Absentmindedly, she was reminiscing about her self-ministrations earlier that day, rubbing her crotch against the waxy surface of the board through her cute black bikini bottom.
“Uh, Yeah” she grunted as she rubbed the right spot. It could be boring waiting for the right wave… but she knew some good ways , and kinky thoughts to make the time pass more quickly. Daniela bit her lip hard and closed her eyes half-lidded as she began to rock her body harder, grinding into the flat fibreglass . In her mind, she was already doing the hunky lifeguard she’d given her number to earlier that day. She’d written it in permanent marked all up his leg, and when she found she’d run out of room to finish.. She continued writing it up into his swimwear. It’d be hard for him to read the last digits… but she was confident he’d try every combination just to try to reach her again.

In her fantasy, he was driving his formidable member into her, holding her tightly against his chest. It felt fantastic. A little drool leaked out her lips as she moaned to him in real life.
“Uuunnnng,…. Harder… I’m…. almost there.”
And he shoots out his seed into her…. And she climaxes for real in that moment, shaking and clenching the board as if for dear life

Breathing heavily, she looks down at the board, and finds a wet little puddle between her legs, that she’s sure has nothing to do with the ocean around her. She’d always found it a little embarrassing that she was a squirter.

Almost as soon as she was done, she caught sight of what she’d been chasing. What looked to be the perfect beginnings of a radical wave. Daniela hopped off the board, so she could reposition herself, and push her torso into a more comfortable position to begin kicking to make up the speed she’d need to get on it.

Treading water, she waited for the best moment to begin… all her attention on the wave, and none of it where it really mattered, on the dark outline below her, that was rapidly becoming larger.

She felt it first before she saw it. Something slimy brushed against her leg. It felt long and stretchy, like some kind of squid tentacle wrapped around her leg. Daniela was almost excited at first. Giant Squid were always a tough wrestle… and Calamari tasted great, and could feed an entire party. She thought that it was gonna be a party pleaser. There was something about a vigorous fight with marine life, (where of course, she came out on top) that got her blood pumping. It was something animalistic in her, a primal urge to hunt and bring home the kill, that millions of years of evolution still hadn’t bred out of her completely.

But as she looked under the rippling blue surface, she realised that she’d never seen the taxonomy of a creature quite like she was looking at. It was a completely foreign entity to her. For the entirety of her 26 years of life, Daniela had lived and breathed the ocean. It was in her blood, a living part of her. She’d seen, hunted, and eaten almost every kind of sea creature delicacy available in its abundant waters. But this was new…. and big.

An Ancient part of her soul sank into her gut, and the poor girl experienced something that was almost as foreign to her as the creature wrapped around her leg: Fear.
This was something from the deep parts of the world, where the light failed, and even Shark people didn’t return from diving. A place where the creatures grew strange and ravenous. This monstrosity came from a horror world below where everything was on the menu… even cute Shark girls like Daniela

For a desperate moment, she clutches to her surfboard in the cold water, before the large Pelican Eel pulls her struggling form underneath with a frantic splashing. The Eel’s tail thrashes and releases Daniela as it flows through the sea, opening its impossibly wide maw to try to eat her. The jaw stretches to four times the size of the creature as it opens to accommodate Daniela Shepard’s squaline curves.

The underwater world spirals as Daniela is thrown around like a wet rag doll. She tries to catch her breath, but just takes in a large mouthful of saline water. Bubbles rise from her mouth as she chokes on it, Her gills pump it out, but already there is water in her lungs, making it tough to breathe and fight off the deep sea predator intent on making her its lunch.