The Grouper: Eaten Alive!

By Cryptozoic

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Will Amy, as she learns the ins and outs of predator-prey relations (mostly in it seems,) learn not to tease these ravenous carnivores with her hot, taut, delicious little body?

I’m guessing not!

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Eighteen-year-old Amy, fresh out of high school, wants to become a marine biologist more than anything. She lives in a tropical paradise with her own private beach and lagoon to explore.

She is intrigued with the large Goliath Groupers that can grow up to 10 feet long and weigh 900 pounds.

She is even more intrigued when she discovers during an encounter that these fish have features that aren’t Goliath. In fact, she realizes they are Goliand Groupers. A species of Grouper thought to be extinct for hundreds of thousands of years. The Goliands grew up to thirty feet long, or at least that was the fossil that had been found. She’s excited to realize they are living just beyond her lagoon!

Grouper’s mouths are as big around as half their body length. To feed, they simply open wide, creating a massive vacuum in the water. Any prey unlucky enough to be close is sucked in and swallowed alive.

For fish that massive, a four or five-foot meal is nothing. If they can get it in their mouth, it’s down the hatch. Like most ambush predators, their bellies and bodies can expand to handle prey even larger than themselves.

Goliath Groupers have been known to eat large sharks or attack divers. Her brother, a diver with the special forces, warned her to stay away from these monsters. It turns out the Goliand's behaviours are no different when a smaller one ambushes her and tries to eat her. She discovers a lifestyle that she can’t seem to resist. Can her friends save her from herself?

Human girls are not normally on the menu for these huge fish until a silly five-foot girl with tasty parts teaches them a new paradigm.

But gigantic carnivorous fish have hungry bellies to fill. Will Amy, as she learns the ins and outs of predator-prey relations (mostly in it seems), learn not to tease these ravenous creatures with her hot, taut, delicious little body?

I’m guessing not!

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This is a Crypto story. It's also a boxed set with books 1 & 2 included. The Grouper & The Hunt For Grandpa.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cryptozoic
• Release date: Oct 21, 2021
• ISBN: 9781777645717

Cryptozoic

About The Author: Writing about Cryptos is a new pursuit for me. I’ve written Romance, Sci-fi, Westerns, Horror and plain old Smut. Smut (erotica) is good; I like writing it. ? It’s kind of fun to free yourself from the shackles of society’s ideas of proper behaviour.But I also love Westerns and have produced several.To date (Sept 2021), in the last couple of years, I’ve enjoyed over 600,000+ readers, 19,000+ votes and 900+ comments. I love the feedback and the reader’s interest. Honestly, getting up in the morning and seeing the kind comments that have come in overnight...makes my day!Unfortunately, I feel mixing the Cryptos with my other stories would be too weird for some. Maybe I’m wrong, but it’s how I feel right now. Cryptozoic is a new pen name for me. I don’t intend to mix the two. Please don’t ask for my other Portfolio. As much as I’d love for you to read my other stories, I fully intend to keep the two apart for now.What are Cryptos? Cryptos are creatures that don’t exist. Therefore, whatever you do with them, including sex, breaks no laws. You can have Dwarves, Vampires, Sasquatch, Werewolves, Angels, Demons; the list is extensive. Even creatures that you make up as I did in The Grouper.These Crypto stories were started in 2018 for personal amusement. Like any writer, there are squirrels running around in my head, struggling to see the light of day. I had no intention of ever publishing these, but as the stories developed, I became intrigued. They were turning into real books with real stories.Feel free to reach out to me with any feedback, my website, email & Twitter addresses are on my website.I hope you enjoy the story.Cryptozoic © 2021

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The Grouper

"Author's Notes

All characters and creatures are over eighteen and fictional. Feel free to comment. Constructive feedback is always welcome publicly or privately."

Amy was excited. She ripped into a coveted eighteenth birthday present and held up an Artificial Gill. I thought these were still just a concept! she exclaimed, her shocked eyes taking in the new technology.

Her dad laughed. Apparently, they’re coming out soon, and they had the special forces testing them. Your brother was able to get one for you.

Her brother was a diver in the Navy Seals. The breathing gill, barely larger than a couple of chocolate bars together, was an artificial gill allowing divers to get air from seawater, just like the fish did. It was the ultimate in small, lightweight diving equipment.

What’s the small air bottle for?

Her dad replied, That’s another great improvement. I guess they sometimes get into areas where the water has a low oxygen content. The air bottle also has a built-in re-breather that will last for hours if the gill can’t function. He said you’d be okay in the lagoon because the water’s constantly refreshed with tidal currents. If it malfunctions or something else goes wrong, you’ve got a long-term emergency supply of air.

OMG, I’ve got to phone him and thank him.

Honey, he’s out! her dad said, their euphemism for him being on a classified assignment. Otherwise, you know he’d be here or calling on your birthday. You’ll have to leave him a message.

Growing up on the beach of a tropical paradise with their own private cove to swim in, Amy had come to love diving, snorkelling and exploring the underwater world more than anything.

She’d just graduated from high school and had a whole summer to enjoy herself before heading to university in the fall; she couldn’t wait to try the new equipment out. This eliminated all her bulky scuba tanks except for a small bottle. Yet it would allow her to stay underwater for as long as she liked, compared to the old re-breather limits of six hours or the scuba limits of under an hour. It turned out her scuba certification was good for the gill, so she was set to go.

The cove was protected by a reef with an entryway only big enough for a small boat to enter. There was little risk in allowing Amy to swim as long as she stayed in the lagoon. Although regulations required a buddy when diving, her parents were fine with her swimming alone because of the shallow water and lack of dangerous creatures. She could explore the reef on the lagoon side but had been warned about venturing through the gap out into deeper water. Some dangerous currents and creatures lurked just outside. Amy would spend hours in the gap holding on to the reef while the currents pulsed in and out, watching the groups of fish swimming around outside in the ocean. She wished she could swim out and explore but knew her parents would stop her from ever swimming alone again if she disobeyed.

She was a tiny little thing barely five feet tall, ‘C’ cup titties, a cute ass and weighed one hundred and ten pounds soaking wet. Her eyes were blue, hair was blond, and naturally curly when her hair dried. The promised growth spurt her parents kept telling her was coming had never materialized. Guys were constantly checking her out, so she knew she was considered good-looking, although that wasn’t important to her growing up. She’d far rather spend her time in the water than some useless shopping centre like all her giggly girlfriends seemed to want to do.

She loved it when her brother came home on leave. He would often take her outside the lagoon with their spearguns, and they could explore as far as their equipment would allow. Often they would spear a fish on the way back so that the family had a fresh seafood meal that night.

He had taken her out to the large coral heads that populated the bottom of the ocean. Many of these were thirty or forty feet high, and some were hundreds of feet around. Swarms of fish and eels hung around these small reefs where there were cracks and crevices all over, and the denizens could swim or hide from predators. It provided a colourful display that she could watch for hours.

He had even taken her close to the Goliath groupers. Groupers are large fish where most varieties grow to an average of three feet long. However, the Goliath Grouper can grow up to nine feet long and nine hundred pounds. There were rumours of bigger fish, especially back in the old days before they were overfished. Now protected, they are rebounding.

Groupers were known to attack divers, so he cautioned her to stay away from them. One day, the two witnessed Grandpa, the oldest and largest grouper there, swallow another grouper that had to be four feet long. Grandpa was probably a record size himself, maybe up to ten feet long, and they had watched as he easily swallowed the four-footer in one huge gulp. Groupers swallow their prey whole; they don’t bite or chew. They ambush with their enormous mouths by suddenly opening them, the vacuum sucking the unlucky prey inside, where it gets swallowed alive.

Her brother had warned her about staying away from the groupers if he wasn’t there. Given her tiny size, he worried that Grandpa might attack her. Even if the others attacked in a group, they could do her a lot of damage as they were known to do. After watching Grandpa swallow a fish almost as large as she was, she took his warnings seriously. There were also sharks out in the deeper water, another threat to divers.

Growing up playing in the waters of the cove all her life, she wanted to become a marine biologist more than anything in the world. She couldn’t imagine life without being able to explore marine life and the ocean. It called to her all the time; she even dreamed of the adventures she would have.

She was eager to spend the day checking out the reef with her new equipment. Because no one was home during the day and the cove was very private, she often went naked, not bothering with a bathing suit or wetsuit. She loved the feeling of freedom it gave her. She also didn’t bother using swim fins in the cove. Although it was a large area, she spent so much time exploring and swimming that she had given them up years ago. She preferred the slower speed because that took more time to explore, and it kept her ass and legs in great shape; she could swim for hours barefoot and not get tired.

She strapped on her new equipment, cleared out her mask and set out to spend the day enjoying her new freedom. She had never been able to spend the amount of time immersed underwater as her new Gill would allow. She was really looking forward to the experience.

She was swimming slowly along the wall of the reef when something snapped closed over her knee, surging her forward in the water. Twisting to look back, she was shocked to find a four-foot grouper had swallowed her leg up to her knee. She hadn’t even seen it coming. It was unusual to find one in the lagoon; they usually preferred deeper water. She tried to thrash her leg, hoping that it would let go, but the size and weight of the fish wouldn’t allow her to do that. She had to admire its ambition, trying to swallow something as large as she was. Or maybe it was just stupidity; after all, it was just a fish. Her thrashing simply caused the fish to open its mouth and clamp down a couple of inches higher on her thigh.

She couldn’t help giggling at the situation. She could just visualize a video of her with a huge fish attached to her leg. Talk about funny; YouTube would eat it up. But the fish exploring its newly caught prey quickly diverted her attention. The peculiar sensations of her leg being massaged in its throat while its tongue licked around her calf had her pussy tingling like mad.

Although groupers have some minor teeth, biting and tearing at their prey just isn’t something they do. Their huge lips are composed of a bony plate. They simply suck in and swallow prey whole, as this one was trying to do. She tried shaking her leg again, but the grouper stubbornly hung on. It was hard moving the fish around. Despite being buoyant, the fish had to weigh a good three hundred pounds, and moving her leg with it attached was difficult.

She bent down and tried pushing it off, but it clamped down tighter; she didn’t want what teeth it did have biting into her leg. The two drifted in the water as she considered her options. She didn’t want to hurt the fish, it wasn’t doing her any harm, but she needed to do something.

She felt her pussy moistening and starting to engorge. Being licked while her leg was warmly encased in the pulsing, gulping throat of the fish sent erotic sensations up her leg that ended where her little clitty lived. Now erect, it was sending her ‘look after me’ messages. Unbidden, one set of fingers found the stiff nub and started rubbing it, sending bolts of pleasure surging through her body while the other set of fingers found a nipple, tweaking it in response to the feelings flooding up from below.

She couldn’t believe it when she orgasmed, panting into her breather, the wonderful afterglow permeating her body. The two unlikely lovers drifted along in the water, the fish still trying to eat her leg. Her mind was overcome with disbelief, this novel experience bringing a whole new dimension to her swimming.

It finally occurred to her that groupers love crustaceans, and there were tons of tiny lobsters living in the cracks of the reef. She awkwardly paddled over and fished out a couple of baby lobsters and held them out to the fish. In a flash, it was off her and after the new prey. She watched it gulp them down and felt momentarily sorry for the lobsters, but that was life on the reef. Eat or be eaten.

She remembered a video she’d seen of divers tickling and blowing bubbles at groupers and how much the fish liked that. She wondered why she hadn’t thought of that first but shrugged it off. She set off exploring again, and the grouper swam alongside her.

Finally curious, she turned and was surprised when it allowed her to blow bubbles and run her hands over it. The fish shivered in delight when she tickled it, and she realized it was enjoying the sensations. As she ran her hands over the fish, she realized something was different. This wasn’t a Grouper. Or it was a grouper, but not the Goliath Grouper she thought it was.

There, right there, that hump caused by a bony protrusion on the spine. It was the remnants of shoulder bones before their ancestor’s legs had atrophied into fins when the animal had returned to the sea millennia ago. That shouldn’t be there. Goliath Groupers didn’t have that. There were other subtle differences too. The only Groupers with such protrusions and features were supposed to be extinct for hundreds of thousands of years. This had to be a Goliand Grouper, a prehistoric cousin of the Goliaths. A living fossil!

That was exciting. If she had indeed discovered a thriving population of the extinct Goliands, she’d be famous for her discovery before even hitting university.

Then a thought sobered her up.

Goliath Groupers grew to around eight to ten feet long. There were rumours of bigger fish; however, overfishing had decimated their numbers till they needed to be protected. They were still recovering.

They’d found skeletons of the prehistoric Goliand Groupers that were gigantic. Thirty feet was the record so far. No one knew if that was the maximum; it was just what had been discovered in the fossil records.

It gave her a whole new paradigm on Grandpa. If he was a Goliand too, he was a teenager, not the stately elder fish they thought he was. No, this one with her was the baby.

Stoked at her discovery, they swam together for a couple of hours, intertwining and rubbing their bodies against each other. Amy loved the feeling of the smooth fish scales sliding over her body while the fish enjoyed the stroking she was giving it with her fingers. Finally, she realized her pussy was engorged again, sending out signals of wanting another play session.

Idly, she pushed at his head with her foot. In a flash, he opened his mouth and engulfed her leg, this time getting well up her thigh before he clamped down. His tongue started laving at her calf and part of her thigh. Sensations blasted up her leg into her clitty as she gently rubbed at it, tweaking her nipples. Every time the fish licked at the back of her knee, the sensations were out of the world. It was like the nerves had a direct line to her clit. The two continued while they drifted to the bottom of the lagoon, and Amy played with her pleasure button. The Goliand took additional gulps every so often, moving up from her thigh until his bony lips were nosing into her slit. She could feel her leg hanging right down the fish’s throat.

She finally got serious and put some pressure on her nub, sending herself into orbit, her cunt spasming in orgasm. The two lay locked together on the sandy bottom, Amy sated by the massive pleasure.

Relaxed, she laid on the bottom, staring up at the wavering intersection of the sky and water thirty feet over her head, enjoying the orgasmic afterglow. She couldn’t believe what she had learned today. Never had her swimming been so much fun. It was like she now lived underwater. Amy ‘the fish’ she giggled. She waved her leg around with difficulty, the Goliand still firmly attached and obviously not giving up on his plans of eating her.

But the determined fish wasn’t finished. He tried pushing higher a couple of times but kept bumping into her crotch. With her other leg outside, he was stymied. Finally, Amy took pity on him and used her hand to pull her other leg back beside her head. The fish immediately took advantage, pushing higher until his lips passed over her ass, getting part of her groin inside his mouth.

Where he found her secret sweet spot!

His tongue slid over her hot, wet pussy, his senses suddenly jolted by the taste of something new.

Groupers suck their prey in