as he regained his footing.
"Looks like the Maneater is coming out to play." Jezebel noted as she steadied herself.
"And we just pissed her off." Steven growled as he held on, and immediately backed away from the railing as he saw the shark's dorsal fin–right before she vaulted herself onto the boat. "WHOA!" He shouted as he stumbled back. 'Holy crap, she looks way more intimidating up close!' He thought with wide eyes. The Maneater growled as she lunged forward, trying to eat him as he backed away as fast as he could.
The giant shark was pissed! How dare these humans use what she was pretty sure was a duplicate of her mother to lure her in for a trap! There would be CONSEQUENCES!
"Men! Sedation darts, fire!" Jezebel ordered several agents in full body armor and high power dart guns at the ready.
They all proceeded to fire several knockout darts into the Mega Shark's body, which caused the hulking fish to hiss from the feeling. After a few minutes of struggling, the shark slumped back into the water, out cold.
"That was… Way closer than I'd like." Steven breathed as he tried to calm his racing heart while the agents worked to get the Maneater contained.
"My apologies for that, but the SCP Foundation does this regularly." The ravenette stated. "That being said, we could use a handler for the sharks, if you're willing to take the job." She added, making the offer.
Steven looked at the unconscious mega shark, and the older shark clone–who seemed concerned for the younger of the two–and began debating with himself on if he should do this thing.
Sure, it would mean he would be able to keep a close eye on the Maneater, on one hand. On the other hand, however, he'd more than likely have to see and do things that would make him feel sick to his stomach and challenge his morals. It was a tough call. In the end…
"Alright. I'll do it." He nodded as he reached his final decision.
"Very well then." Jezebel nodded as she turned to her men. "Alright men, load up!" She ordered, turning back to Steven briefly. "We're headed back to Site P."
"YES MA'AM!" The men exclaimed as they started rushing around, the boat's engines roaring to life.
(Later)
"I guess Site P is where I'm going to be working?" Steven guessed.
"Correct. We need to keep the Maneater and her mother's clone close to the sea, so an island facility is the best option." The Foundation woman nodded.
"Okay, then. How long until we get there?" He questioned once more.
"About five hours, so you might want to get comfy." Jezebel replied as they started making their way out of the bayou.
(Timeskip)
-Site P, just off Port Clovis' coast-
Black eyes slowly opened as the Maneater slowly woke up in the middle of a foreign looking tank similar to the one that she fought the Apex Orca in at Sapphire Bay… and saw the double of her mother in the same tank, circling the glass. Where were they?
Then the memories came back, the ones of her being ambushed and knocked out by humans. That made her feel a little bitter… But then she also remembered what she did to Kyle. Maybe… Maybe this is what she needed.
As she kept thinking, she started to swim in order to stretch her muscles. Outside of the tank, Steven stood behind an underwater observation window looking at the Maneater swimming around with her mother's clone.
"Better let 'em know that she's awake." He said to himself as he picked up a phone.
However, as he leaned on a rail while dialing on his phone, he accidentally bumped something with his elbow when it involuntarily spasmed, causing a canister of glowing green liquid marked "Radioactive" to fall off. "Shit!" He hissed as he rubbed his elbow.
He then noticed the canister roll along the floor and down a ramp before falling through the open hatch and into the tank and finally landing at the bottom of it. "... Double shit." Was his flat statement. He had seen a note that the hatch and ramp leading into the tank was intended to allow food and test subjects to be sent into the tank, and he frankly didn't know why it was open when he got here.
Hearing something fall into the water and land at the bottom of their tank, the two sharks turned their attention to the canister and swam right towards it, thinking it was food. The Maneater got to it first and ripped it open before downing half the contents while her mother's clone downed the other half.
That would be the result of a rather interesting development as the two of them began groaning as they felt their bodies change, taking on a more humanoid shape. After a minute of mutating, the process concluded.
"Oh fuck me…" Steven said as he watched the two new figures in the tank start swimming around–right as Jezebel finally picked up.
"Hello, Steven. Is the Maneater awake for evaluation?" She questioned.
"She is, but I also have some bad news." The man replied. "Right as I was waiting for you to pick up, I had an involuntary spasm in my elbow that knocked a canister of radioactive material into the tank, and both sharks ate it." He explained. "Which also begs the question: Why the hell was it even here to begin with?" He questioned.
"... I don't know, actually." The woman replied after a moment of thought. "That aside though, what side effects are the sharks experiencing?" She questioned.
"Both of them are humanoid, now. In the shape of women." Steven replied with a small blush as he looked at the two sharks. "And… They're kinda beautiful, too." He added.
"... Remain there. I'll be there with some personnel shortly." The black haired woman told him as Steven looked at the shark women.
"Right…" He nodded.
(Later)
"See what I mean about their appearances?" The man asked as they looked at the two occupants of the giant tank.
The Maneater looked like a bombshell of a woman. She appeared to be 5'7", had blue skin with the skin of her front being pale white, an hourglass figure, short blue hair, gills on her neck, golden eyes and EE-cup breasts along with a heart shaped ass. She still had her shark tail while her hands and feet were webbed to allow her to swim better. The scars she had gotten from her previous encounters with Scaly Pete were still present on her person.
Her mother's clone was a similar case. She was a bit taller at 5'9", had a killer MILF body with an hourglass figure, the same skin tone as her daughter, blood red hair like that of Black Widow, green eyes, gills on her neck and G-cup breasts with a peach shaped ass. She too had kept her shark tail and acquired webbed hands and feet.
"This will be a nightmare to explain to the other members of the council…" The ravenette said as she looked at the two shark women.
"Silver lining: at least it'll be easier to communicate with them now." Branwen noted.
"She's not wrong, though that's assuming they can talk like us." Steven nodded. As the three were conversing, the two shark women were looking at them, before they turned to each other–and embraced.
Because, as it turned out, the clone of the mother shark actually had the same memories of her original. Meaning she remembered her offspring and knew her immediately.
Mother and daughter were truly reunited.
"Now that we have them contained, I've already taken the liberty of giving them their designations." Jezebel stated. "SCP-1319 and SCP-1319-1. Or more simply: Scylla and Charybdis." She continued.
"Greek names, huh? I like 'em." Steven nodded.
"Beautiful, but deadly if gotten too close to." The woman nodded as she walked up to the glass, where the two shark women swam to meet her–and glared at her.
"Euclid class, I'm guessing?" Branwen inquired.
"Correct." The O-5 councilwoman nodded. The two shark women turned their gazes to Steven… and became surprisingly flustered before they swam off.
"... What just happened?" The man asked, blinking owlishly.
"I think we just found a good candidate for their supervisor." The councilwoman grinned with a knowing look in her eyes.
"They did have a pretty good reaction to you." The other woman nodded with a smirk as she looked at Steven, who looked at them flatly.
"Am I looking over two SCPs, or are you two trying to get me a pair of girlfriends?" He deadpanned, causing them to let out barks of laughter.
"That's for you and your charges to decide, Steven." Jezebel stated as the two walked away, leaving the boy alone with the two women in the tank. The man looked at his new charges as they swam around in their tank idly, occasionally stopping by his observation window to look at him before swimming off shyly.
"... Well, looks like my life has taken a new turn." He said to himself as he sat in a chair and enjoyed the company of the two SCP gals he was now in charge of watching over.
(Later)
Hours later, Steven dozed off in the chair he had sat in, and as he woke up, he felt something sitting in his lap.
Blinking away his grogginess, he looked and was surprised to see Scylla napping in his lap with a content smile on her face. This made the man blush profusely since he had a very nude woman sitting in his lap and he could feel how developed she was… But at the same time, he couldn't help but enjoy it.
Seconds later, he felt two more arms wrapping his neck, which was then followed by red hair falling onto his face. It was Charybdis, and she was smiling at him with her plump and succulent looking lips.
Steven was completely speechless at what was happening to him, and as if sensing that, the red haired shark MILF decided to take advantage of that and kiss him on the lips.
This stunned him even further as Scylla stirred and woke up before seeing what was happening and decided to join in and make it a three way kiss. Poor Steven's brain was a total mess because of this unexpected show of affection. Seriously, Scylla was trying to kill him not long ago, and now she was smitten with him along with her mother! What was his life?!
Then they pulled back, Charybdis getting in his lap and hugging him, as if she was wordlessly trying to thank him.
That made things click in the man's head, they weren't necessarily smitten with him, they were just saying thank you for helping them… while also seemingly becoming fond of him at the same time.
"You girls sure are grateful, aren't you?" He asked, getting nods in response. "Well, you're welcome, but… What's with the lovey stuff?" He questioned, understandably confused and also surprised that they could understand him.
"We trust you enough to be like this." Scylla replied, her voice sounding illegally angelic. So much that Steven's heart skipped a beat when he heard it.
"And you've earned our affection." Charybdis added with a sigh, her voice reminding the man of his own mother when he was younger. It was one of love and care.
"... Uh, Okay…" The boy said as the two continued to cuddle him in his lap, before the smell of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies hit the noses of the trio–and caused them to notice that it was coming their way. A moment later, the door opened and a man in a lab coat walked in before pausing at the peculiar scene in front of him, a plate of what the trio was smelling in his hand.
"... I'll just put this on your desk and go." He said before doing just that and leaving them alone. Steven and his charges all looked at the plate of cookies before looking at each other.
"... You two hungry?" He asked after a moment. A pair of grumbling stomachs was the only reply he got as they all got to their feet. The man picked up two cookies and presented them to the girls, who accepted them and sniffed them before taking a bite. The second the chocolate hit their taste buds, they moaned in pure delight as they ate the rest with obvious glee. Steven made sure to write down that they were able to eat human food now on a notepad.
"Should probably consider giving you guys different diet options so we can figure… out… your… preferences…" The man noted while eating a cookie, before he looked over his notepad and noticed that there were two brown orbs surrounded by orange staring right at him.
"Crrrrooooee!" The orange mass chirped from its spot behind the pile of cookies, holding up a large glass of milk in its two small gelatinous arms. Steven couldn't help but chuckle as he accepted the glass and took a cookie of his own before dipping it in the milk as the orange creature proceeded to eat a cookie of its own.
"Thanks, little guy." He smiled as he put a straw in the glass and let the creature drink from it. "Here you go." He added as the little one sipped the beverage happily.
"Who is that, anyway?" The mutated Maeater wondered as she looked at the orange sweetie with a smile.
"I'm not sure, but I already like him." Her mother commented with her own smile.
"That." The voice of Branwen said as she walked into the room. "Would be SCP-999, also known as the Tickle Monster." She continued as she walked up to the orange blob and picked it up, causing it to start purring like a baby in its mother's arms. "Don't worry, he's totally harmless. In fact, he's one of the SCPs that actively tries to help and make people happy." She added.
"He sounds like the Foundation's favorite SCP." Steven remarked as Scylla reached a hand out to touch the little orange blob, and was rewarded with him surging up her arm and reaching the rest of her body before he started tickling her, causing her to laugh as she fell to the ground.
"You are far from wrong." Branwen nodded with a smile before she moved next to him. "Think Scylla has any PTSD?" She whispered into his ear.
"No doubts about it. You don't live her life or her mom's without getting it." Steven whispered back, referring to Charybdis' death at Scaly Pete's hands in her previous life. "Which is why I recommend these two having sessions with 999 to get over that." He added.
"Good idea, there's also a couple more SCPs that could help, but that can wait until later." The woman nodded as she slowly separated 999 and Scylla. "Come on little guy, better get going before you make Scylla laugh herself to death." She told him, booping him on the nose. "Besides, it's your nap time, anyway." She added as she carried him away over her shoulder like a baby.
999, meanwhile, still seemed content, if a little dismayed that he had to leave so soon. But he did wave goodbye to his new friends, which made all of them smile still–so it wasn't all bad. It was at that moment that Steven got another call, prompting him to pick up the phone.
"I forgot to mention, there's also a bed in your little observation booth so you can stay close to your 's also a bathroom complete with a shower in case you feel the need to keep yourself freshened up without swimming with Scylla and Charybdis." Jezebel explained. "... Unless you feel like skinny dipping with them." She added quickly before hanging up so he couldn't say anything, leaving him feeling flustered by what she just said.
The two SCP sharks, meanwhile, heard what the woman said with their keen ears and blushed profusely at the image of the three of them swimming together.
The two quickly covered their faces to hide their blushes, but peeked through their fingers seconds later. Just because they were flustered didn't mean they didn't like the idea of having him swim with them, however. If anything, they welcomed it.
"Well that's… certainly convenient." The man noted before he got a text from Branwen asking if he'd like his things to be shipped to the facility, to which he replied yes. "So… You girls wanna do anything in particular?" He asked the two still currently naked shark women.
He made a mental note to get them some water appropriate clothes later.
"... Can we cuddle for a while?" Scylla offered shyly. Steven looked around his office for the bed that he was told about before he found it and set it up on the floor.
"Come here." He beckoned the two bashful shark gals, who proceeded to lay down with him and enjoy his warmth. Steven had to wonder how these two were Euclid class and not Safe class with how they behaved.
Though then he recalled how they acted around people they didn't like and concluded that they probably shouldn't be around other people without him around, just to be safe.
As the three continued to lie in bed, Charybdis got on top of Steven and started getting him undressed, tossing his clothes on the floor and leaving him in his boxers while Scylla got them under the covers.
"May we get a kiss goodnight, Steven?" The MILF asked as she hugged him from the front while Scylla hugged him from behind. Both their tails coiled together and with Steven sandwiched between their voluptuous bodies like a slice of pastrami on an Italian sandwich.
"Sure, you two." He smiled before he gave each of them a kiss on the lips. When that was done, the three of them slowly fell asleep from the long day they all had. The lights went out soon after.
(Elsewhere)
And in a secondary observation room, Jezebel was on a conference call with the rest of the SCP council. The topic of discussion? The possible use of Steven, Scylla and Charybdis as progenitors of an army of Anomaly hunters and guardians.
"While I can see the perks of such an idea, are you certain it would be wise to commit to it?" One of the council members questioned with a female voice.
"It has significant advantages. If the children they have are anything like their mothers, then they will be virtually unrivaled hunters." A male council member spoke, his voice deeper than Darth Vader's voice modulator. The notable thing about him was the glowing red and blue tubes on his person that fed into a mask on his face.
"Perhaps even able to subdue anomalies such as 682, if such a child could be born from the proposed pairing." A third modulated voice stated, this one sounding similar to Carrie Fisher.
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves. They only just got here today, so it's too early for them to even think about having children." A fourth voice stated, sounding like a British woman. "And it's undoubtedly far too soon to see if their children will be able to subdue 682, of all creatures." She added.
"I concur. I vote that we put this topic on hold for the time being and return to it at a later date." A fifth male voice commented.
"That is, assuming that these two females are willing to wait much longer." Jezebel noted idly as the call ended. She then turned back towards the three sleeping figures and her face grew a considerable devilish smile. "After all, if there's one feeling that human and animal instincts have the hardest time controlling above all others–it's their own lust." She added before she closed her blinds, and left her office behind for the day.
The future truly was a mystery with these sorts of things, wasn't it?
Dragon Emperor0: Glad to see you're picking up another Maneater story ThermalsniperN7. This game seriously does not get enough attention.
ThermalsniperN7: Yeah, and that's kinda disappointing. It's so fun and hard to get out of your head. But yeah, this is yet another Maneater story, this time crossing over with the SCP Foundation Mythos. There's so much to do with this one, and so many anomalies to have fun with. You guys have already seen the cuteness that is SCP-999.
Dragon Emperor0: And depending on how things go, we could have Scylla in particular face off against the more dangerous SCPs. That would be pretty wild.
ThermalsniperN7: SCPs like the Plague Doctor and maybe even Able. So many ideas and opportunities. Anyway, see you next time!