Changes in Paradise: 05
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Changes in Paradise: 05 - The Rescue
By Patricia
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Gail wanted to cut off her hair.
"It will make me faster," she complained. "I want to be as fast and as
strong as possible."
"Don't," pleaded Petra.
"Just do it," Gail asked. "Please," as she held out the shears for her
sister-wife.
They were sitting, mermaid style with their flukes in the water in the
Moon Pool cave where the dim light from the stormy sky above filtered
down. Michael and John were out searching for useful tools among the
reefs, cliffs, and along the drop off where shipwrecks from time
immemorial, but mostly from WWII, could be found. The men could swim
almost twice as fast and as deep as the women, and they seemed to
really enjoy going out together, pushing their new bodies to the limits
of endurance and depth. It rankled Gail that her own pod-mate/ex-
sister could go faster, deeper, and longer than she could.
"I can't," Petra pleaded.
"Why not?" demanded Gail.
"Because I love you," Petra said, stroking Gail's cheek.
"You love me," she asked, disbelieving, "and THAT is a reason not to
cut my hair." At that moment, Pat popped up from the pool, twirling as
she rose from the water, smoothly and powerfully rising on her
sparkling sea-green tail, and settling next to Gail with a large net of
freshly paralyzed fish, mostly tuna.
"When I think about doing it," Petra said holding Gail's beautiful face
in her hands, "I get a terrible, wrenching feeling in my gut. I don't
know why."
"Why would cutting my hair make you feel that way," asked Gail.
"Because cutting our hair is a bad idea," Pat said. "Phoebe and I have
been doing some tests, and our hair is different from normal human
hair," she continued, holding a lock of her own hair towards Gail.
"Look closely and you can see micronodules that form the sheath of each
hair strand. Those same structures are in our skin and scales. These
tiny structures force the water to ball up whenever we emerge from the
water. You've noticed how water sluices off us when we get out of the
water?"
Gail nodded, noting how quickly Pat had dried off, and her hair
appeared to be nearly dry even though she had only just emerged from
the water.
"It's one reason why we don't feel dirty," Pat continued. "In Biology,
it's called the Lotus effect; surface structures force water into
little balls, rather than beading or sloughing down our skin, and those
balls actually clean our skin and scales each time we dry off because a
ball of water picks up dust, dirt, flaking skin cells, etc., whereas a
drip of water just slides across the skin, leaving dust, dirt, and even
a bit of water on the surface."
"Is that why we swim so fast and so easily?" asked Petra.
"Not fast enough," Gail complained.
"Yes, my dear," Pat chided. "Michael and John will always be faster
than us; they are bigger by nearly two feet. But you're right, Petra,
we are a lot faster than I would expect for aquatic mammals of our size
and strength. And, miss grump," she concluded, addressing Gail
directly, "the length of our hair shields our gills from sunlight while
we are swimming."
"Our gills can be harmed by sunlight?" asked Gail. "What about the
men? Their hair isn't nearly as long as ours."
"Our gills are built slightly differently," Pat explained, turning
Petra around so she and Gail could examine her back together. Pat
swung her long tail onto the cave floor behind her, easily holding her
torso vertical despite the reversed angle. Pat felt her pelvic bones
shift, a reminder of her newly reorganized system of bones and muscles.
It felt like sitting up, except that her back muscles worked at holding
her upper torso upright rather than her abdominal wall. If the results
would not be so catastrophic, she would love to dissect someone to see
how it all worked. Instead, she gently ran her fingers down Petra's
mane of hair, separating the dark, lush brown hair into two strands
that she pushed forward over Petra's soft, sloping, shoulders.
"See how the inside edge of each gill is lighter ... pinker ... and
that there is a different texture and organization of those tubular
gill filaments that run down the entire length," she asked as she ran
her fingers lightly down Petra's spine.
"Hey, now," Petra giggled. "You keep that up and I will throw you down
and ravish your body."
"Although that might be fun," Pat said, noting how Gail stiffened at
Petra's tease, "I will wait for my own sister-wives to return from
fishing. Now, pay attention. This interior edge is much more
sensitive to UV radiation, and I think that it would be very painful if
it got too dried out or even worse, sun burnt. It might even kill us;
I'm not sure. So I don't think we should actually test it, but
Phoebe's hair blocks less light than ours, and she gets irritated along
that interior ridge if she spends too much time on or near the surface,
swimming with her back to the sky."
"And the men?" Gail asked.
"Their pink filaments are centered near the top of their gills, and
their shorter hair covers that dense patch just fine," Pat explained.
"I think because their shoulders are so much broader, they have more
room at the top of their gills. Our shoulders are comparatively
narrow, and so our pink filaments run the length of our gills."
Gail thought about what Pat had said. The men did have long hair, but
it only reached to the top of their dorsal ridge, about mid-way down
their backs, leaving the bottom halves of their gills fully exposed.
The girls, however, had hair that reached down over the entire length
of their gills, two strips of red, tender skin that lifted filaments
into the water whenever they were submerged for more than a minute or
two. Their gills followed their spines, about three inches wide at the
top on the men, and only about an inch wide for the women. Both men
and women had darker sections of filaments that followed their spine
down, narrowing to a mere sliver at the bottom of their waists where
their scales met their skin. A prominent dorsal ridge climbed up from
their hips like a reverse widow's peak, terminating in the middle of
their backs, a slight ridge that allowed them to lean back onto
surfaces without putting direct pressure on their sensitive gills.
"Finally, I would bet that the microstructures in our hair actually add
to our speed," Pat argued. "It breaks the surface tension of the water
molecules as we move through the water, and so cutting it off might
make you slower."
"But if our skin and hair is hydro, hydro ..." Petra struggled.
"Hydrophobic," Pat filled in.
"Hydrophobic," Petra continued with a smile. "Why do we float below
the surface rather than on top, like Lotus plants?"
"I think it is because our new tails are so dense," Pat answered. "If
you try to lift someone else's tail with your hands, you'll find that
they are incredibly heavy, which is why we float tail down. Our upper
bodies are much less dense ..."
"And much less strong," Gail interrupted.
"But strong enough," Pat continued gently. "Without tests I am
unwilling to undertake ... "
"What tests," Petra asked.
"Dissection," Pat answered.
"Oh, right," Petra said. "Good idea not to do one of those."
"Yes," Pat agreed. "I can't tell you more about what goes on inside
our new bodies."
"I keep forgetting that you were a scientist," Petra said.
"AM a scientist! Why do you forget?" Pat asked warily.
"Because you're so pretty," Petra giggled.
"Why do we have such different gills?" Gail asked, interrupting
Petra's flirting.
"I don't know yet, but most species have subtle differences between the
male and female species in several body systems," Pat said
thoughtfully. "Our torsos are smaller, and so our gills are smaller,
so perhaps the pink bits are what absorb oxygen while the darker bits
are where we slough off carbon dioxide."
"We have breasts, too, you know," Petra teased, swinging hers against
Gail's other arm.
"YOU have breasts," Pat said with a smile. "The rest of us just have
chests."
"I'm just frustrated," Gail grumped, nevertheless enjoying Petra's
attention, feeling her enormous breasts rubbing against her elbow fin.
"I want to free our island of that scum."
"I know," Pat said gently. "And you are the strongest mermaid here,
which is saying something. I'm going to find Danni and Phoebe and help
them with the fishing. Why don't you two mind the Listening room," she
said as she lifted herself up onto her fins and flukes and wiggled to
the edge of the pool and slipped head first into the water.
"Come on," Petra said as she watched Pat's flashing sea-green tail
disappear down the tunnel, "Michael will be back soon, and then we
will start making our plans for the rescue."
Gail gazed into Petra's rich, hazel-green eyes, not a bright green,
like Pat's, but softer, flecked with gold. Sometimes her heart felt
small and hard, and Gail wished she could feel the emotional and sexual
freedom that Michael and Petra seemed to share with each other. When
Petra leaned in to kiss her, she could feel herself tense up, pull
back. Petra persisted, however, knowing and loving her pod-mate. She
opened her lips to the kiss, willing her cool and distant pod-mate to
feel the great depth of love she felt for the incredibly beautiful
Gail. She opened her eyes in the kiss, gazing at Gail's violet eyes,
sparkling in the light of the overcast sky that cascaded down into the
moon pool.
Slowly, Gail softened into Petra's warm and welcoming kiss, nibbling at
her full lips as they caressed her own. She felt the familiar
tightening across her breasts as she responded to Petra's amorous
advances. In between, kisses, she said, "We should continue this, in
the listening room."
Petra pulled Gail into a fierce hug, not breaking her kiss, and then
pulled them both into the pool with a flick of her tail. Not releasing
her hug, Petra slowly propelled them both down the tunnel to the
Listening Room, sensing the twists and turns of the underwater tunnel
with her mermaid "sight," a combination of sensitivity to electrical
impulses in all living things, like the organisms living on the rocks
along the tunnel walls, and a sonar of sorts that used the reflection
of the ambient sounds of their own swimming to form a dim picture of
their surroundings in the darkness of the tunnel.
Gail didn't know why Petra could do this to her, but she allowed
herself to be swum to the Listening Room. She could feel Petra's
enormous breasts pushing against her own as they swam together, their
tails crossing and caressing as Petra's long gentle strokes propelled
them forward. They rose to the surface of the pitch black "Listening
Room," and floated in the water with their heads breaking the surface.
Petra was still kissing her, even as Gail began to sort out the sounds
as they echoed down the various cracks in the earth into this small
room. Their enhanced audio processing also allowed them to "hear" the
sounds from many different parts of the island with great clarity.
This morning, however, the island was being pelted with a rain, and no
useful sounds of Alberto and his men could be heard. In some ways,
this was a good thing; no screams from one of the five young captives
would likely interrupt what Petra had planned for Gail.
Petra had become more and more attached to her pod-mates, especially
since their dramatic transformations into living and breathing mermaids
and mermen. When she gazed at Michael's long, broad tail, his chiseled
face, his muscled back, his hair and face glistening with water, or at
Gail's sleek lines, her dramatic coloring, her soft curves, or the fire
that burned in her eyes, it made Petra's womb ache, but it also made
her soul ache. These two had suffered so much, and yet they had
focused their new lives on their two pods and on rescuing the captives.
They pushed their bodies harder; volunteered long hours of keeping
watch, depriving themselves of sleep and rest, and Petra admired them
intensely. She knew that Michael had found some healing in his new
sex, in her love for him, and in their lovemaking that was free,
frantic, and frequent. Gail was more difficult. She could not let go,
could not return the affection Petra so very much wanted to give her.
She had to find a way.
As the two mermaids kissed in the dark pool, both of their tails began
to glow, giving off a biochemical luminescence that slowly filled the
pitch-black room with a soft light. Gail's tail glowed a rich lavender
that shimmered up and down her tail, rippling up from her flukes and
flashing along her flanks, while the green highlights along her dorsal
ridge and fins also flashed in the dark water. Gail's tail was a
barely visible, deep, dark blue ripple of light that only seemed
visible in the reflection of Petra's luminescence. The black
highlights on her dorsal membrane and fins and flukes flashed the
faintest traces of pale, white light as she became more and more
aroused. Making love in one of the many dark pools of water within
these caves had become something of an adventure for the new water
dwellers, thrilling to the symphony of color by which their own bodies
produced light under these circumstances.
"Gail, my sister-wife," Petra moaned, "you are the most beautiful
creature I've ever seen," she said as she sucked on Gail's sensitive,
swan-white neck. "I want to touch you, love you, caress you forever."
"How can you say those things," Gail pleaded, "What about Michael?"
She tried to push away, but Petra wrapped her tail around hers three
times, and held her firm to her ample bosom.
"Now listen here, woman," Petra started. "Well, not merely a woman any
more. You goddess of the water! I love you both! Don't you get it?
We are pod-mates."
"But I am hard and cold," Gail argued. "And you are soft and warm."
"Which makes us a great pair," Petra said as she kissed Gail's strong-
featured face. "Why can't you believe that I love you?"
"Because, you are the one who is beautiful, so sexy, so easy with
Michael," Gail said with a sob. "I'm hard, calculating, and cold."
"I'll show you how cold you are," Petra said firmly. "Sink."
"We can't, we have to listen," Gail worried.
"There's a storm," Petra told her, "we can't hear anything, and won't
be able to for hours. Sink."
"Can't," whispered Gail.
"Can," whispered Petra as she nuzzled her pod-mate's neck, and let
herself go limp, using her own body weight to pull Gail under the
water. They sank about ten meters, and hung in the water, locked in
their embrace. They could see each other clearly, both because of
their enhanced vision and because of the glow they now gave off.
Petra released her lover and then slowly began swimming around and
around her, caressing Gail's body with her own breasts, her hands, and
her tail. She grazed Gail's back, gills, tail, breasts, gliding past
lips, eyes, arms, and fins.
"Feel how silky your hair is," she whispered as she gathered Gail's
sleek black hair in her hand and held the hair to her own breasts as
she twirled around her. "Your dorsal membrane is so soft, like Spanish
black lace. I can put my arm around your waist and reach my own
breast."
"That's because you have incredible breasts," moaned Gail, feeling the
effects of Petra's constant fondling of her entire body.
"Your flukes are supple yet strong, and so rich with color and light,"
Petra continued as she chased the flashes of light that sparkled from
within Gail's now quivering tail, spread wide in evidence of her
mounting sexual tension. "I love the way your fins soften in my hands,
and the way your waist meets your tail, so curvy and soft." Gail
gasped with passion as Petra's feather-light touches ignited her body.
Petra rose before Gail, her own breasts swollen with passion, their
impressive size now floating conically, her large nipples stiff and
erect in the dim light, her dorsal membrane fluttering and flickering
madly with soft, green and lavender light. Her own flukes were also
fully spread, quivering in the dark water, shooting tendrils of
lavender light up her flanks as she hung in the water.
"Drink from me, my love," Petra asked, as she fluttered her tail to
lift her swelling breast to Gail's lips. "Take comfort from me, take
from me ... peace."
Petra pulled Gail's lips to her breast, and then stroked Gail's
beautiful black hair as she began to suckle. Gail slowly, gently
wrapped her tail around her lover's, resting her hands on Petra's slim
waist, stroking the line that separated her tail from her waist. Petra
focused her thoughts on love, peace, and comfort as Gail's suckling
slowly built passion and effort. Soon, milk was pouring from her
breasts, and Gail was pulling and sucking with passion on Petra's
impressive bounty. As she drank from Petra's breasts, Gail's tail
increased its luminescence, the flashes of light building in frequency
and intensity. Her own breasts swelled with passion, and her mind
began to relax.
Petra sank back down into a kiss, pressing her breasts against Gail's,
kissing her with passion and hunger. She wrapped her tail around hers
again, and used that advantage to press her genital vent against
Gail's, creating a pocket of suction. Her pelvic fins beat against
Gail's, increasing the vibrations of their union, and further elevating
Gail's building passion.
"Give yourself to me," Petra whispered. "Cum for me."
Gail reached behind her sister-wife and grabbed the generous bones of
her pelvis, her wide hipbones that now bent in both directions. She
pulled Petra to her fiercely, further entwining their tails together,
pressing their bodies together. Petra happily purred, grinding her
hips against Gail's, pressing their breasts together, kissing her neck
and ears, cheeks and chin.
"Oh, Petra," Gail groaned, "my sister-wife."
Their bodies were now twisting quickly in the darkened pool, locked in
a passionate embrace, their hips grinding together as their breasts and
lips danced in the cool, dark water, their tails both pulsing with
electricity. Petra began whimpering, "please, please ... please ... oh
... please" as her own orgasm built, but she refused to give in,
focusing her energy on bringing release and pleasure to her partner.
She reached behind her sister-mate and stroked Gail's gills lightly
with her fingers. Gail's body responded, immediately, involuntarily,
responsively to Petra's stimulation, and her abdomen began to pulse
against the voluptuous Petra.
"Oh ... my ... goooooooooooo" Gail dissolved into incoherence as a
massive orgasm overtook her. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she
bit down into Petra's shoulder. She felt her tail quiver and shake
more violently, her clitoris vibrating against her lover's, their
bodies pressed together.
Petra felt a sharp, sweet pain as Gail's eye teeth sank into her
shoulder, but felt at the same moment her own milk flowing through her
veins, nurturing them both, healing her of Gail's love bite.
"Yes, take me ... bite me ... love me," Petra whispered to her
convulsing lover. "My love can heal your pain." Gail lifted from
Petra's shoulder, her eyes sightless and unconscious of how her own
pent up passion had exploded into her lover's flesh leaving four neat
puncture wounds that closed as quickly as her teeth had released their
grip. Gail merely continued to shake into her lover, pulsing with
abandon, rather than control.
As she watched Gail thrash out her first real orgasm, Petra allowed her
own release to come, joining with her as both their breasts spurted
their milk into the water around them. Soon they were both lost in a
haze of pleasure, release, healing, and white milk.
*********
Mai Lin wanted to die.
She had been captive now for many months, and she had lost track of
time. She no longer cared when Alberto's men came into her hut and
took their pleasure; her body no longer felt any pleasure at all.
Sometimes, she felt more dead than alive. In fact, if it hadn't been
for Martin, one of the Henderson triplets, she might have died three
weeks ago. Dear, sweet Martin ... only 17, but so wise. He had simply
held her hand through the night as she miscarried, the sorry result of
her near constant abuse by Alberto's men, never saying anything, giving
her warmth and support, and helping her staunch the bleeding. She knew
that he was being raped too, but he never complained, never flinched.
She could see the quiet courage behind his eyes, and something else
too. She wasn't sure. Neither his sisters nor Shou Ling, the other
Chinese captive, had been able to help her that night, lost as they
were to their own hellish nightmares that stalked all of their dreams.
She vowed she would not forget Martin's kindness and quiet courage.
She had been captured, along with several other Chinese passengers
including Shou Ling, when she went on a pleasure cruise with friends
from her boarding school in Hong Kong. The other girls had died months
ago; the three crewmembers of the charter boat were killed when
Alberto's men boarded their boat. Somehow, both she and Shou Ling had
survived. They were both Han Chinese, from northern China, and were
relatively tall for Chinese women, about 5' 7'' and pretty. Shou Ling
seemed to have a bit less of a wild streak in her because she seemed
aloof to what her captors were doing, whereas Mai Lin fought it every
step of the way, trying to force this nightmare to end. After they had
beaten her or raped her yet again, she would close her eyes, and wait
for death to come, but instead a new morning greeted her yet again.
Which was just fine with her; she would have yet another opportunity
for revenge.
Mai Lin had been a young master in shaolin kungfu, which was probably
the only reason she was still alive. She could deflect the blows that
might have killed her without seeming to, and her captors seemed to
enjoy beating the beautiful young woman. She kept her secrets to
herself, and bided her time, waiting for Alberto to do something
foolish so she could kill him. After she had blinded one man who was
foolish enough to rape her by himself, without someone else to hold her
down, they had nearly killed her. But she was beautiful, and Alberto
forbade them from killing her, though she did get a pretty severe
beating. Mai Lin had learned to walk the thin line between compliance
and resistance, looking for her opportunities for revenge, but keeping
her captors happy.
She looked across the sand in the early morning light, the sky still a
vibrant blue as the sun had yet to peak over the horizon of calm water
and placid palm trees, and look back inside the hut to took stock of
her fellow captives. The Henderson's were all curled in a corner, a
tangle of limbs as much for protection as for warmth, the triplets now
united in a race for survival. Shou Ling was propped against the wall,
beaten and bruised because she would not respond last night to the
men's request that she dance. Mai Lin admired her courage, even if it
was misplaced-it would have been so easy to give them a little
dance-and wondered how a girl so beautiful, more beautiful than she
herself was, could have so much stubborn fire in her soul. She wished
she could have taken Shou Ling's beating, she could have withstood it
more easily, and looking across at her fellow countrywoman, she feared
that Shou Ling would not survive many more such beatings.
She glanced again at the three sleeping Henderson's, feeling a great
wave of affection wash over her. They had been so scared when they
were first added to Alberto's menagerie of captives, but even in their
fear they had reached out to Mai Lin, who spoke only broken English at
best. In order to keep their spirits up, the Henderson's had taken to
helping Mai Lin with her English, Shou Ling didn't need much help, as
her English was fine. But after Rikki and Cleo, the identical twin
sisters, were gang raped one night by the all of Alberto's men, they
both had stopped talking to anyone and now seemed to be walking through
life as in a trance. Martin still showed signs of life and fight, but
there were deeper waters in his eyes than she could figure out. Only a
few of Alberto's men had an interest in his body, and the two women
seemed to be lovers themselves. Everyone, however, even the two women
gang members, loved the Henderson girls; Mai Lin worried that the twins
would soon simply expire and that Alberto would kill Shou Ling because
she was so stubborn. That would leave only her and the boy, Martin, to
satisfy the selfish desires of Alberto's men. She shuddered at the
thought.
A flash of blue caught her eye in the lagoon as she turned back to the
water, trying to will herself erect so that she could make another
attempt at escape. She thought she could see a tail fin of a large
fish, nearly ten feet in length, as the flukes, over three feet across,
arched back into the sea. She brought a shaky hand back up to her eyes
to rub them, disbelieving what she had seen, and tried to stare out
into the early morning light to catch another glimpse of that beautiful
fish, blue scales with the hint of white along the dorsal ridge.
Suddenly she saw a flash of gold tinged in a multi-hued blue crest the
surface not three meters where she had seen the first fish tail break
the smooth surface of the water. The beautiful flukes flashed in the
pale light of the morning sun that had finally crested over the horizon
to her left.
Then she thought she saw a face ... a human face ... a beautiful girl,
lift her head from the water closer to shore. She had blonde hair that
was nearly white, and beautiful blue eyes. She was only about twenty
meters from shore, in about two meters of water. Then, a second face
emerged, also a blonde female, with golden hair but equally blue eyes,
or so it seemed to Mai Lin. The pair of beautiful women stared at the
camp for a minute or two, Mai Lin barely breathing, not daring to raise
the alarm. Suddenly, one of the beautiful girls caught Mai Lin's eyes,
and smiled, and put a finger to her lips for silence. Mai Lin's
widened in surprise ... she had been seen, and these girls knew she was
a captive!
Suddenly there was a shout from another hut, and the two girls ducked
under the water and disappeared. Mai Lin stared hard at the spot where
they had appeared, but she could see no other sign of them. She
searched the water for any sign of swimmers or of the large fish she
had seen earlier, but she could only see the calm, early morning waters
of the lagoon where they had been held captive for so many weeks.
A few seconds later, a group of five or six men had gathered at the
beach, all searching the water, shouting at one another in a mixture of
Pilipino, Spanish, and English. Mai Lin could make out some of their
English, and they seemed to be shouting about a sea monster. Alberto
himself came down to the beach and demanded which of them had seen the
sea monster. One of the men stepped forward and described a great fish
of gold with terrible teeth, and Alberto shot him. He then pointed his
gun at the others and reminded them that they were on the lookout for
people, for the police, not sea monsters.
A glance back to the hut confirmed that the gunshot had woken up his
captives. He decided that it was time for some morning fun.
*********
"All five are still alive," Phoebe reported, "and we waited until we
were seen before we ducked under the water."
"I think one of the Chinese girls may have seen us," Danni said. "I
mean she really "saw us;" she looked really shocked when I smiled at
her."
"That doesn't mean that she saw your tail," Gail said. "If I had seen
anyone who was not connected to my captors who actually "saw me," I
would have been surprised too."
"I guess you're right," Danni agreed. "In any case, if we are
successful with our rescue, it won't matter. They will know who we
are."
"There will be another storm tonight; are we ready?" asked Pat, looking
around the Moon Pool at the collected pods. Everyone nodded in
agreement.
"One more time," Gail said. "I hate to be a hard ass but it's ... "
"... because you love us," Petra said, reaching out to her sister-wife
and stroking her arm fins.
"Yea," Gail said, softly, "it is."
Everyone had noticed the change in Gail over the last two weeks as
their plans for mounting a rescue came together. She seemed more
connected, more balanced, and less angry. She and Petra had spent much
more time together, and Michael had now been forced to step up his
amatory efforts (he was most eager and willing to do so). Petra had
always been randy and ready, demanding attention from Michael several
times a day, but Gail had only allowed herself to be taken by him
occasionally. In the last two weeks, however, she had made love to him
every day, and, in the last few days, joined Petra for a second or even
a third round of sex. She still had the fierce gleam in her eyes, and
no one doubted her dedication to pay back with double interest the
suffering she had endured at Alberto's hands.
"Right," Michael said watching with grateful pride and love as his
wives softly stroked one another. "John and I will take the old mines
we found and release them under the boats. If either one still works,
that will signal the rest of you to begin."
"Are you sure you will have enough time to get clear?" asked Petra for
the hundredth time.
"The mines are counter weighted, and it will take them at least a
minute to travel the fifteen meters up from the bottom to hit the
boats," Pat reassured her, yet again. "They can swim faster than any
of us, and should be clear by at least double the distance needed. Do
you think I'd let John do anything that crazy?"
"And everyone remember to protect your ears," Phoebe added.
"If the mines don't go off," John continued. "We will climb on board
and sabotage the engines, and then use the bow gun on the larger boat
to sink both boats."
"Because the mines will work," Danni said with a smile and a caress for
her pod-mate, "John and Michael will rush over to us when the blast
goes off. Petra and I will start shouting for help from the west side
of the lagoon, making sure our human half is clearly visible, while the
boys lurk below to make sure no trouble gets too close."
"As soon as enough men are drawn to the beach, trying to save their
boats or these two bathing beauties, we three will make for the
prisoner's hut from our hiding place on the east side of the lagoon,"
Phoebe reported. "Gail in the lead, then me, then Pat."
"I'll take out the guard, if he remains, and then use my coloring to
hide and wait for anyone who may head in our direction," Gail said
firmly.
"Phoebe and I will enter the hut, rouse the prisoners, use our canteens
that are full, thanks to Petra, give them a stiff dose of milk, and
lead them to one of the two inflatable dinghies on the beach," Pat
said. "We will use our barbs to puncture one, and load the prisoners
onto the other. Once the boat clears the beach, we will swim with the
boat towards the open sea."
"John, Michael, Petra, and Danni will continue to provide a
distraction, while I join the girls behind the dingy," Gail said.
"Once we clear the lagoon, everyone will help get the dinghy back the
western cliffs as quickly as possible."
"Then, we will take them into the water, and rush them through the
tunnels back here," Pat finished, "forming a fireman's brigade to help
them breath by giving them our air until they reach the Moon Pool
Cave."
They all looked again at each other, nodded and headed down the tunnel
to the open sea.
*********
It was a very loud explosion.
Martin struggled towards consciousness, the lethargy that gripped his
body would not release him, and he struggled against the nightmare that
held him. He heard someone calling his name, and he opened his eyes.
There was a beautiful woman urging him to wake up, to rise. Her red
hair was curled around her neck and shoulders like a velvet scarf, her
green eyes shone even in the dark, storm tossed hut, but she didn't
look wet. How could that be; it was raining. She was naked, too.
That got his attention, and weakened as he was, he struggled to sit up.
"Here, drink this," the vision of beauty ordered. He did so, and was
immediately rewarded with a feeling of warmth and vitality that coursed
through his throat like a fine whiskey, burning slightly but warming
him. He could see another figure in the hut, moving very strangely,
who's hair seemed nearly white. Then he saw the sparkling sea-blue of
her tail ... her long tail ... her mermaid's tail that looked just like
the pictures from his long missing diary.
"Whu, wha, what is ... " he sputtered.
"No time for questions now," the redhead whispered tensely, "follow us
down to the dinghy. We are trying to rescue you."
He struggled to his feet and looked for his sisters. He saw that they
were already outside, waiting for him. Shou Ling was helping Mai Lin
stumble through the rain, running for the beach. He tried to ignore
the strange gait of his rescuers as they slithered over the sand, but
they moved much more quickly than he did. He became aware that the
boats in the lagoon were burning, and that a group of Alberto's men
were running along the western arm of the lagoon shouting. He nearly
tripped over a gang member who was inert on the sand, a neat red hole
in the middle of his stomach.
The white haired mermaid (mermaid!) was falling back, trying to urge
him to go faster. He tried to get his feet to obey his commands, but
it was like he was still in the dream. Everything seemed to go in slow
motion. Finally, the dinghy appeared before him, and he tumbled into
the small boat, laying against his sisters who were also heaving with
the effort of the short dash for freedom. The boat lurched towards the
sea, and then slowly gathered speed as it headed for the middle of the
lagoon.
Gunshots rang out, and Martin chanced a look over the edge of the
inflatable dinghy. Illuminated by the light of the burning boats which
he was now passing on his right, he could see some men scrambling on
the beach, firing shots at their boat. Bullets zipped into the water
and one pinged off the outboard engine, but none hit the vulnerable
craft. The boat seemed to be picking up speed, but he couldn't hear an
engine running nor could he feel the vibrations of one. Finally, the
lights of the burning boats and the shouts along the shore faded as he
slipped back into the darkness from which he had been roused.
**********
The two mines had both gone off, and at nearly the same time.
Perfect.
Gail had waited until she saw at least ten men head towards the western
arm of the lagoon, responding to Petra's and Danni's plaintive cries
for help. Then she charged up the beach, low to the ground, a black
angel of vengeance. The surprised guard never saw or heard her coming,
and when her barb sank into his abdomen, pumping him full of her venom,
Gail imagined that is how a man felt, planting his seed into a woman.
The guard fell noiselessly to the sand, and Pat and Phoebe joined her
at the hut. She kept watch while the others woke, fed, and roused the
five captives.
Then they all made a mad dash for the beach. It all seemed too easy,
until the gunshots rang out. A white hot flash of pain seared her
shoulder and another pierced her side, and then the pain faded.
Interesting, she thought to her self, getting shot ought to hurt more,
and she looked at the ragged tear in her shoulder with fascination, but
she didn't stop pushing the boat. It wasn't until nearly an hour
later, when Petra pried her fingers off the stern, that she realized
how weak she felt, how tired she was.
Her last thought was how beautiful Petra was, even when she was crying.
*******
Danni was alone in the water, her golden hair illuminated by the fire
of the burning boats.
She wasn't afraid; John was circling below her. She could feel his
electrical pattern though her fringes and along her dorsal ridge.
Petra had headed back for the caves as soon as the men headed for the
girls, pretending to have drowned, a last minute improvisation that she
hoped would lend more urgency to Danni's cries even as it gave her more
time to prepare for everyone's return, and it gave Michael permission
to swim for Gail, now that he wasn't needed to protect her. Petra had
at once thanked whatever forces in the universe that had given them
Michael and had provided him with an unerring sense of what she and
Gail were thinking.
That left Danni alone with John below, and she sang her siren's song.
But she was surprised by the speed of the young man who was charging
towards her, determined to rescue her. He was already up to his waist,
while most of the men were still a hundred yards down the beach. She
could see with her enhanced eyes the dim shapes of Gail, Pat, and
Phoebe as they emerged from the other shore. She needed to give them
more time, so she tried to keep the determined young man a few yards
away while still not giving herself (or her tail) away.
He was a better swimmer than she thought.
As Alberto's man closed on Danni, John shot to the surface. He
gathered the intruder into his arms just as the criminal's hand had
closed on a fistful of Danni's hair. His powerful tail carried both of
them into the air, and Danni gave a cry of pain as a few strands of her
thick and full hair came away in the desperado's grasp. John kept his
captive in front of his upper torso, letting his steel-gray flanks
shine in the light from the burning boats, but keeping his human half
behind the struggling and screaming man.
John switched his grip as they came back down into the water, but as
they plunged below the surface, he discovered that the man was limp,
literally dead weight in his arms-his neck was broken. John hadn't
intended to kill him, but nearly 300 pounds of angry merman rushing up
from twenty meters below at full force was as good as a head butt from
a killer whale. John had simply let the poor man float back to the
surface as he circled back beneath between the men and Danni. There
were now six men in the water with knives flashing, more determined
than ever to rescue (or capture) the beautiful woman struggling in the
water.
Moments passed as Danni slowly retreated further into the lagoon, while
more men poured into the water, heeding her cries for help.
John had a sudden inspiration and extended his dorsal fin to its
maximum height; he surfaced his back in the water between the men and
Danni, and twisting his flukes vertically-like a shark's tailfins-and
swam with only his dorsal fin, and twisted tailfin visible-towards
Danni. Danni, to her great credit, immediately started screaming
"Shark, shark," as the rest of the men paused in fear, wondering why
the large grey shark that had just struck at their own man was now
headed for the still struggling woman. There must be more than one
shark! The other one would be feeding on their poor comrade. As
John's dorsal fin slipped below the surface, Alberto's men hung back in
fear, unable to move towards Danni and unwilling to retreat from such a
beautiful woman. Suddenly, in mid-scream, Danni was pulled violently
below. As the men dived beneath the waves to find her, they found
their comrade instead, floating towards the surface dead, but otherwise
unmolested.
That was no shark.
They could see one of their two dinghy's floating further out in the
lagoon, but no one made a move to go get it. It looked empty, and the
water had not been a safe place to be at night.
As soon as they were far enough away, John twisted the "limp" Danni in
his arms, gave her an enormous kiss, and kept swimming with his full
force. Danni hung on to his hips and drafted on his strong strokes,
and together they caught up to the boat.
With John and Michael on the bowlines, and the five women at the stern,
the boat moved fast enough that Martin could have water skied back to
the cliffs, if he hadn't already been passed out in the bottom of the
boat.
*******
When he reached the hut, he knew what had happened.
Those bitches.
Alberto cursed the gods who were causing such strange events to befall
his now shrinking gang of pirates, thieves, and cutthroats. As he
watched the latest victim of these strange circumstances float towards
shore behind his quickly retreating men, he knew which of his captives
had been part of the escape. It was that bitch Mai Lin; she was a
feisty one, and he should have killed her long ago, but she was so
pretty he couldn't bring himself to do it, that and the few times he
thought he had hit her hard enough, the bitch survived. Now this. She
had made contact with those women, they had helped her, and the others,
escape.
Damn, this island had proved dangerous. From his original twenty-two
men, two women and five captives, he was down to fourteen men, two
women, and no captives. He wouldn't be shooting anyone else to help
maintain discipline; he didn't know how many others were out there.
There had been a blonde woman in the water, and now he regretted
shooting Hui that morning; that was not a sea monster out there-it was
a human. Everyone had seen the woman, perhaps even two, and it didn't
matter if that shark got her or not. They were here, on the island,
and he and his men had missed them when they were searching for bobby
traps. He had to find them. Those caves to the east were a good place
to start.
The fleeing dinghy was now gone from his view, having disappeared past
the opening of the lagoon. His two magnificent yachts were now at the
bottom of the lagoon, only the radio mast from his flagship poked above
the surface. That was bad, without those boats, he was stuck here, but
he wasn't down for the count. He would find where Mai Lin and the
other captives were hiding, and he would make them pay. First,
however, he needed to find out which of his remaining men had left the
keys to the outboard motor on the dinghy, which had allowed their
captives to make an escape. He wasn't too worried, he had another
dinghy, and there was only enough gas for an hour's run time in the
boat they stole. They wouldn't get far. The one on the beach had a
full tank, enough for several hours of searching. He would find them
before morning. He started towards the remaining dinghy.
It was then he noticed that it was losing air as it collapsed slowly
onto the sand, several holes ripped into the hull.
Shit.
He hated this island, he hated that bitch, and he hated this storm.
*******
"How is she?" Danni asked carefully.
"She's alive," Pat answered, stroking Petra's hair as the sobbing
mermaid held Gail's lips firmly to her breast. "She's lost a lot of
blood. I can't believe she pushed the boat the whole way back."
"I can't believe I didn't see her wounds," Petra sobbed.
"Don't blame yourself," chided Pat. "You know how she is."
"She's my pod-mate," Petra said angrily. "She's my mate."
"She's our mate," Michael said softly as he rose from the pool, his
hand fixing Gail's hair, as she lay unconscious beneath Petra's
impressive breast. Gail's lips weren't moving, but she was breathing,
and her gills were in the water.
"Oh, Michael," Petra sobbed. "I'm sorry ... I ... I meant."
"Yes, I know," he said softly as he pushed his long body out of the
water next to Petra and wrapped his arms around her. He did know what
she meant. It was as if Petra had given Gail some of her warmth and
sensuality and Gail had given Petra some of her fierce anger. He held
his flukes to support Gail's lower tail, hoping that their unconscious
mate would feel the love and energy they both were sending to her.
As soon as they discovered her wounds, they had all fed Gail as much
milk as they could before she lost consciousness, and then bathed her
two wounds in their milk as well, but Gail had lost a lot of blood.
Pat had suggested that they keep her gills in the water and her head in
the air to maximize the amount of energy her body could draw upon. As
far as she could tell, the bullets had passed cleanly through Gail's
shoulder and left hip, but given how little she really knew about their
new anatomy, she couldn't be sure the hip wound wasn't more serious.
In any event, only time would heal Gail, if she could be healed.
She looked around the cave, feeling the soft spray of rain filter down
from the chimney above. The storm still lashed at the island, but they
had succeeded. Save for Gail's injuries, everyone else had made it
back without a scratch.
"Let's go back and reconnoiter," Pat said to John. "You two stay here
and help Petra and crew, and if our guests awake, you can begin to
explain what's happened to them."
"They don't have a choice, do they?" asked Danni.
"No, not really," sighed Pat. "They drank our milk, and so their
journey is inevitable."
Pat leaned over and kissed Petra's forehead and ruffled Michael's hair.
She turned to her mate. "Let's go and see how Alberto likes being
stuck on an island in a storm," she said, and together they slipped
into the water.
Phoebe waddled over to Petra and gave her a kiss too. She then bent
down and kissed Gail's cheek. "You did good, girl," she whispered.
"I'm so proud of you. You too, my sister-uncle," she said running her
finger along Petra's cheek, wiping a tear she found there.
"Why are you proud of me?" Petra asked.
"To many reasons to tell," Phoebe said. "Danni, let's go see if our
guests could use some milk, eh?"
As the other two girls busied themselves with the still unconscious
guests on the far side of the cave, Michael held tight to his two
women, closed his eyes, and willed them to be well. Alberto had had
many chances to take Gail from him in the past, and he refused to
believe that he could take her from him now. They had come so far, and
changed so much. The thought of losing his beautiful Gail, his woman-
warrior, the perfect balance to Petra's lush womanhood, was more than
he thought he could bear.
"We will get him," Petra whispered into his ear, her voice ragged with
emotion. "I will hold him down myself as you and Gail skewer him
again, and again."
"I love you," he replied, holding her face to his chest.
The three of them remained like that until morning, when Pat and John
returned.
*******
The Moon Pool cave floor was crowded.
Merfolk took up much more room than regular humans, and six of them
were spread out on the narrow cave floor that surrounded the Moon Pool.
Nestled among them were the five new guests, as they were being called.
None had woken during the night; the healing effects of the first
draughts of mermaid milk had caused them to swoon just like Daniel (now
Danni), Peter (now Petra), Michelle (now Michael), Gail, and Phoebe had
before them.
At first, Martin had thought he had woken up from an incredible dream,
half nightmare, half mythological wonder. But when the sunlight slowly
filtered down from the chimney, and he saw the beautiful Pieta-like
tableau of Michael, Petra, and Gail, he pinched himself to make sure he
wasn't still dreaming. When a near copy of the mermaid pictured in his
diary rose from the pool, he nearly fainted.
It was now late morning, and everyone had learned the story of Pat and
John, then Danni, and then the rest. Gail had regained consciousness,
and her wounds seemed to have healed, but she was too weak to leave the
water. She propped her chin on her hands, while the rest of her
floated in the pool behind her.
"We become you?" Shou Ling asked again, looking furtively at Michael,
Petra and Gail.
"Not necessarily," Pat explained. "We had to do this to ourselves on
purpose. You could end up looking quite differently."
"Why?" asked Martin.
"Because we didn't know what we might otherwise change into," Phoebe
said. "We were growing webbing and had already grown our gills, and
the changes weren't stopping."
"And you were trapped in this cave, constantly exposed to water," Rikki
finished. "You had to take control of what was happening to you."
"Unfortunately, in order to rescue you, we had to put you on the same
path," Pat said.
"We WILL become you," Shou Ling said with happy recognition.
"I'm sorry," Pat apologized. "You WANT to become us?"
"Yes," Shou Ling said. "We all die, bit-by-bit, for long time. Now,
need new life. You beautiful, different life. I want that life, not
my old life. You life, not by trouble, but by choice."
"Do all of you understand what she's suggesting," asked Pat, as she
turned to each of them. Ricki, Cleo, Martin, Shou Ling, and all voiced
their intent to join them, and then Mai Lin gave a barely perceptible
nod. "Well, in that case, there are some logistics we need to work
out."
"Like what?" Shou Ling asked.
"Phoebe and I have been going over my notes on the original harems of
the painted shell-fish from which the goop was first distilled," Pat
explained. "We have a few hypotheses based on the fishes' behavior and
our own, at least among our two pods."
"Let's have it," Michael said, as he held Petra in one arm as his other
hand trailed into the water to caress Gail's shoulders.
"Phoebe," Pat prompted.
"Three to one seems to be our optimum ratio," Phoebe explained as she
gave winks to her three pod mates. "The painted shell fish have harems
in a ratio of males to estrus cycles of 36:1, which is to say that
there is one male for each 36 possible pregnancies."
"But I thought they lived in harems of 20 to 1," John interrupted.
"Those fish aren't in estrus every month," she continued. "They go
into estrus twice a year. We, on the other hand, have periods every
month, like normal humans. Thus, the same ratio would be three females
to every one male."
"Physiologically and psychologically," Pat added, "there seems to be
some advantages to the three to one ratio. Sexually, three females can
be kept quite content and connected through one male, whereas four
females makes pairing a problem. Two to one makes it necessary for
both females to travel with the male, as there is no second female to
nest with."
"We nest?" asked Gail from the pool.
"More or less," Pat continued. "Think about what happened to Petra
when you and Michael were doing all your patrols. She was crazy with
worry."
"I was nuts," Petra smiled, stroking Gail's hair.
"You weren't nuts," Pat corrected. "You had no one to fill the strong
pair bond instincts we have. It is sort of like schools of fish, if
you like. Our social needs seem to be quite high, and two merfolk at
all times-two women or one of each seem to be the minimum necessary."
"The men can pair together without conflict if they are alone," Phoebe
explained, "or if they are with one of their pod mates, all is well."
"But if it's just Michael and I," John interrupted, "and one other
woman, it doesn't matter whose pod-mate she is ... "
"We can barely control ourselves," Michael finished, "even though we
really like each other. It does seem to be hard wired into us."
"Which brings us back to the logistical problem," Pat said. "There are
five of you, three of whom are blood related. If Martin assumes pod-
leadership, we take a double jeopardy chance on the off-spring from
both sisters, or we separate one sister away, which ... "
"Isn't going to happen," Cleo said softy. "We're triplets ... I
couldn't abandon my brother and sister."
"But could you mate with your brother?" asked Phoebe.
"Ewwwee" Cleo responded. "No offense, Martin."
"None taken," he said calmly.
"What about us?" Gail asked.
"I don't know," Pat said, "but your pod won't have three blood related
pairs, and so even if you and Michael prove infertile, Petra and any
new pod-mates would be fine."
"Ah," Gail mused, "besides, Petra will probably have a million kids
given the way she mothers us."
"Martin, you haven't told them yet, have you," Rikki asked.
"No," he whispered.
"Why?" she asked.
After a moment of awkward silence, Petra suddenly realized, "It was
your diary, wasn't it?" Everyone turned to her with a look of
surprise. "Well, it takes one to recognize one. I mean, we all just
assumed it was Cleo's or Rikki's."
"You have my diary?" Martin choked out?
Phoebe reached behind her and pulled a plastic wrapped book from a crag
in one of the rocks. She handed it to Martin. As he pulled the book
from its protective covering, he gasped in surprise and delight.
"They found it," he exclaimed. "How did you find it?
"It was on your parent's boat, which washed ashore a few weeks before
you all showed up," Pat explained. "We gave the unrecognizable bodies
on the deck a burial at sea, and then set booby traps in the boat for
Alberto's men."
"We are all so sorry," Petra said.
There was a long moment of silence as the three Henderson children
fought to control their emotions.
"We ... we ... will mourn later ... when Alberto is dead," Rikki said
firmly.
"Where ... how ... how did you know it was my diary?" Martin asked.
"I was a life-long cross-dresser before I changed into this lovely
form," Petra said. "I actually wanted to become a woman, not like Pat
and Danni who become women accidentally."
"And I wanted to become a man," Michael added, stroking Petra's hair,
"because my life as a woman had left me unsatisfied. We're both
happier now."
"We are ALL happier, now," Gail said.
"So, it is your diary?" Phoebe said.
"Yes," he said. "It's mine. I wrote it, and now you transformed
yourself into the creature of my dreams. My sisters have always known
that I wanted to be their sister, not their brother. Ever since I can
remember, I've wanted to be a sister to my sisters."
"And, you wanted to be a mermaid," Cleo teased. "Always making us swim
like dolphins as we were growing up."
"And, always stealing our clothes from our closets," Rikki teased. "At
least now, we wouldn't have to worry about clothes here."
"Who become man then?" asked Shou Ling.
"I do," Mai Lin said firmly.
"What?" asked Shou Ling, "What happen to me?"
"You become our pod-mate," Petra said firmly, but gently. "I have more
than enough love for all of you," she argued as she lifted one of her
large breasts towards Shou Ling, who blushed.
"Well, that solves the logistics problem, we have genetic diversity
among the pods," Pat said with surprise. "But I didn't expect so neat
a solution," Pat mused. "Is everyone sure of what we are about to do?"
She checked everyone's faces for agreement. She saw the same sparkle
in their eyes now as she saw in Gail's eyes first time they had beheld
Phoebe's beauty after her transformation. "The question now is, how
will we do it. One or two stages?"
"One," Phoebe said.
"Why only one?" Pat asked.
"They've only had two servings of milk," she responded, "but they are
already starting to change, subtle changes so far, except for one big
one."
"What big one is that?" Pat asked noting that she couldn't see any
major differences in their guests other than that were all healthy and
conscious.
"Their gills have already appeared," Phoebe said, "way ahead of
schedule."
"Oh, my god," Cleo exclaimed, "You've got red marks on your backs just
like them," she said while pointing at her brother's exposed back.
All the guests checked their backs, and indeed, they had gills from
only two feedings of mermaid milk.
"The active agents in our milk is getting stronger and stronger,"
Phoebe concluded. "I think that if we all go to the pool, and combine
our fluids, energy, and focus, they can all make it through in one
stage. Otherwise ... "
"They-and we-might not be able to "control" their changes. You're
right Phoebe," Pat concluded. "Does everyone understand our
situation?"
"Because your milk is stronger, we will change more quickly than you
did," Martin offered. "And if we don't "will" our changes, we may end
up as something other than what we wish."
"Right, but there is good news," Pat continued. "As we have all
discovered, the more energy and focus there is, the easier it is to
control the change. So, as each new mermaid is created, the process
should get faster and easier."
"We don't know how many feeders any one person can actually hold,"
worried John. "Remember how hard it was for you to reach your last
feeder?"
"It was a lot of work," Pat said, "but the only way to find out is to
try."
"Gail," Petra asked, "are you feeling up for this?"
"I wouldn't miss it, not even if I was already dead," she said with a
grin.
*******
Martin sat nervously in the early evening moonlight, his feet dangling
in the water, trying to watch what was going on below him in the pool.
Rikki was in the center of the circle, her body glowing with energy,
her tail nearly finished. He was next; actually, he was last. They
had discovered that none of the "guests" could stay down in the water
for long; their gills were too immature. Mai Lin had gone first, while
Michael and John had stayed out of the water so that all the women
could focus their energy to help Mai Lin transition to a male mermaid.
Cleo and Rikki added their focus to that first circle too, but they had
to keep rising for air every ten minutes or so. Their immature gills
allowed them to stay down longer than normal humans, but they still had
to breath regular air. Still, they bobbed up and down for the entire
time, knowing that Mai Lin was becoming their pod-mate.
Mai Lin, or Mu Su, as he renamed himself, didn't have to keep rising
up, however. Once under the influence of the massive dose of milk,
her/his gills had started working quickly, and he was able to stay down
for the duration. He took eleven hours to transition. Mu Su, whose
new name meant, "longed for revival," then became the "first feeder"
for Shou Ling, and the group discovered that men were not nearly as
potent as the women. Shou Ling had to rise for a breath of air despite
swallowing Mu Su's impressive load, but once Petra had given her a
double dose of milk from her impressive breasts, Shou Ling was well on
her way. Her "last feeder" was Michael, since she was joining his pod,
and he experienced the longest orgasm of his life, shooting pulse after
pulse into her trance-like embrace. Shou Ling hung in the water,
glowing and changing, for only eight hours. She renamed herself Xing
Hua, or "new flower."
There seemed to be a geometric relationship between the potency of the
fluids and the number of people contributing. After Cleo finished in
only six hours, Phoebe bet Pat that Rikki would be done in four hours.
Pat said three, but that Martin would take one hour. Both Phoebe and
Martin had nearly choked on their food. Mu Su was the last feeder for
Rikki, and for Cleo since they were joining his pod, and Rikki was
nearly done, less than three hours later.
That thought both frightened him and filled him with excitement.
Trying to understand the titanic forces at work in their bodies as they
changed their form, and in his case, his sex, was difficult. Trying to
imagine those same forces at work in a mere hour was beyond him. What
would it feel like? He had dipped down, from time to time, to watch as
his sisters changed. Rikki's transition seemed to be even more violent
than was Cleo's, her rigid body rippling and convulsing, twisting and
shaking. Cleo had reassured him during that last meal break, that she
didn't feel much discomfort, and now that she was fully transformed,
she felt better than ever before in her life.
He remembered back to the first time he stole his sister's underwear.
They were 12, and Cleo and Rikki were blossoming into beautiful young
women. Martin was a little jealous of all the attention they were
getting, and when his puberty hit a year later, he grew more and more
awkward and unhappy with his body. Slowly but inexorably, he had been
shut out from his two best playmates, and he wished with growing fervor
that he had been born one of three identical twins, rather than a
fraternal twin to two identical twins. So, he had retreated into his
imagination, his diary, and the world of magic, where things like
mermaids existed.
A sudden movement below stirred him from his reverie. Rikki's glowing
body suddenly arched backwards, a signal that she would be shortly
released from the grip of transition. Mermaids weren't magic any more,
Martin mused. He would become one himself soon.
As with the other transitions, the group rose as one and fell upon the
food that they had gathered in anticipation of their guests before
their rescue. Martin, who wasn't hungry at all, watched the colorful
and beautiful crush of merfolk as they jostled each other to reach for
the food. Cleo and Rikki were identical twins still, both beautiful
with perfectly even, mottled blue and white scales with yellow
highlights along their fins, flukes, webs, and dorsal ridges. Their
shining blue eyes were even bluer, jewel-like in their intensity.
Their short dark brown hair was now a long and lustrous chocolate brown
that flowed down to their expanded hips. Their full C cups had
remained the same, which made them look girlish next to Petra and Pat,
but they were about the same as the rest of the mermaids. Like them,
their nipples had matured and were thicker and longer than previously.
"You sure you don't want to eat," asked Cleo, twisting her upper torso
180 degrees without moving her tail as it stretched out behind her.
"It will help you later," she nudged Rikki and they both giggled
girlishly.
Pat had explained to them at the last feeding that when they were all
changed, sleep would finally take them, but only after their sexual
appetites had been sated. Petra and Gail explained that the transition
would really make them feel like new people-that they were a new
species even-and that the abuse at the hands of Alberto's men would
slowly wash away. John teased Mu Su that he would likely be put to the
test with three newly transitioned mermaids to deal with. He had
merely smiled, a coiled spring of confident, new manhood, which had
made Cleo and Rikki swoon with anticipation, and even Martin was
excited thinking about being held by Mu Su's strong arms, being pressed
to his washboard stomach, and feeling his impressive cock push its way
into his body.
Martin walked over to his sisters, thinking that he wouldn't be doing
that for much longer, and reached for some dried fish. He was even a
bit embarrassed that he had an erection in anticipation of what Cleo
had meant.
"You soon beautiful on outside as you were on inside," Mu Su said
gently, "I happy you are excited to be beautiful. Feel no shame in
erection, for I know how you feel, and soon ... you know how I felt
when I was girl."
"Thanks, Mu Su," Martin blushed. "I hope you will like me when I am a
girl."
"You, I have liked always," he responded as he gave Martin's face a
gentle caress, "you I will never forget, your kindness and courage
before."
"You are as handsome now as you were beautiful before," Martin said
with a quaver in his voice. "Inside and outside."
Mu Su was striking with his strongly featured face, jet-black hair, his
broad shoulders and strong hands, his yellow and black striped tail
with yellow highlights, and his dark brown, nearly black eyes. Martin
let his gaze wash over his soon-to-be pod-mate.
"Hey, don't hog," teased Rikki as she poked her brother in the ribs.
"You're going to have to share."
"All right, enough," teased Xing. "Let's go in pool and do last one,
so all can get (cough, cough) rest."
"I've got your rest, you minx," Michael said, slapping his tail
suggestively.
Xing was a minx, whose new coloring subtly complimented her pod-mates.
Her tail was a dark forest green with lavender highlights on fins,
flukes, webs, and dorsal membrane, the opposite of Petra. She had the
only hazel eyes of the pod, but she shared Michael's and Gail's jet-
black hair. Her Asian features were still visible, and her C cup
breasts looked positively enormous on her slender frame. "O.K., I
ready for many rests," she said smiling.
"In the water, both of you," Petra said, mothering. "Let's all go," as
she took Gail's hand, gave her a peck on the cheek, and dove into the
pool.
*******
Martin took a deep breath and dove into the center of the pool. His
slender body sliced down cleanly through the water, and he pulled up
even with the assembled group. They looked beautiful in the moonlight,
glowing and pulsing with energy. Rikki reached out her arms to him,
and he floated to her.
"What will my new sister's name be?" she asked.
"Emma," he answered. His two sisters smiled in recognition and
approval. It was their mother's name.
"You will be my sister-wife, will you take from my breasts your tail,"
she intoned.
"Yes, ... oh god, yes," Martin whispered fervently, and he fell upon
his sister's large nipple.
He drank deeply, feeling the pressure in his lungs lessen with each
gulp, and when he had finished both breasts, he floated effortlessly to
Cleo.
"Sister from birth, and sister-wife from this day forward," Martin
sang, like all those before, "will you give me my tail?"
"Come, drink from me my sister, who has been my sister always in
truth," Cleo said with a sad smile for the little brother that had been
so unhappy for so many years.
Martin felt the energy build in his body as he drank from Cleo's
breasts. He could feel Rikki, who had floated down to his legs, and
was slowly stroking them up and down, sending tremors throughout his
body. He focused on the strong and powerful mermaid that Phoebe had
helped coach him on, one that was identical to his sisters, an
identical triplet he had always wished he could be. Cleo's breasts had
been generous, and he turned to Michael as he felt Cleo join her sister
at his legs.
"Merman who was once a woman," Martin intoned, "make this boy a
mermaid, and give me my tail."
Michael tugged free his quickly expanding cock, and looked down at
Martin. The combined forces of his sister's milk were already at work
on his body, his features softening, his hair growing, his body
changing. Martin tentatively took hold of his cock, and Michael waited
patiently, he knew this was a moment of mental transition for Martin.
After a few seconds, Martin slowly put his lips over the head of
Michael's long and thick cock. He was surprised, even though he had
seen it with his sisters, when Michael's cock immediately erupted into
his mouth. He swallowed urgently, but some cum leaked out into the
water. Petra eased forward and sucked the strand of ropy cum from the
water.
"Waste not, want not, Emma," she said as she shared a kiss with Gail
and Xing.
Emma ... yes, now Emma, she thought to herself as her mind focused more
clearly on the changes she was undergoing, turned to Petra, and asked
for her tail, and when she had drained Petra's bounty, she could feel
that she was transitioning quickly into a woman. She could feel her
waist narrowing, slowly but steadily, and her hips expanding, reshaping
themselves, even as her legs grew stiff and straight. The hips had
hurt, but not as much as she thought it might.
During the time it took for Emma to pass from Petra to Gail and then to
Xing, she became a woman completely. Emma delighted as her nipples
expanded, and then slowly pushed out, pushing into Xing's tummy as she
suckled at her breast. Now, as she floated away from Xing, she could
feel the firm weight of her C cup breasts hang from her narrow rib
cage, her long hair floating over her shoulders and gills, and her
delicate and feminine body as it moved through the water. She knew her
face was changing, matching her sisters'. Still, there was great
energy gathered in her body, pulsing up and down and in and out.
Now fully a woman, she reached for John. "First father of first pod,
give me my tail," she sang. She was ready for John's healthy deposit,
and Pat, Danni, and Phoebe shared a wink with Petra and company because
no extras escaped from Emma's eager mouth this time. Her body was now
glowing, filling with power and energy.
"First mother, first woman, give me my tail," Emma sang as she fell
onto Pat's breasts. As she finished with Pat and moved onto Danni, she
could feel her sisters pull away from her legs, and she was dimly aware
that they had already begun to knit together. Phoebe's breasts were
next, and Emma was quivering as she struggled to maintain control. She
had to get to Mu Su; he had to be last.
"Phoebe, give me my tail," Emma asked. Phoebe pulled the desperately
shaking Emma to her breast where she sucked eagerly at her nipple.
Phoebe could tell that Emma was close, and that the forces she was
battling were enormous. Phoebe concentrated on merely giving milk to
her, not the bonding orgasm that simmered close to the surface of her
breasts. For long agonizing moments, she held off her own release,
forcing both herself and Emma to wait for Mu Su. Then, she was done,
and Phoebe was practically gasping with need, but she exerted a supreme
effort of self-control, and rejoined the humming that surrounded the
beautiful half-creature that swirled before them.
Emma slowly turned to Mu Su, a great need burning in her eyes, her body
quaking as she struggled to hold on. "My mate ... my Mu Su ... give
... me ... me ..." As Emma struggled to maintain control, Mu Su raised
his stiff cock up to her lips and held it there. "Give ... me ... my
... TAIL," Emma shouted and gulped Mu Su's thick and long cock as far
down her throat as she could. His eruption was instantaneous, and
Rikki and Cleo had to hold him in place, so that his own convulsions
would not remove his cock from Emma's mouth. He had never felt
anything so powerful, such a ripping out from the depths of his body a
portion of his own being. In six enormous spurts, he gave Emma her
last dose, and she released his cock and stiffened into the familiar
cross of transformation, her arms outstretched horizontally, her legs
rigidly pointing to the pool's bottom.
Emma's final transformation seemed magical as they watched her body
shift, throb, shake, push, and change. For Emma, she felt great waves
that pulsed from her still new womb and radiated out through her entire
body. Then a great urge to push arose, and she bore down with her
muscles onto her rigid legs, feeling bone, muscle, and blood break,
merge, and reform. She convulsed again, pushing, pushing, pushing, and
felt her new appendage lengthen and her flukes emerge. Her newly
forming swimming muscles wove their way through her body, pulsing in
her tail, and threading up through her pelvis and torso. She convulsed
again, and felt her skin change, and her webbing appear. She convulsed
again, and felt her hair lengthen again, and her organs shift,
strengthen, and change. Then she arched in ecstasy, her shimmering
blue and white tail, mottled with even spots of color, hanging above
her shining eyes.
It had taken less than an hour.
*****
Emma could sense the passion and release that was filling the pool with
electrical energy from every direction. Even with her eyes closed, she
could both sense and actually hear the frenzied sexual activity from
both John's and Michael's pods. This was no surprise; everyone had
been forewarned. It was just that Mu Su's pod was new to the
incredible feelings and sensations that their new bodies were sending
them in the wake of their transformations.
Emma was finally a girl, even better ... a mermaid! After years as an
awkward, shy, and sensitive male, who missed the closeness his twin
sisters had shared with him for most of his seventeen years, the newest
mermaid was still sorting out all the signals that her now identical
body sent. Like Cleo and Rikki, Emma was a beautiful mermaid, with
long dark hair, piercing blue eyes, an hour-glass figure with firm,
full C cup breasts topped by full and chewy nipples, her breasts
already swelling with her own milk.
Emma ran her hands along her narrow chin, swan-like neck, across the
swell of her breasts, feeling the stiff promontory of her nipples,
following the curve underneath back to her rib cage, a full four inches
behind her tightly clenched nipples, and then down across her slim,
flat stomach and a tiny waist. The soft swell of her female belly
warmed her, made her womb throb pleasantly in her lower abdomen. She
felt the slightest change in texture as her skin merged with the
brightly mottled blue and white scales that marked the beginning of her
tail even as her slim waist flared out to wide, sensuous hips, that
could now flex in both directions. Her tail extended a full five feet
beyond her hips, sinuously undulating in the water, a beautiful tail
with wide flukes, over three feet across, in which she could feel the
water move across her scales like a lover's caress.
Emma had a momentary regret, never having felt what wide hips did for a
woman's gait, the gap between her legs where her pussy would have been.
However, a flash of luminescence that ran up the length of her dorsal
membrane reminded her of the benefits she did have. Her flukes fanned
out in a quivering expression of her mounting sexual need, as her
sisters reached out to her to draw her towards Mu Su.
He floated there before her, his magnificent yellow and black tail
gently stroking the water back and forth, his dark back eyes seeming to
pierce her through her heart, and his jet-black hair streaming down his
shoulders, his broad and very muscular shoulders, she noted. She could
see that his long cock was already freed from his interior vent, a
long, thick throbbing appendage that was a foot long, its head swollen
with his passion. Emma's two sisters had argued that Mu Su and she
were the only "virgins" in their pod, the sisters having been raped
countless times by Alberto's men, and therefore, they should be the
first "true" coupling. Their generosity was tempered, in Emma's mind,
by the knowledge that Pat had shared with them about mermale anatomy,
namely that his hip fins stiffened and vibrated when his cock was
similarly stimulated. The result was that three mermaids could find
nearly equal pleasure from their pod-mate at the same time.
Rikki's hand was on Mu Su's cock, stroking it slowly, while Cleo's hand
was on Emma's breast, stroking her nipple. Emma could see that both of
her sisters were equally aroused, their genital vents were open and
pulsing, their clitoral ridge exposed and ready for stimulation. All
three sister's breasts were swollen with passion, ready to push milk
from their breasts at the moment of climax. Mu Su reached with his
hand to Emma's graceful neck, and pulled her into a passionate kiss.
Their tongues dueled as Emma pushed her breasts into his chest, his
cock poking her in her belly. Cleo settled onto Mu Su's left shoulder,
and Rikki grabbed his right one, still stroking his cock with the other
hand. They both pushed their clits against Mu Su's pelvic fins, which
had stiffened and were beginning to vibrate slightly, and wrapped their
tails around his and each other's. They both started rubbing their own
breasts against Mu Su's elbow fins, delighting as their nipples caught
on his scalloped edges.
Emma's heart felt like it would explode from her chest. She knew what
was expected, but she had never had the equipment to perform this
sexual act. She could feel her pelvic region swollen with blood and
need, but she didn't know where all her parts actually were. She
wrapped her own tail around her sisters' and Mu Su's, and tried to push
his cock into her hungry vagina. She missed, and Mu Su gasped as his
cock caught on her pelvic fin.
"Sorry," she whispered.
"It is O.K.," he nuzzled her lips as he replied, "take your time."
Her sisters solved the problem as Rikki guided Mu Su's cock directly
into her opening while Cleo pushed against Emma's hips, guiding her
down onto him. Emma gasped into Mu Su's kiss as she felt the large
head of his cock slip past her outer lips and into her pussy. She held
her hips steady, accommodating herself to his great thickness and to
the impending loss of her very brief virginity. She could feel herself
begin to relax internally, and pushed again until his cockhead met the
stiff resistance of her newly created womanhood. She pushed a second
time, but met the same resistance.
"Try to relax," Mu Su whispered into her ear as he nuzzled her neck and
ear lobe. "I lost my virginity once too."
He caressed her sides, following the dramatic contours of her waist and
hips until he grabbed her pelvic fins and pulled her into him using
their entwined tails to push himself into her. Their combined efforts
succeeded, and after a sharp, brief pain, Emma felt her insides melting
as the fullness of his cock stretched her completely. Then he began to
move, and the heat from Mu Su's strokes rose as he built up speed and
rhythm. Emma looked at her sister Cleo, who was now concentrating on
what Mu Su's fin was doing to her clit, her eyes glazed with passion,
but flickered with love and recognition as she saw her new sister
gazing at her. She lifted a hand from Emma's hip where she no longer
needed to guide her sister's hips onto their husband-pod-mate, and
stroked Emma's face and her full lips, now identical to her own. Emma
kissed her sisters fingers, even as she felt Mu Su's cock swell with in
her, reaching up into her torso to places she never thought possible.
Emma turned to Rikki, who was also caught in the throes of a steadily
building orgasm, her bright blue eyes lidded and sightless, one hand
clutched on Mu Su's neck, the other on Emma's hip, pushing her pelvis
against Mu Su's fin, her breasts brushing his arm. Emma looked back
into Mu Su's eyes, his dark, strong eyes, and saw the glimmering of a
break in his calm, confident exterior. She could see his building
need, his first orgasm caused by love making, rather than by mermaid
making. She thrilled to the passion and lust she saw in his eyes, the
raw need visible in his eyes that drank in her face, her hair, her
neck, her breasts as they shook in the water with each powerful thrust
by Mu Su. She could feel her flesh quiver in response to each thrust,
her hips, her muscles along the back of her tail, and her lovely
breasts.
Emma could feel the building tensions of her first female orgasm,
building a rising tide of tension in her womb and stomach wall, pushing
down on Mu Su's cock as it stroked in and out. She lifted up her face
and reached for Mu Su's lips, and he bent down, still stroking
powerfully in and out of her vagina, and kissed her. Her body
imploded, and her cunt walls clenched down on Mu Su's powerful cock.
He gasped into their kiss, and he exploded his hot semen into her. She
could feel the throb of his cock inside her, the power of each pulse as
his cock pushed past her powerful, rippling muscles inside her birth
canal, forcing his seed deep within her. She could feel her breasts
release their milk into the water, and she could feel the warm spurts
of milk from her sisters as they joined her in their release. For the
longest time, she was suspended in the water by Mu Su's stiff cock
still pulsing within her, with her entire body still clenching around
that welcome invader.
She fell asleep some hours later, the moonlight now barely visible, and
the other pods had long ago succumbed to sleep. Emma had just thrashed
through her sixth orgasm of the evening, this one on Mu Su's right hip,
as Cleo felt the power and warmth of Mu Su's endlessly ready cock
buried deep with in her.
"That is the first time I've had an orgasm while getting fucked," Cleo
said in surprise.
"It won't be the last," Mu Su assured her, as he wrapped his strong
arms around all three identical sisters and gave them a hug. Emma gave
Cleo a peck on the cheek even as she snuggled next to her, sharing Mu
Su's chest as her pillow with her two sisters, their tails entwined now
in love and comfort, rather than passion and need. Her last thought
was that now they could make some plans to deal with Alberto's men, and
that it would be fun.
*****