Muscular Sharkgirl Conquerors

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>NiceDaemonite

>>30838350
>Wait, who is sending Murderhobo's to whom again?

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Implying after years of training their bodies and minds to perfection with rigorous strength and endurance training and teachings by the masters of old on important subjects such as tactics, culture, and how to lead her family that the women of the great Carcharhineese army could ever be described as "murderhobos".

Sure the standards had to be lowered a bit to deal with the influx of volunteers once word got out that those who participated in the pacification (should it be necessary of course) would be allowed to claim land and a husband captured during the campaign, but to call them "murderhobos", now that's just rude and further evidence of your uncivilized nature and how you need us to come and teach you right thinking ways.
Now let us continue this charade, you probably have more “examples” of land dweller “civilization” to prove that all this is unnecessary. I’m sure you thought that military parade impressive but from what I've seen your “nation” couldn't even slow us down with your little army of men (ha...men in the army, really?), so what do you think your group of “adventures” could do tiny man?

Don’t feel too bad, we are not unkind rulers and I’m sure once taught the proper way to live your people will not be unhappy, we will find a place for everyone. In fact, I think I may already know your place but just to sure what is your current caste? ...Fighter? Hahaha, really? Take this and keep it with you, it marks you as mine. I grow tired of having to petition for a visit from an administrator when I want a child and marriage between castes have been permitted, so rejoice for you have caught my eye, sure you're a little slow witted and have an unusual amount of muscle for a man but I've always preferred my men feminine, it shouldn't take too long to disabuse you of your fanciful notions of “adventuring” or teach you how to properly serve your me.

>>30840674
>YES MISTRESS!!!
>I for one welcome our new Shark Girl Overlords!

For the first time since you met her, the general’s face expresses something other than bored disdain as the barest hint of a slight smirk graces her face “So it seems even with your crude manners you do know your place. Then let this be your first lesson, you will refer to me as Madam or one above your station as Overlady or just Lady” And with that she turns and leaves, the dismissal of you and this pathetic tour obvious.
Not an hour after she returned to her troops did the attack begin. The war, if you could call it that, seemed instantaneous, and resistance useless. The next time you saw her you were in the front of the crowd to the signing of the terms of surrender. The ink was not even dry when she approached you and without a word or sign of exertion picked you up one handed and carried you off to her current domicile. What followed was a blur of ceremony, tutors, lessons, and chastisements as you struggle to learn all that your wife wishes you to know. By the time you get your bearings a proper dwelling has been built.
Your room is in the wing opposite from your wife’s, you are only allowed to leave when she sends for you. The servant girls never speak nor acknowledge you as is proper for those of their low station, simply insuring your needs are met as they go about their duties.
At first you are brought out often to be shown off, but lack of familiarity with the necessary etiquette means your wife quickly orders you to speak only when spoken to. You broke that rule once, but that night she reminded you just how big a difference in strength there is between the two of you, you weren't let out again until the bruises healed. You tried your best, but it seems even the intricacies of proper dining or dress is beyond you and to save face she forbids you from leaving your room.
You contemplate escape sometimes, but when even the weakest of the servant girls can overpower you, what hope you have of getting past two guards outside your door? So this is your life now, with your one respite from boredom your sole remaining husbandly duty. Most of the time it's servants who have petition your wife for motherhood but once every year your wife comes in. They leave shortly after you finish, the task completed without them uttering a word. You sire many daughters and a few sons. You never know them, they never know you, not even your name,  the Carcharhineese only track matriarchal lineage.
Your world is not unchanging though, as time goes on your room becomes more ornate and occasionally you move to a new house, quickly being ushered into a windowless carriage and just as quickly being removed when you reach your destination. This is not the only change to your world, it seems the female Carcharhineese, like their non-anthropomorphic counterparts, never stop growing, with each visit your wife is slightly bigger and your bruises and aches slightly more painful.

Bad end:

Your final dwelling had a really luxury, a window, it seems your final move has been to the capital and your room had been enchanted to keep the water out. You don't care, for the first time in many years you can see the outside world.
The last time you saw your wife she was massive, where she once was a head above you, she now towered over you. You felt like a child, your head only coming up to her waist as for the first time in years she spoke to you. It seems that while you've been kept in your room, she's had a successful campaign conquering most of the continent and with victory brought great honor and an increase in standing. The Emperor himself wanted to meet her and later asked her to marry him but to divorce you would bring dishonor to her. She asks you to lie with her, when you finish, she squeezes, you break. There is no funeral, marriage to the emperor is retroactive, all records of former husbands are destroyed.
It was not the last time she saw you though, the day before her wedding she had her personal chefs fix a rare delicacy. You were barely two mouthfuls.

Good end:

Your penultimate dwelling had some new luxuries, it seems it has been layered with enough domestic enchantments that your upkeep no longer requires servants, they still come to you when it is time to sire children. Until one day, they stop. You don’t know how long you were alone, you were never permitted any sort of clocks and with no windows day and night were meaningless in here. The next time you saw someone it was your wife and she was massive, where she once was a head above you, she now towered over you. You felt like a child, your head only coming up to her waist as for the first time in years she spoke to you. It seems that while you've been kept in your room, she's had a successful campaign conquering most of the continent and with victory brought great honor and an increase in standing. The Emperor himself wanted to meet her so she moved back to the capitol and later asked her to marry him but to divorce you would bring dishonor to her. She asks you to lie with her, when you finish, she squeezes, you black out. When you awaken you find yourself in an enclosed space, trying the sides you find one that opens.
The first thing you notice is that if you thought your room was opulent then this one makes yours look like a hovel. The next thing you notices that everything is wet, as if the room has just recently been drained of water, including your wife and what appears to be a male Carcharhinian. The two are in the midst of intercourse, with him even smaller than you, you wonder how she does not crush him. He sees you and manages to get out a “Who are..” before a quick bite from your wife silences him for good, the second and third leaves no evidence of the deed except for blood splatter.
After the rather brutal reminder of her predatory nature you can't help but freeze up as she approaches you. Your fears seem unfounded as she simply lifts you up and climbs into a large basin placing you on top of her as it fills up. Her instructions are simple “Wash me”.  You spend hours cleaning every inch, every curve of that massive body, getting to know if from angles you've never seen in all the time you’ve spent pinned beneath it. Just when it seems you are done she orders you to spend more time on a few specific areas. Though given her satisfied moans you have a hunch it's not about cleanliness. In time, she begins to speak “You’re dead” she said “An overeager servant girl crushed you accidentally or at least that's what I’ve told everyone”, “Now that I am here to relay his edicts, my husband, the Emperor does not wish to leave his room is another thing I shall tell them, and now that I am clean the scent of his blood on me will not reveal that lie.”
Your life changes that day, having reached the top your wife no longer feels the need to further her station. She now spends time to relax and you are her favorite method to do so. There are other benefits for you as well, seems there was some truth to the whole royal family being divinity thing, even if it's only due to the adoration of their people granting them godhood. Unfortunately being an imposter emperor, you only get the barest amounts of it, but it's enough to keep your wife from crushing you in the throes of passion. you're quite thankful for that she keeps getting bigger (and bigger…). It's actually major a problem, you’ve had to creative just to keep her satisfied.
Last night you were worried you may have run out of ideas (or perhaps she finally just got too big). This morning you found out she had a solution when she cast grease and pushed you in her. Tonight she's going to give you a rather long lecture on why it's important for you to not squirm in there while she is talking to her subjects. You’ll spend most of tomorrow and every day after that in there, your new home keeping you with her always, pleasuring her on cue and having the favor returned when she gets some alone time.