She'd heard once that the worst mistake you could make was banging your CO. Somehow, Melissa felt like exceptions could be allowed for hot Irish shark-women.
The sergeant practically pounced on Kerrigan - if she'd been standing, it would've been a tackle, but as it was she still forced the athleticly-built redhead hard against the floor. She didn't seem to mind, as her hands rocketed up, ripping her undergarments off with great urgency. She was strong, god, so much stronger than she looked, and it only drove Melissa even crazier.
Kissing her was like making out with a bear; she was primal, rough, animalistically aggressive with the way she drove her tongue into Melissa's mouth. She pushed back every bit as hard, the dance of tongues turning into a battle, a fight for dominance between two women rippling with raw physical power. She pinned the lieutenant down, arms held under her hands, legs wrapped around Kerrigan's, but the way she constantly writhed and struggled made it difficult to maintain.
The heat heaving in her chest only intensified as she heard the first cracks, the rippling of flesh. She didn't need to break away from the kiss and look down to know what was happening. The Irish bombshell's skin seemed to sizzle as it greyed out, her moans growing louder and louder beneath the sergeant. Her togue that had been so recklessly exploring Kerrigan's mouth leapt back, surprised at the sudden sharpness of her teeth, and she took the opportunity to push back. Newfound strength allowed her to roll over entirely, now laying atop Melissa and pinning her, though the enlisted woman's legs were still wrapped around her own transforming limbs.
She hadn't been lying about how it would feel. Against the skin of her legs, she could feel muscle shifting, merging, melting into other muscles as the mass of her now-fused limb rapidly increased. Every little flicker of flesh changing underneath her legs drew a new cry of excitement from Melissa; it was like she was being set on fire, over and over again, and she loved every second of it. The thought of the same thing happening to her own legs sent her eyes rolling back in her head, her alread-moist slit only growing damper as Kerrigan's ground against it.
The thought of that fleshy gray opening sent her mind spiraling, and she couldn't take it anymore. She broke the kiss, shoving Kerrigan off of her only long enough to be able to change position. A straightforward rotation, leaving her mouth poised right over Kerrigan's gray folds, and the shark-woman's own tongue licking at the air around her superheated entrance. She dropped down, lowering herself onto the excited probing of her CO, as she pressed her own mouth hard against the tough hide of the tail. More than once, she bit in, ravenously assaulting the area in every manner possible before plunging her tongue as deep as she could.
Kerrigan's mauling was no less animalistic, and in the heat of everything, she finally felt her body shudder with release, almost perfectly in sync with the same reaction from the redhead. Salty fluids flooded her mouth, and she eagerly drank them all up, swallowing without a second thought. The rippling feeling of pleasure seemed to carry on for an eternity, their mutual screams reverberating off the walls as one peak after another passed.
In the wake of the biggest release yet, her trembling body finally shook itself off of Kerrigan, reflexively curling up as she felt a pain riding alongside the wave of pleasure. The agony only seemed to enhance the feeling, streaking through her like bullets ripping through flesh as she felt muscles tense up. Her skin, god, her skin felt like it was melting, so burning hot and gray-
She had opened her eyes at the pain, but now she opened the black orbs even wider in shock at what she saw occurring. Her skin, previously olive in color, had taken on the same gray tone as Kerrigan's. She ran a hand over one arm, finding that clawed fingers now traced down the thick, leathery hide. Excitement welled up in her as she realized what this was, tongue pushing past sharpened teeth to lick her lips.
Her legs were boiling, and she instinctively forced them together, screaming in agonized relishment of the way her bones and muscles were melting into a soup. The glop of her lower body rapidly reformed, hardening into a long tail, rippling with muscle and writhing around, throwing its pectoral fin everywhere. Her clawed hands plunged into herself, their rapid and rough ministrations soon drawing out a final release that had her screeching at the top of her lungs.
Finally, exhausted, she rolled over, practically aglow in her new, sharky form. Her eyes trailed over to Kerrigan, staring awestruck, and she still could manage to force out a few flirtatious words. "You just gonna look... or are you gonna... come get your dessert?"
The redhead, however, seemed more concerned than aroused. "Lass... you're... Jesus Christ, you're a fuckin' volcano... but..." She shook her head. "This... this isn't supposed to happen... you haven't even gotten your injection..."
She quickly reverted to her human form, standing up and moving to pick up the exhausted sergeant in her arms. She had to admit, being carried by the near-amazonian woman was shockingly comfortable. "We've... we've gotta get you to doctor, lass, and fast."