I'm a Stingray?

Before they knew it, Tim's bull like charge struck right against the boss fish, his jaws sinking somewhere extcruiatenly painful.

The young stingray hung right on the tiger grouper's... eye! The only functioning one even!

It took a moment to realise what happened, but the boss did feel a bit of pain somewhere on his head. Although in the first few seconds uncertain, the enemy realized what had happened once he tried to grasp a better vision of where the young assassin went.

That was the problem, he couldn't see anything. Being rendered completely blind wasn't something on fat cow's wish list for today, the prime goal was enslaving everyone.

Hollering became the prime way of reaction and rage fueled it, the thought of revenge as a base, it's seed already planted and a sampling poking its head. "That son of a bitch!"

Through the holler, he felt a sharp pain in his lower area, which forced him to yell. "By the love of all fish kind!"

Swimming away after landing a successful blow on the crotch, the agile stingray muttered. "That's what you get for enslaving children."

In the meantime he heard the dungeness crabs screaming something in their own language, their pointy claws raised up, as if cheering. "Aragadagadagada!"

"Thank you! I think." Tim hollered back at them and then his target became the only other living animal who had fins.

It was the last of the blacktipped groupers, coincidentally the only remaining lady here. Gender regardless, Timmy hated every one of these groupers.

He began to charge at full speed against the enemy, his momentum causing a minor disturbance in the waters here.

GUP!

He felt something heavy hitting him, just a split second before they were about to collide, although the prime intent wasn't collision to begin with.

[Health, -5 bars.]

[Total health = 32/100]

"This is getting bad!" Tim panicked as he took a second to see who hit him, it was pretty easy to figure it all out really.

But yet something didn't make sense, and Tim didn't fail to point it out. "How did you see where I was going? You have no eyes!"

"I still can hear, you little runt!" The tiger grouper asked and clapped his teeth with an intent to rip Timothy in half.

But yet he failed, Tim swam away at full speed, thankfully his fins working enough to swim away and maintain about 70% of the speed that the temporary upgrade provided.

The enemy heard that, and his thick tone shook loud as he questioned, raging. "How did you become that fast?!"

Stopping on his spot, Tim let the silence stretch for a handful of seconds, building up anticipation. As for the first time, his tone became thicker. "It's because I ate your fat mom."

"You little motherfucker!" The fish yelled out and charged directly where the little stingray was at.

But this time, Tim knew what to look out for and took a sharper turn left, enjoying how the enemy aimlessly continued that direction and eventually used those fat patty lips to kiss the walls.

It took just a second to reach his target, and the first base of action as he saw the fear in her eyes, was to bash a hole in her head.

Typically he would enjoy a longer battle but this wasn't a situation to tease enemies with extra wounds.

Unwilling to face this battle, she took a sharp turn right and used all of her speed and energy to swim away, yelling something in her own language.

What bothered her most, was how Tim swam directly at her a few seconds before fleeing the battle became a reasonable option.

The young stingray's speed was astonishing, but apart from that he spun madly through that short second, perhaps 7 spins.

He didn't plan to do that but his right fin was injured enough to break proper swimming balance. When compared with level 5 speed, the result was astonishing.

With that same formation, he burst through the waters, chasing the enemy whom made it to the exit.

He wanted to follow this enemy but... there were fatter fish to fry. But yet deciding whether to chase or not took a few seconds, a low IQ can't be blamed for that.

But rather... something else, petty. He could catch a glimpse of the fear this lady fish had and was resistant to land this kill. Her escaping, fairly gave a reason to spare an enemy for once.

Suddenly, the world went dark which made the young man think. "Great, I died. Well that wasn't as painful as I thought it would be."

Taking a few more seconds to analyse the situation, the pain on his right fin and the rest of the smaller pains signified something tad more realistic. Dead fish shouldn't feel pain anymore.

But why did his vision become dark, without any additional pain?

Celebrating, the tiger grouper carried a smirk on his black and yellow lips, citing. "Serves you right for not obeying me. Resistors shall always become my food!"

Afterwards he could hear the dungeness crabs, yelling out louder and with visible sadness in their tone. "Gagaragaga!"

Hearing him out perfectly, since he was literally never closer than this to this fat fuck before, an idea aroused Timothy's sense of adventure.

HLLUP!

A pointy thing poked out right through the tiger grouper's spine, and then the same spike bursted near where the anus 'was' supposed to be.

With every bit of force, Timmy charged his tail in every direction one could swing in a confined space.

Every strike bought the young man just a hunch more out of restriction, by now about 11 hits landed!

While the boss grouper here, couldn't help uttering. "I didn't know that big men like me can get pregnant."

Rageful in every aspect, Tim continued his stabby ways, landing 7 more hits through the enemy's flesh and skin. At this point, the big bad tigger grouper had gained holes in it like a straw hat.

[Tiger grouper identified. 37 points have been gifted as a reward.]

[Total system points = 113]

[Eating a full grown tiger grouper grants the following.]

[Effects on health, +35 bars.]

[Effect on hunger, +50 bars.]

[Effect on sleep, +5 bars.]

[Effect on stamina, non existent.]

Although these stats were amazing, at this point Timmy felt beaten like a bush. And as he slid out of the enemy's mouth with thankfully no additional wounds, he replied. "I'm full, so these stats are just fancy numbers."

And then he took a bite off the enemy, as a way of showing dominance. Although psychotic in more than a few aspects, he enjoyed seeing the enemy bruised, beaten and dead.

[Your stomach capacities have been doubled for a time span of 1 hour.]

And then he felt a sharp pain on his belly developing, which forced a prime thought in his head as if he was a stranger to such pain. "Oh my god! Am I getting pregnant?!"