Changes in Paradise: 06
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Changes in Paradise: 06 - The Battle for Mermaid Island
By Patricia
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The first three were an accident-luck really.
Phoebe and Pat were giving Mu Su's pod and Xing (all the newest
merfolk) their third "teaching tour" around the island. In the two
weeks since their transformations, they had been keeping clear of the
original lagoon, and were careful not to be too close to the surface.
They were focusing on reefs and other places along the drop-off where
they could gather food, not the island itself. The rest of Michael's
pod (because Xing was with the tour) was on spy duty that morning while
John and Danni were in the Listening Room. Pat smiled as she thought
of her pod mates back in the listening room. Unlike Danni, who was no
doubt trying to distract John from listening, these newest mermaids
were all eager students. They had made significant headway in their
efforts to collect a food surplus in anticipation of their up-coming
battle.
This morning they were moving along the sharp, drop-off along the north
side of the island working their way to the eastern caves. There was
only a very short land shelf along the north side, and there was no
land shelf along the western side where the entrance to their system of
home caves lay hidden. To the east and south, however, a large land
shelf had built up from many eruptions of the volcano that was the
father of this island. Pat explained that the drop-off was boundary
between the father island and the mother sea, and that their union
produced the bounty upon which the mermaid's lives depended. The
eastern land shelf sloped more quickly than the southern one, so that
the waves that rose to crash on these rocks formed quickly and
suddenly, only about ten meters from the rocky shore. There were many
shallow caves scattered among the rocky beaches, but they were not
interconnected as their "home caves" were, and no system of tunnels
existed here.
The group was about twenty meters from the shore in five meters of
water, harvesting mollusks. Pat had created "sea bags" from some
plastic netting Michael and Gail had salvaged from the drop-off. The
bags were secured around their hips with holes for their pelvic fins,
allowing them good flexibility along their tails while keeping their
hands free for harvesting and swimming. Mu Su had the biggest bag, and
he was a very quick study, memorizing the many different types of
squids, chitons, univalves, tusk shells, bivalves, and octopi. Of
course, Xing and Mu Su had grown up eating exotic animals, unlike
everyone else, and that helped too. The others were slowly learning
and adapting to what was edible and what wasn't.
Pat sighed happily as she watched everyone at work harvesting. The
triplets were naturals in the water, and as she watched them dart in
and out of the coral, laughing and playing even as they worked-it was
hard to tell them apart. Everyone had discovered, however, that each
of them had a very different personality. Rikki and Cleo had taken
some time to come out of their emotional shells, but the last two weeks
had brought some healing. Cleo was the graceful, reserved one, and she
was unfailingly gentle. Rikki was the prankster, usually pulling
practical jokes, but she was also the leader of her sisters, willing
and ready to take risks. Emma was the mother, the worrier, and the
budding scientist who nevertheless was also the most girlish of the
triplets, reveling in her newfound femininity. Even though they were
identical triplets, each of their tails were subtly different, and-more
importantly for mermaids-their electrical signatures were easily
distinguishable from one another.
All three girls were devoted to Mu Su, who returned their devotion.
His dramatic, tiger-stripped tail flashed in the morning sun. He was
also a gentle spirit, but his martial arts training gave him a coiled
confidence that his girls adored, and Pat and the others also
appreciated. He was also randy as hell, and both he and Emma were
insatiable. They were constantly teasing and flirting with one
another, even when there was work to be done.
Pat probed behind her with her mermaid senses and found Xing and Phoebe
hard at work on the other side of the rock outcropping upon which she
sat. Xing had bonded well with Michael's pod, and this morning's
teaching tour was the first time she had ventured out without one of
her pod mates. She and Phoebe were working together, however, which
seemed to give her some confidence.
Pat stretched out her senses, taking stock of the surrounding sea. Mu
Su's pod was about forty meters further south, while Phoebe and Xing
were just behind her. Pat was perched only about two meters below the
surface, and she could sense the water as it rose and crashed into the
rocks along the shore. She realized suddenly with a clench of fear in
her gut that she could sense three men among the caves behind her. She
quickly slid down the rock to Phoebe and Xing.
"You sensed it too?" Phoebe asked.
"Three men, the second cave down," Pat said as both Phoebe and Xing
nodded. Pat sent out a high pitch pulse of vocal energy that they had
discovered was an excellent underwater alarm, and a few moments later,
Mu Su and the girls swam up to them.
"What's up?" Rikki asked.
Pat pointed with her hand to the shore, where the only sounds they
could hear were the rolling waves as they crashed into the rocks.
Everyone focused their senses up towards the beach.
"Three men, second cave down," Rikki said.
"The sea must be high today," Phoebe noted, "the water seems very
loud."
"There might be a storm further east," Pat surmised, "and the rising
waves seem to have trapped those three in that smaller cave."
"I'll go take a look," Mu Su offered. "The surf sounds a bit strong
for you ladies."
"Ha," shot back Rikki, "I'll race you!"
"No, Rikki, don't," asked Emma. "The surf is high, and Mu Su's a much
stronger swimmer than we are, and he can fight through the backwash.
We can't. It's also nearing high tide."
"High tide is only about a meter," Rikki argued.
"But with a storm to the east, it's much higher than normal," Emma
said. "That's probably why those men got trapped in the water."
Mu Su gave a quick kiss to Rikki as consolation, and swam off towards
the crashing surf. The girls spent a few tense minutes waiting, and
then he returned.
"The sea is high, and the men are up to their chests in water," he
explained. "The backwash isn't too bad in the cave, but it's strong
enough that those men aren't trying to get out the front of the cave.
It's only about two meters deep, but they aren't moving."
"Did they have any guns?" Pat asked.
"I couldn't see any," he said, "but I didn't get that close."
"We should call the others," Pat recommended.
"No," Phoebe said quietly but firmly, "we don't have time."
Pat looked around at the group and realized that all of them except for
her had suffered deeply at the hands of Alberto's men. These new
mermaids and mermen were not going to let this opportunity pass them
by. For the past two weeks, the remaining gang members had stayed far
away from the water, and most had moved up to the mountainside huts.
Their absence from the water, and the knowledge that the merfolk's
mobility on anything other than the beach would be difficult and
impossible on narrow jungle paths, had frustrated everyone. They might
now control the water, but little could be done if Alberto and his men
stayed away from it.
"First," Pat chided, "everyone breathe. I know this is personal for
you, but I will not go back to Michael and tell him that his pod-mate
got killed because we weren't thinking." Xing smiled tightly at the
reference to her status.
"I no get killed," she said with determination.
"Nevertheless," Pat said steadily, "we need a plan. How long before
the tide begins to ebb?" she asked Phoebe.
Phoebe closed her eyes and concentrated, feeling the water along the
rocks, sensing which direction it was moving, and how quickly.
"High tide crested about an hour ago," she reported. "That gives us
about two hours before the water is low enough for these guys to
escape."
"Mu Su, how big was that cave?" Pat asked.
"Thirty meters deep, about ten meters at mouth and five meters wide,
rear of cave," he reported.
"Alright," Pat said, "here's the plan."
********
Gail felt Petra's warm flanks next to her own as they wriggled to their
usual spot for spying on the beach huts, hidden in the undergrowth
along the western arm of the lagoon. For the past two weeks, there had
been very little activity at the beach huts. Alberto and his remaining
men had retreated to the mountainside huts soon after the rescue
attempt. The only exception was the two women, who still came down to
their beach hut nearly every day, but they rarely come down into the
water. They came down to cook, mostly, and usually three men came too,
using the beach tackle that they had brought ashore before their boats
had been sunk. One man always stayed up the beach, armed with a gun,
while the other two pulled in fish from the lagoon. Afterwards, the
women would clean and prepare the fish and take it back up the
mountainside.
This morning was different. No men had come down to fish. Both women
were in the surf, bathing each other. Gail and the others had learned
from the Mu Su and Xing, who had spent the longest in captivity, that
one of the women, Angara, was a cousin of Alberto. He let them keep
one another company, and in return expected his own domestic needs to
be met. He would occasionally demand the sexual services from the
women, but he preferred captives whom he could beat, rape, and kill
with impunity. Mu Su had thought that they might become allies for the
merfolk, but they didn't know how they might go about contacting them,
nor could Mu Su be sure of their loyalties to Alberto. He knew both
Angara and her lover, Saya, despised most of the gang, but Alberto was
"family." Finally, Mu Su had never heard them speak anything other
than Spanish, and so he didn't know if they even understood English or
Chinese, the two languages the pods could currently speak.
"Any body else coming?" whispered Petra as she settled next to her
sister-wife.
"Not yet," Gail said. "What's that on the beach, near their clothing?"
"I'm not sure," Petra said, trying to keep her head down even as she
raised herself up to peer at the beach where the women had left their
clothes.
"We need to get closer," Gail said, starting to wiggle backwards
towards the surf on the far side of the spit of land that enclosed the
lagoon.
"We need Michael," Petra urged as she followed her lover back to the
water.
As usual, Michael had already figured out what their collective
thoughts were, and met them in the middle of the lagoon. They decided
that they would chance a possible contact, but wouldn't reveal their
status as mermaids. They swam slowly towards the beach, keeping close
to the bottom so that they wouldn't be spotted by any lookout posted at
the hot tub high above on the mountain. When they reached a depth of
about two meters, about fifteen meters from shore, Gail rose to the
surface. Petra and Michael watched carefully, their senses fully
extended, concentrating on the reaction of the two women who were in
the surf, with the water lapping at their knees.
Gail kept her head low to the water, as there was only a gentle swell
of a few inches here in the lagoon, but the women were not looking out
at the water, but rather at the spot on the beach where the trail came
down from the mountain. They were worried about being caught by some
of the gang members as they bathed in the surf. Figures, Gail thought
to herself, the men could probably go for weeks without bathing, but
the women would be more fastidious. The two women took no notice of
her as she peered carefully at the scene before her.
The two women were short, as with most Filipinos, and while it was
difficult to tell how old they were, they were both well beyond thirty-
five. They might have been prettier in their younger days, but life as
the nursemaids to a pirate/drug gang had not been kind to them. It was
then that Gail noticed what was on the beach.
"Help us."
In English, scratched into the sand with a stick, next to their
clothes.
********
Danni and John lay on a small ledge that formed part of the listening
room. Danni had insisted that they spend a long time out of the water,
and so they had been lying together on the cave floor for over an hour.
John didn't understand why she wanted to lie on the hard, rocky floor
of the cave when they could float in the pool with ease and still hear
all the listening channels that snaked throughout the island. In the
past two days, they had learned that Alberto's men had talked
themselves out of their fear of the water, with the two women leading
the argument. The merfolk had to piece things together as the
infrequent English phrases echoed down only occasionally. The gang had
to speak English occasionally because it was the only common language
among the mixed Filipino, Thai, and Australian gang members.
This morning the two women had asked for and gotten a promise of some
privacy for bathing, and the men would come down to the beach the next
day for fishing and feasting. Two of Alberto's men had fixed the
remains of the still that John and Pat had built, and after many days
of trying, their first batch of distilled fruit punch would be ready
the next day. Alberto had encouraged these plans to build morale, and
the men had gone off to harvest food and game from the jungle while the
women went to the beach to bath, fish, and prepare for tomorrow's
feast.
As the listening posts quieted down, Danni lay next to John in the
semi-darkness of the room and concentrated on feeling dry. She knew it
was silly, but she was still adjusting to the fact that she was now a
marine mammal, of sorts. Her gills, which were not a typical mammalian
characteristic, where cushioned from the cave floor by both her thick,
soft golden hair and by her dorsal ridge that reached mid-way up her
back. Her flukes were splayed over John's tail, softly stroking his
strong muscles that rippled up and down his impressive steel grey tail.
She loved the feel of his strong, smooth flanks as they rippled under
the feathery edges of her flukes. It was sort of like feeling with her
toes, she thought. She concentrated on her tail, trying to remember
her legs, feet, and toes, but her tail didn't feel like her legs were
still there, bound up and moving together. Her tail felt like, well,
her tail. It was strong and thick, but supple and flexible at the same
time. She flexed her muscles that made her flukes spread, and then
lifted her flukes 90 degrees up and then pushed them down, easily
reaching 90 degrees in both directions. John began playing with his
own flukes as she twisted hers 180 degrees clockwise, and then again
counter clockwise, her wispy blue fringe that decorated the ends of her
fluke sparkling with faint blue light as the cool air whispered through
her fringe membranes. That rush of sensation prompted the memory of
when her beautiful sister-wife, Pat, had explained how her sparkling
blue dorsal membrane, now pleasantly squished by Danni's own weight
into the cave floor, was also one of her main sensory organs. In fact,
all her fringes on fins, flukes, and dorsal ridge could feel
temperature and texture, and were a part of how she felt her way in
dark tunnels, sensing the world around her.
She lowered her tail back onto John's, caressing him again, trickling
her fluke-fringes over his steel-gray tail, brushing herself back and
forth against him. She felt his warmth up and down along her tail, his
smooth scales rubbing hers, his muscles twitching beneath her flukes as
she tickled him. Their pelvic fins also played a game of patty-
fingers, brushing and stroking one another. Her whole body felt alive
with touch, and her heart was pounding in her chest. God, she loved
being a mermaid; a beautiful powerful, golden tail, her long golden
hair, her silvery laughter, her hourglass figure, her firm, full
breasts with their long, sensitive nipples, her delicate hands and
glimmering fingernails. She was intoxicated and intoxicating.
As Danni lay on her back, her head nestled in the crook of John's
strong arm, she lifted one hand up to her breast. She had gotten so
used to feeling her body in the water that she really wanted to feel
her body on the land. Here, her breasts sagged off to each side, but
only a little, and she enjoyed the small tightness at the center of her
chest as each breast tugged slightly outward. She watched as her
breasts rose and fell with her steady breathing. She enjoyed the
feeling of air rushing through her nostrils, something that didn't
happen when she was under water. Her gaze followed her ribs down as
they narrowed quickly to her delicate waist, which seemed all the more
delicate for being perched atop her strong and beautiful mermaid's
tail. She ran her hand around her breasts, one at a time, savoring
their fullness. She pulled at one of her long nipples, rolling it in
between her index and thumb, her webbing rustling along her hand as she
did so.
Her groin tightened, sending tendrils of warmth radiating outward from
her belly and tail. She could feel her labia opening, nearly two hand
spans below her belly button. When they had transformed into mermaids
and mermen, their sexual organs had dropped slightly into their new
tails. Their anal opening was another hand span lower, but on the same
side as their genitalia. There didn't seem to be the same
sensitivities to that repositioned opening has had existed previously,
but their new sexual organs more than made up for that lack. She could
feel her new, slightly larger, clit swell with blood as she continued
to stroke her own breasts.
"We're supposed to be listening," John murmured.
"Everyone is out and about collecting stuff for tomorrow's feast,"
Danni countered, turning on her side and rolling into his embrace. "We
can listen and nuzzle."
"Nuzzle?" asked John as he felt Danni's hand reach down his tail to
stroke along the sides of his vent. The blood rushed quickly to his
penis, and he quickly pulled on his vent muscle to release his now
growing cock into the dim light of the cave, now getting brighter as
their sexual overtures caused their bio-chemical luminescence to grow.
As he looked down at their entwined tails, he thought that it looked a
little bit like those posters from the late sixties and early
seventies: a funky UV black-light show as their tails flashed color and
light into this small space.
As Danni stroked John's fish-flanks, she marveled at how silky smooth
he felt, both in his tail and in upper torso and hair. She remembered
Pat's explanation that their new skin, scales, and hair were actually
covered with millions of tiny ridges, micronodules, that made their
bodies hydrophobic, which Danni thought was a funny word to use for
mermaids. She would never be the science student Pat wanted her to be.
What Danni cared about was how incredibly smooth and soft their skin
felt, like the purest silk, and this smoothness seemed to enhance their
own sense of touch and of being touched, because their entire body was
covered with these micronodules, tiny nanostructures that helped them
slide through the water. Danni wondered if those same micronodules
covered John's rising cock.
"Ouungh," John sighed as he felt Danni's hand grasp his stiffening cock
by the base and give it a tug.
Yes, they did. Good. Danni loved the way his cock felt in her hand,
so thick, and strong, filling with blood, throbbing in her grasp, and
yet so incredibly soft and smooth, like a silk lollipop. She lifted
herself forward, bending at her pelvis, and gave his cock a lick. She
giggled as John twitched, a bit of pre-cum visible at the tip of his
large cock. She pointed it vertically, marveling at its length, as she
waved it back and forth in the air. It stuck nearly fourteen inches
into the air. She didn't understand how it all fit inside her. She
remembered her own penis, from long ago before she changed, and was
once again grateful for all her own changes. She pointed John's back
at her mouth, and slowly let the first six inches slide past her lips.
Her left nipple brushed against John's hard stomach, and suddenly Danni
knew why she wanted to be dry. Her wonderful breasts were dangling,
not floating, and she loved the way that felt. She could feel John's
hands on her back, stroking her narrow waist, the swell of her hips,
stroking the strong muscles of her tail where it joined her body. He
ran his hands along her dorsal membrane, and once again she was
assailed by the new feelings of wonder and sensuality that her tail
created in her. She hunched her back into his caresses even as she
pushed her breasts into John's stomach and sucked on his cock with
vigor. John pushed his groin into her attentions, and lifted both of
them into the air.
"No yet," Danni breathed, her own breath now ragged with passion. "I
want this cock somewhere else."
She rolled herself onto her lover, and felt his long cock trapped
between them, reaching all the way to her belly button. She put one
hand on each of his shoulders, holding herself above him, her golden
hair cascading around her, her breasts dangling freely even as they
began to tighten with her growing milk. She flexed her flukes and tail
and lifted her body above him, holding herself with her hands and
flukes over him.
"Put it in," she begged, "help me put it in."
John reached down and grabbed his stiff cock and aimed it towards her
now dripping pussy, which was now a smooth pair of silken folds,
normally invisible but now swollen and open, pulsing in her shimmering,
beautiful tail. He looked with wonder at the beautiful creature
suspended over him. Danni's multicolored blue eyes were sparkling with
passion; her full lips were relaxed and parted as she concentrated on
moving her body over John's cock. Her full breasts with their long
nipples dangled and swayed above him as her golden body undulated
sinuously, back and forth, trying to impale herself on his stiff mast.
Her golden tail shimmered and sparkled as tendrils of light shot up
from her flukes. It was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. He
gasped as he felt her white-hot heat settle onto him, surrounding him,
making him forget that his gills and dorsal membrane were now being
pressed into the rocky cave floor by two bodies, not one.
"Finally," Danni hissed as she arched her back, marveling at her own
flexibility as she raised her torso vertically above him, his cock
rising through her body ramrod straight as she ground herself down into
her lover, their tails pressing into each others, rustling like satin
sheets. John grabbed Danni's generous hips and helped her raise and
lower her fiery pussy onto him, and he watched the wild gyrations of
her breasts as her efforts grew in intensity. She grabbed his wrists,
and together they worked so that Danni could flex both her tail and her
arms to lift herself up and down on his marvelous cock.
The angle of penetration was pushing his cock forward so that it dug
into her G-spot with each pass. Danni's passion rose quickly, like a
tornado, fed by the wonderful feelings of her breasts swelling,
bouncing, and shaking as she pounded herself into his body, again and
again. She could feel her own hair tickling her gills, her interior
muscles pulling and tugging at John's long cock. Suddenly she froze,
holding only the crown of John's cock inside her hot, and wet pussy,
savoring the way he stretched her open. Her arms were shaking with
effort as she held off her orgasm, her eyes screwed shut, her breath
held.
"Come on, you tease," groaned John as he lifted his hips into her.
"No ... ah ... wait ... ohhh ... just a ... uuuungh ... sec," Danni
begged, quivering on the edge. Then, "AAAAAHHHHHHH," she cried as she
slammed herself back down on his cock, taking him to the hilt. Her
orgasm hit her like a sledgehammer, squeezing John almost painfully.
Milk poured from her breasts, and John felt the warm sweet rainfall
covering his face and chest. Then he felt a great release of liquid
drench his cock and tail as Danni squirted in her great passion. The
feeling of hot liquid rolling off his tail sent him over the edge, and
he erupted into her, groaning with delight, both of their tails
rustling in the air of the cave as they shook in passion and release.
Now, that was worth trying again, thought John as he watched the lights
swirl in their tails. Danni collapsed into his chest, her hair
spilling over them, her breasts slick with milk sliding on his own
chest. Yes, it was messy he thought as he licked some milk from his
lips where Danni had rained down on him, but definitely worth trying
again. After all, they only had to roll into the water to clean off.
John savored the fading tremors in his tail and slowed his breathing,
stroking Danni's hair as she continued to twitch and whimper into his
chest for several minutes.
Then they heard two faint, distant, and brief thumps, followed by
equally faint, distant, and brief screams of the three men in the caves
as the triplet's barbs sank into their bodies.
********
The men were terrified when they saw the three strange, large, brightly
colored blue and white fish moving towards them along the rocky bottom
of the cave in which they were trapped. They were chest deep in the
roiling water, the occasional wave reaching all the way to the back of
the cave, dousing their heads. In their unthinking panic, one man
lowered his arm underwater towards the approaching fish, aiming his
nine-millimeter gun at the long, undulating shapes, and fired a single
shot at the approaching forms.
The report was loud, but the bullet bounced harmlessly from Emma's
side. Pat had been right; a bullet fired underwater isn't lethal
beyond one meter. Another gang member lowered the AK-47 he had been
holding above his head and the gun jammed after only one round, and
that bullet too had only traveled about two meters. The third man
never had the chance to get a shot off, as the triplets charged and
caught each man cleanly in the abdomen or leg. Mu Su, Xing, and
Phoebe, who had hung back to give the smaller triplets enough room to
maneuver for their strikes, then rushed forward and grabbed each
paralyzed man by their feet, and together, all six merfolk pulled them
back out into the sea.
Each man's eyes flared first in fear and then in desire as they saw the
strange and wondrous creatures that held them in the water. Their eyes
flickered in confusion, however, as each man slowly realized that he
could not move. Then, the subtle lines and creases of a paralyzed
human face began to clench in terror as they realized they were going
to have to breathe soon, and these beautiful creatures that surrounded
them, waiting and watching, had faces full of purpose and grim
determination. Their faces were both beautiful and terrifying, thought
Pat as she moved towards Phoebe. Phoebe shook her head, a grim look in
her eye, and turned to Rikki, floating next to her, whose venom was now
coursing through the terrified man's body.
"For my mother and father, the Henderson's," Rikki whispered into the
dying man's ear.
His eyes flashed in fearful recognition and renewed terror, but Rikki
and Phoebe held him gently, effortlessly, their eyes fixed on his,
until his breath-hold breakpoint was reached, and he breathed in a
lungful of water. There was no violent laryngospasm, as Pat had
predicted, their venom prevented this normal effort to keep water from
reaching the lungs. Mu Su and Cleo, and Xing and Emma held their men
as well, while Cleo and Emma whispered the same message, watching their
former tormentors, rapists, and thugs aspirate water, fear and loathing
burning in their eyes until the last whisper of life faded from them.
It was a remarkably gentle death.
Pat checked each man for a pulse, and when she was sure that each of
them was dead, she nodded. All of them formed a school around the dead
men, and swam them out towards the drop-off, where they knew there
would be sharks. A few strokes with a utility knife, and they would
let the ocean do the rest.
They returned to the cave, and Rikki and Cleo gathered the fallen guns,
while Emma picked up the backpack one of them had abandoned earlier.
Mu Su, Xing, and Phoebe gathered their net-bags, and they headed back
for the western caves.
It had been a good morning's work.
********
Petra, Gail, and Michael burst through the Moon Pool and shot up into
the air, the three of them forming a mermaid fountain of light, color,
and laughter. They arced up into the large cavern, feeling the noonday
sunshine down from the chimney high above. Each of them reached
backwards and grabbed their flukes, somersaulting back into the water
below. They sliced cleanly into the water, only Petra making any
splash on her reentry, her breasts too much to compensate for.
Giggling they resurfaced, giddy with their good news.
They immediately sensed a different energy between the other two pods
that were lounging on the cave floor.
"What's up?" asked Gail as she pushed herself up onto the cave floor,
water rolling off her face, hair, and breasts.
"Three down, fourteen to go," said Phoebe with a small, tight smile.
"Five down, twelve to go," said Petra as she lifted herself next to
Gail, her lavender tail twisting in the water as she gracefully settled
herself on the ledge next to her pod-mate. Well, she was looked
graceful until you noticed that her generous breasts still bobbled and
rose for several seconds after she had settled into her seat.
"You got two," asked Pat eagerly, "which ones?"
"We didn't get two," Gail explained. "We talked to two, Angara and her
lover, Saya."
"They speak English?" Mu Su exclaimed. "I never heard them talk
English."
"Well," Pat asked impatiently, "what happened?"
"You first," Gail demanded. "You actually killed someone?" she
finished with a hungry look in her eye.
"I didn't kill anyone," Pat explained, "they did," indicating Mu Su and
his pod with one hand and Phoebe and Xing with the other.
"Xing!" Gail exclaimed, grabbing her newest sister-wife into a fierce
hug, "you got one?"
"Yes," Xing said, "Cleo sting him; I hold him under."
"You're alright?" Petra asked anxiously, taking Xing from Gail's
embrace and examining her carefully, lifting her arms one at a time,
spinning her torso around, looking like a camp councilor getting a
young camper ready for a shower.
"I fine, Mom," Xing teased, giving her a kiss to soften the dig. "Pat
say our venom make gentle death."
Phoebe brought everyone up to date on how their venom worked and how
the men had drowned, what they did with the bodies, and the weapons
that they had collected and others that they found in the backpack.
The guns that had been used underwater would probably still work, but
Gail stopped their story and their speculation for a "land battle" that
Mu Su seemed to be hoping for as he showed off the nine millimeter.
"We have a better idea," she said. "Tomorrow night will be a luau on
the beach, and Angara and Saya will help us plan for a very special
evening."
"Are you sure we can trust them?" Pat asked.
"I trust them," Cleo said. "They never harmed us, and they sometimes
seemed genuinely sorry for what was happening to us."
"She's right," Emma added. "I always felt they secretly resented
Alberto, but did not have a way out."
"It was only because Alberto never said anything about their
relationship that they even stayed with him," Rikki explained.
"Lesbians are not usually visible or welcome in Filipino culture."
"We heard them talking about the luau earlier this morning," John
reported, giving Danni a smile. "So they are least telling the truth
about that."
"Hey, I know that smile," Phoebe teased, "are you sure you two were
concentrating on listening?"
"You'll have yours shortly, you minx!" John promised. "Now, what's
the plan?"
********
Well, at least these three deaths were explainable, Alberto thought as
he and his men picked through the remains of two of his men that had
washed ashore along one of the small beaches that dotted the eastern
side of the island. The sharks had ripped off most of their limbs and
tore large chunks from their torsos. Only one of his men was still
recognizable, but it was enough.
Why had they been stupid enough to go down to the water, he wondered.
They were supposed to be gathering fruit, nuts, and small game for the
luau tomorrow. He stood on the beach for a few minutes, the afternoon
sun behind him, scanning the horizon. He was down to eleven men, and
his cousin and her lover. Well, it was fewer to feed, and there was
only one person he was worried about getting off this island. Himself.
He ordered his men to leave the bodies to rot on the beach, and headed
back into the jungle.
Maybe they should dive down to the boats and see if any of the
equipment could be salvaged. They had seen no new activity in the
lagoon, found no evidence of anyone else living on the island, and he
now new that the sharks were over here on the eastern shore. Yes,
after they had the luau, they would reclaim the beach huts and begin
plans to get off this godforsaken chunk of lava.
********
Twenty-four hours later, twelve merfolk huddled together in the large
sand bowl in the middle of the lagoon, several hundred yards from the
beach. They had worked hard all day, starting by meeting with Angara
early in the morning, before sunrise, to help her with a special recipe
for the evening's meal, and then spent the morning herding fish towards
the men's fishing tackle so that the lagoon would be especially
bountiful. Now, all they could do was wait.
Now, as the sun began its journey towards the far western horizon, they
knew it had worked. The men were laughing, playing in the surf, and
feeling like the curse that had laid over them was finally being
lifted. Angara and Saya had outdone themselves, preparing a feast of
seafood, fruits, berries, and even some left over canned goods from
their stores from the boats. No one noticed anything different about
the fruit punch because it was the first time that they had ever made
any. If they had made some earlier, they might have noticed a slight
metallic taste to this batch, the result of the addition of a touch of
mermaid venom.
No, they just assumed it was the quality of the still, or how long it
had been since they were drunk. They drank it all down, without
noticing anything. As the sun neared the horizon, everyone was
settling down in the huts, fat, full, and inebriated. Soon, however,
the whisper dose of venom that Angara had added to the breadfruit and
to the punch began to work on their bodies. Soon they were all asleep,
even more than asleep, because when Saya fired three times into the
sky, no one moved.
Well, the last shot she fired wasn't into the sky, and Angara couldn't
blame her when it blasted through one of Alberto's men instead, the one
who had beaten and raped her a few months ago, before Alberto put a
stop to it because he wanted his own meals cooked and prepared by women
who could still hold pots. After all, Saya, who was a forty-three
year-old virgin until that awful moment, deserved to get her revenge.
She was only a little bit sorry that he was asleep when she shot him,
but only a little.
As the merfolk emerged from the water, Angara then enjoyed watching
Saya as she saw all three pods for the first time, not just Gail's
beautiful face and shoulders in the water. Angara had been surprised
when all twelve merfolk ambled up onto her beach in the early morning
light, but she was pretty sure Saya didn't quite understand who their
new allies actually were. Saya's reaction had proven that she was
right, as she was stunned. But she quickly recovered and told Angara
that she had never seen anything more beautiful in her life. Together,
humans and merfolk, they worked quickly, and soon the remaining eleven
men were bound and tied on the beach.
"They no muerto?," asked Angara in her broken Spanglish.
"No, they're just unconscious," Pat reported, checking on one of the
men. "We didn't give them enough to make their hearts stop beating.
We would have to give each of them two full strikes directly."
"They be muerto pronto," Angara stated, smiling.
"Are you sure you want all of them dead?" Pat asked.
"Si, dead," Saya agreed.
"Angara, did you explain to her how our numbers worked?" asked Petra.
"No, Siento," she apologized.
Pat had them sit down next to her on the beach as she carefully went
through each pod, explaining how each of them had come to be. As she
pointed to the colorful pods who had gathered into their family units,
Angara translated for Saya, who's English was not very good. As their
understanding grew, the eyes of the two women grew wide with amazement.
When Pat explained how the mermaids had very high social needs, and
that if there were no men in a pod, one of them would probably change
into a male, the two women broke into feverish Spanish. After a few
moments, they seemed to have reached an agreement.
"Me hago un hombre?" Saya stated.
Angara explained that Saya could never accept the attention of a male,
but that she would be willing to become one to keep her lover as her
mate.
"You want to become the man?" asked Pat carefully, pointing to John for
reference.
"¿Sí, quiero hacerme como él?" Saya corrected, pointing at Michael and
Mu Su.
"Right," Pat said, seeing that Saya really did understand how those
mermen had come to be-both former girls-like she would become.
"Is there anyone here who you would consider making a female member of
your new pod?" Phoebe asked. "Just the two of you might be difficult,
and three or even four of you would be better."
The two women broke into more Spanish, and after a few moments, Angara
walked over to one of the younger members of the gang, and rolled him
over onto his back. He was a Filipino male, about twenty-five years
old. Lakan, was his name, Angara explained, and he was just a kid who
got recruited by Alberto some years back, and he never seemed to have
the taste for cruelty that most of the others did. No others, however,
would even be considered. They were animals ... worse than animals,
because they tortured their own for mere pleasure.
With that settled, the former victims of Alberto and his gang, except
for Danni, took the remaining gang members unconscious bodies down to
the water for an evening swim, except for Alberto and Lakan. The men
helped the women drag the bodies to the water, and then each mermaid
and merman took an unconscious man into the surf. An hour later, Pat,
Danni, and John watched as everyone else returned to the lagoon, empty
handed. No one said a word, but there was a fierce satisfaction in
everyone's eyes.
Everyone returned to the fire Saya had kept going, and waited for
Alberto and Lakan to wake up.
********
His head was pounding, his ears were ringing, and he was vaguely
conscious of his hands being tied behind his back. He blinked, and
thought he saw a fire, but surrounding the fire were thousands of
jewels, sparkling with color and inner light. He struggled towards
consciousness, and soon he was able to focus his eyes. At first, he
was tempted to sit up in shock, but he had made it this far in a
dangerous life by being careful, so he didn't stir. It took inhuman
effort to do so, but he kept his eyes to mere slits as he took in the
unbelievable sight before him.
There, assembled around the fire, were mermaids and mermen! He counted
his breaths and pushed his limbs against the cords so he could feel the
bindings cut into him, causing pain to course up his arms and legs.
Yes, he was awake, and yes, those were mermaids. That blonde one, with
the blue scales and webs sitting next to the steel-gray merman, yes,
she was the one in the water a few weeks ago, and he must have been the
shark. Alberto cursed himself for not having seen through that
charade, even as he still tried to absorb the existence of creatures
out of myth and fantasy.
None of his men were visible, but his cousin and her ugly lover were
sitting among the mermaids, chatting and listening as the group talked.
He could see the two Henderson girls, and he thought he recognized that
Australian brat, but where was her uncle? And there was a third
Henderson girl! What? He tried to figure out who all these
people/mermaids were, and he only grew more confused. How had they
come here, how did the Henderson girls go from two to three? And there
was one of the Chinese girls, Shou something, but where was that bitch,
Mai Lin?
As he listened to their conversations, trying to figure out who was who
and what was what, Alberto slowly realized that everyone was talking
about the people in their lives that he or his men had killed, and that
he had woken up as they were mourning the loss of loved ones. This was
not a good time to let them know that he was now awake, and he had no
illusions as to what they had planned for him. He felt with his arms
for the small hard bump sewn into the rear of his pants, and when his
wrists found the hard edge of his hidden derringer, he almost cried
with relief. He didn't know where his men were, but he suspected that
they were all dead.
No, wait. He could see young Lakan lying near Angara. Perhaps not all
was lost. If he could survive this crisis, then he could see about
getting rescued before his own boss tracked him down. The thought of
explaining all this to his boss, Malaki, a man even more ruthless than
he was, made his blood run cold. Without his boats, his records, and
his passwords, Alberto's own skimming would become visible, and Malaki
would kill him for the millions he had kept for himself. First, he had
to survive, and to that end, he silently worked on the ropes around his
wrists.
********
"And so, I will miss them always," Emma sobbed, "but even more so
because they will never know how happy I am now."
Rikki and Cleo leaned into their sister as Mu Su gathered his strong
arms around all three of them. He held them all quietly, the rest of
the pods watching in respectful silence, as the three girls finally
mourned their parents. No one said anything more, but just listened to
the fire's crackle and the girls' quiet sobs.
It had been a long evening. The evening stars had come out, and the
moon was full and bright over the eastern arm of the lagoon. The
mermaids could all see quite clearly, their eyes adjusting to the
darkness automatically. Gail looked with brittle hatred in her eyes at
Alberto where he lay. Suddenly, she noticed that his eyes were
actually alert and open behind the carefully held slits to which he had
held himself.
"He's awake," she said rising, and going around Michael to reach the
recumbent captive.
Several things happened at once, and the moonlight illuminated
everything ... every detail ... with an eerie clarity that no one there
would ever forget. Alberto pulled one hand from behind his back and
pointed a small, shiny weapon at Gail. But Gail didn't back off, and
kept coming.
"You've already shot me twice, you sonofabitch," she snarled, "go ahead
and try it again."
As she started for him, Michael saw the determination in Alberto's eyes
and sprang from his spot beside the fire, lifting his entire body into
the air, hurtling towards Gail. At the same moment, John launched
himself towards Alberto, arcing over the fire in an impossible display
of athleticism. Mu Su tossed aside his girls and launched himself into
the air, equally intent on destroying this insect of a man.
In the milliseconds that followed, time seemed to slow down to a crawl.
Pat, Danni, and Phoebe screamed in horror as they saw their mate sail
towards Alberto's loaded gun. Petra and Xing were frozen in terror as
they saw Gail charging even as Michael's leap propelled him forward.
The triplets screamed as they rose from the sand where Mu Su had thrown
them and watched as his yellow and black stripes flashed in the
firelight headed straight for danger. Alberto saw three mermen flying
towards him, and Gail charging him on the ground. She was closest. He
aimed at her chest and fired.
Before he could aim at a second target, John's barb was in his chest,
his body slamming into his, and he before his head hit the sand, he
could feel his body going numb. He felt a second sting as Mu Su's barb
punctured his thigh, and Mu Su's carefully placed elbow thumped on his
chest. That hurt, despite the growing numbness.
Michael's leap had carried him forward, catching Gail's low charge, and
dragging her out of harm's way, but as he twisted in the air,
protecting his mate, the tiny bullet pierced his spine, ricocheted off
his vertebrae, and splintered into his lungs. The pain was
excruciating, and he knew he was paralyzed. Worse, he could feel his
lungs fill up with blood.
Gail felt Michael go limp as they hit the sand together. And by the
time the other mermaids had rushed over to them, she was holding
Michael in her arms. She could feel Petra and Xing rush to her side,
and she felt a slick warmth oozing between her webbed fingers as she
cradled his dorsal ridge.
"Oh, Michael," she whispered, "what have I done?"
"Gail," he struggled, coughing up blood. "You are my warrior, my
sister, (cough) ... my lover ... never forget."
"Quick take my milk," urged Petra frantically.
"No, love," Michael whispered, "No time ... this ... more important."
His body was wracked with spasms and he coughed up more blood. "I will
... always ... be with you ... all" he whispered, "Petra is pregnant,
and you," he held Gail in a fierce gaze," and you ... must be ... be
... the fadthurrrrrrrr." Micheal's eyes fluttered, and then relaxed
into an sightless gaze at the stars.
The moment seemed to hang in the air, the sky and stars frozen in
place. Even the sea was silent. No one breathed.
"Noooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" Gail's cry pierced the night, ripped
from her chest like a rusty knife. Petra and Xing collapsed on their
pod-mate, also wailing, while the rest held their breath in stunned
silence.
Many moments passed in mute agony and horror.
Then, Gail slowly laid down her lover's head, now lifeless, and fixed
his hair. She had an eerie calm about her. She turned to her wailing
sister-wives, and lifted up their chins. She held their eyes, and they
choked back their sobs, strengthened by the force of Gail's will, and
together they salamandered slowly and deliberately over to where
Alberto lay. John and Mu Su backed away slowly as the three mermaids
approached, death in their eyes.
Alberto lay conscious but unmoving as he saw the three faces loom over
his. If he had been able to move, he would have cowered. As it was,
his eyes shone bright with fear.
"Yours will not be a gentle death," Gail said with unnatural calmness.
"Gail," Pat began.
"No!" Gail, Petra, and Xing said together.
"Then here," Pat said as she held out a knife to Gail.
"No, I won't need that," Gail said in her surreal, calm way, and ripped
Alberto's pants off his unmoving body with a single pull.
********
A mermaid's fingernails are surprisingly strong, thought Phoebe as she
looked at her own hands as she scoped up the last handful of red-
stained sand and dropped it into the bucket she had for this purpose.
It had taken everyone but Gail, Petra, and Xing the better part of the
morning to clean up the mess that Alberto's death had caused. The
other pods had watched in horror and understanding as the three
grieving pod-mates vented their outrage and vengeance upon the immobile
man. It had only taken a few minutes, but Alberto had remained
conscious right up to the point when Gail's barbs on her flukes had
pierced his skull, slamming down through his eyes as his blood spilled
from the stumps of his limbs which had been ripped off with inhuman
strength. When they were done, the three exhausted widow-mermaids had
dragged the Alberto's pieces into the sea. They wouldn't let anyone
else help with their grizzly task.
Phoebe dumped the bucket into the surf, letting the ocean wash away the
blood. She looked around at the beach, checking for any further signs
of last night's deadly business. She only saw the signs of where each
of the two remaining pods had spent the previous evening. It was the
first night most of them had spent on dry land for many weeks, and
Phoebe was surprised at how comfortable the sand had been, sitting with
her pod mates, entwined together in grateful acknowledgement that fate
had spared them.
Gail and the others had returned about an hour after they left with
Alberto's remains, and they picked up Michael's body. Pat had offered
to help, but all three mermaids had simply shaken their heads in
silence, and gathered their mate into their arms and returned to the
sea. Phoebe had nearly stopped them to ask if they could examine
Michael's body, but Pat stopped her.
"This is not a time for science," Pat whispered as the three widow-
mermaids disappeared into the water.
Both John's and Mu Su's pods had stayed upright on the sand, in a mute
salute as the three mermaids struggled with their burden, and they
remained there, frozen in their vigil, hours later as the sun came up.
No one moved, no one spoke, no one slept, not even Angara and Saya,
until Lakan had stirred awake after the sun had lifted itself ten
degrees off the horizon.
After Lakan was fully awake, Pat, with Angara translating, explained
what his options were, and while he was not looking forward to becoming
a woman, or a mermaid, he seemed grateful for the chance to live. He
asked who the three missing mermaids were, having never met them, but
Angara assured him that "he" would never meet them, but "she" would.
Three days later, they finally returned.
********
One day before that return, seven mermaids and three mermen floated in
the Moon Pool while Lakan sat fearfully in the cave, waiting for his
turn. They had started with Saka two days ago, who became Agba in
about twelve hours; his new Filipino name meant "courage." Afterwards
Angara had made her transition in about ten hours. Now it was his
turn. He already had immature gills on his back thanks to the feedings
they had given him. He had enjoyed those despite knowing what they
were doing to him. Danni's breasts were his favorite, with her classic
blonde looks, long nipples, and supple body. He had to be restrained
for this morning's feeding because he kept pawing at her body,
determined to enjoy his last hours as a man.
Agba rose up as soon as Angara had finished changing. He was a small
merman compared to John or Mu Su, but he was large for a Filipino man,
over seven feet in length with an impressive silver and black-stripped
tail. He had regressed in age as he changed, and appeared to be a
healthy man, well ... merman, in his early twenties. He had broad
shoulders and a strong jaw. His hair was black as were his eyes, and
the look he gave Lakan brokered no negotiations. Lakan merely sighed
as he slipped reluctantly into the pool.
He discovered himself facing Angara, who had equally regressed in age,
and was beautiful, more beautiful than he could have possible imagined.
She had radically changed and was lovely in her shimmering silver-white
tail with a whisper of pink along her fins, flukes, and webbing. Her
hair was also white, and her eyes were blue, a striking combination.
Like Agba, she was small, about the same size as Xing, but she had
lovely breasts and a tiny waist. Her dorsal membrane looked like
finest lace as it fluttered in the water behind her. She was finishing
a squid, as everyone was eating after her transition in the pool,
rather than above in the cave. She swallowed the last of her meal, and
he gulped as she reached out her arms for him.
The entire group intoned, "Liga take from Angara her milk and receive
from her your tail." Liga was to be his new name, which meant "light,"
and they were speaking because they knew he would refuse. Even as he
felt Angara's arms cradle his head to her breast, and even as his lips
began drinking from her, he still felt a great turmoil inside; he would
not will this to happen. They would have to force him.
Pat had known Lakan would go down fighting, and so when Angara had
finished, before Agba had risen to fetch him, she had coached everyone
on what to do. They would will him to change. Agba wanted Liga to
become a black mermaid to Angara's white, and everyone agreed on what
Liga would look like, and more importantly, how the future mermaid
should behave. She would be a devoted mate to Agba and sister-wife to
Angara. Pat also enjoyed the pun buried in Lakan's new name, he would
be black in color, but light hearted in nature-if this experiment
worked.
Lakan felt the energy build slightly from Angara's milk, and he
struggled as Angara guided him towards Pat. He could hear them all
humming.
"Liga, take from Pat her milk and receive from her your tail," they all
chanted.
Pat took the reluctant man to her breast, and he could not stop himself
from suckling at her large nipples. Pat focused her mind, even as she
felt the customary pleasure >from a feeding flow through her body, on
feminine thoughts, and reveling in the feelings of a female body, the
wonder of erogenous zones that encompass whole areas of a body, rather
than centered in a penis. She felt the milk flow from her breasts, and
thought of the joy she felt when she finally accepted her journey into
womanhood. She switched breasts, and renewed her focus on Liga
becoming a beautiful mermaid, deeply bonded to Agba and Angara. She
could feel his resistance, but it faded some as she focused her will
upon him. When he had drained her breasts, she pushed him to Danni.
Lakan could feel the forces building, and he was trying to fight them.
He couldn't stop himself from drinking, however, and he knew that each
drop was pushing him further and further away from manhood and deeper
and deeper into a new world that he feared. He could not shut out
their humming, their energy, or their will.
"Liga, take from Danni her milk and receive from her your tail," they
repeated.
Lakan was almost eager to return to Danni's wonderful breasts, but he
did not reach for her. Instead, she gathered him into her arms, and
guided his trembling lips to her nipples. She too focused on the great
joy she had discovered when she changed from man to woman, and then
again from woman to mermaid. She poured those thoughts into the milk
that flowed from her breasts into the slender man she held.
Lakan could feel his body growing rigid, his legs stiffening towards
the bottom of the pool. How could that be, he wondered. They told him
he would first become a woman and then become a mermaid. He fought
against the forces that seemed to be both within his body and
surrounding him in the water, pressing in on him from all sides, but
his body would not respond to his own will. He could feel pressure at
his waist and shoulders pushing in, and pressure at his hips pushing
out. Even as he reluctantly continued to drink from Danni's breasts,
his body began its journey towards womanhood.
"Liga, take from John his semen and receive from him your tail," the
group chanted as they pushed him towards the enormous merman, whose
equally large cock stood stiff in the water, pointed at his face.
Lakan turned away, but Danni and Pat held his arms and Angara held his
legs, and moved him towards John's body. He turned his head from side
to side, but that only succeeded in making John's penis slap his face
and brush against his lips. A drop of pre-cum caught his lips on his
second pass, and the taste froze him in the water. Pat reached up and
opened his mouth with her fingers as John slowly inserted his cock into
the reluctant transformee's mouth. As soon as John's cock reached the
back of his throat, a great spurt of semen gushed forth, and Lakan's
gag reflex took over, and he swallowed down the load. Another spurt
followed, and Lakan took that one down, and another, and another.
Finally, the mermaids stopped holding him, and he floated free from
John's cock, horrified at what was happening to him.
"Liga, take from Rikki her milk and receive from her your tail," the
group repeated as Angara, still holding Lakan's legs, moved him to her.
Rikki took the now trance-like Lakan to her lips, noting that he was
already well on his way to womanhood. His slender torso had become
more so, and his hips had widened considerably. His hair was longer,
and his face was softer. His hands and shoulders were dramatically
smaller, and his eyes were larger. He drank from her deeply.
"Liga, take from Cleo her milk, and receive from her your tail," they
said. He wanted to turn away, but he could not. He drank from Cleo's
breasts, no different from Rikki's, and felt his manhood slip further
and further away. He was now mostly a woman, he could tell. But they
would never get his mind, he vowed.
"Liga, take from Emma her milk, and receive from her your tail," they
chanted and then resumed their humming. There was something different
about Emma's breasts, and he found himself sucked into an energy he had
not felt before. Emma focused her mind clearly on her own very recent
journey into womanhood, and thrilled to the incredible feelings that
washed over her as she was a feeder for the first time. She poured her
love of all things girlish into her milk, into Lakan, and she pressed
her whole body into his increasingly female body. Pat had joined
Angara at Lakan's legs, and his body was now visibly feminine.
"You love breasts, don't you?" Emma whispered to the increasingly
feminine Lakan who nodded wordlessly into her breast, still sucking at
her nipple. "Come on Liga, let me see your breasts," she urged. "Push
out, you can do it, nice breasts with pert sensitive nipples. You want
breasts, you know you do."
Liga couldn't help it. She did want breasts, and so she pushed. It
felt incredible; her breasts slowly rose on her chest even as she
switched to Emma's other breast. She could feel her nipples expand
into the water, crinkling up with tension as they grew, a delicious
itching deep within her chest.
"Liga, take from Mu Su his semen and take from him your tail," they
chanted again. Liga could feel her legs stiffening further as Pat and
Angara rubbed her long, slender limbs, so soft and feminine. She
reached forward with her own hand, and guided Mu Su's cock to her
mouth, and swallowed each spurt as it flowed into her body. The energy
was really building now, and she could feel with swirling forces within
and without her body.
"Liga, take from Agba his semen and take from him your tail," they sang
a final time.
"Yes, Agba ... give me my tail," Liga gasped, filled with sudden need
and barely able to contain herself.
She fell on to Agba's cock and pulled deeply on it. She was instantly
rewarded with hot rush of semen that gushed into her mouth. Another,
and another, and another! She sucked harder, and was rewarded with
another, and yet another. Agba arched in his orgasm, and focused on
Liga's journey towards his future pod-mate.
Liga pulled back as Pat and Angara floated away from her legs. Her
arms seemed to be pulled by a force outside herself, stretching out
horizontally in the water, her head erect, her toes rigidly pointed
towards the bottom of the pool. She could feel her dramatically
changed body in the water, the cool caress of water on her neck, her
breasts, her tummy, her hips, her crotch, and her rigid legs. She hung
there for all time and no time at all. The water she could feel
lapping at her crotch, caressing her thighs, began to feel warm, and
she pushed down on her crotch with her stomach muscles, clenching her
back as well in her effort to push down her crotch.
The others watched as Liga moaned into the water, her body pulsing with
energy, as the familiar slow-motion spasm rolled through her body.
They were all humming in unison, watching her slowly transform into a
beautiful mermaid. Her legs fused, and then her tail lengthened. Her
flukes then appeared, and then her fins and dorsal membrane, and
finally her webbing and her final growth of hair signified that the two
and one half days were nearly finished.
Liga could not feel time pass, but she felt a growing urge rise within
her. She pushed hard, her whole body caught up in the incredible
effort, and felt her tail reach for the bottom of the pool. She could
feel the strange and painful sensation of her bones breaking,
reforming, and knitting themselves back together. Even as she
recovered from that ordeal, she could feel her flukes push out from her
tail, and then her fins at her sides. Long, sinewy muscles formed and
attached themselves to her pelvis, torso, and tail. She could feel her
tail forming scales, crawling down from her waist, cascading over her
flanks, and spreading out over her flukes. Waves of energy crashed up
and down her body, reshaping and reforming her into a petite, lovely
mermaid.
Then a great bubble of energy rose up from her new womb and percolated
through her body, rising finally through her head and scalp. She
arched her body in a spasm of ecstasy, and when she opened her eyes,
she could see her beautiful tailfin fluttering in the afternoon
sunlight that filtered down into the Moon Pool.
She straightened out, and looked down at herself. She was beautiful.
She had velvet black scales with hints of purple and blue shimmering
below the surface, and her fins, flukes, and webbing were trimmed with
a delicate white lace. She turned and admired the sweep of her hips
out from her waist, and the long fluttering white of her dorsal
membrane.
She turned to see Agba and Angara floating before her, and a deep
feeling of love and lust welled up from within her. She darted forward
in the water, and the three of them were quickly caught in a swirling
tangle of fins, tails, and arms. Never before had she felt such need,
and she begged Agba to fulfill her need, uncaring of the other pods
still in the pool. She remembered her past, but now it seemed
distasteful, and the wondrous gift of a new life, a fresh start, with a
supple and beautiful body was not to be denied.
Nothing had ever felt like this need, and Liga reached down to Agba's
already stiff cock, and pointed it at her virgin opening. She turned
to Angara and kissed her deeply as she felt Agba begin to push slowly
into her, his penis pushing past her outer lips, silky soft even as
they stretched in a wonderful tension around his invading cock. She
felt his head glide past her birth canal, sliding up and in, steadily
pushing relentlessly forward. She could feel the veins along the
outside of his cock as it pushed into her now willing and eager body.
Her virginity gave way with barely a ripple, and still his cock pushed
inwards.
As his hips met her own, Liga could feel the full length and strength
of her husband-pod-mate's cock. His tail was pushed into her own, her
labia stretched taught around his thick cock, her clitoris throbbing as
his top ridge on his vent poked at it. He slowly pulled his cock back
out, pausing at the top of his stroke, holding just the tip of his cock
inside her hot and eager pussy.
Then Agba began to stroke in and out of her vagina, his hands at her
hips, drawing him into her again and again. She didn't notice as the
other pods fell into their own groups, seeking the healing and
sanctuary of their own mates. Liga only knew her pod-mates, Angara
stroking and pinching her nipples, Agba's cock sawing in and out of her
new opening, and that fullness that stretched her insides in a
pleasurably agonizing way. When she found her release, seconds later,
she passed out in delirium.
*******
Gail looked around her at the circle of mermaids floating in the Moon
Pool, and she steeled herself to the task she knew she must do. Petra
was pregnant, as everyone had discovered. Her electrical pattern had
changed infinitesimally, and when they thought about it, they had
agreed that she was now five days late on her period. Gail had been
right, she acknowledged silently to herself, Petra was the first to
conceive. Now, Gail must become the father.
She had spent the three days in mourning over the loss of their beloved
Michael, but the urge to change had built up steadily from her two
sister-wives. She recognized their need, and they had returned to the
group to affect the quickest change possible, and surprisingly, she had
been able to eat large amounts of food for the last few hours, and
everyone had joined in the effort to fill her with the raw materials
she would need for the change. As the sun set, and the moon rose over
their chimney, she hoped that she was ready for her final
transformation.
She floated to Xing, who was still trying to control her emotions, but
was crying, despite her best efforts. Strange, Gail thought as she
looked at the beautiful young Asian mermaid, you can still see tears
underwater.
"Xing, my beautiful flower of the sea," she began, "will you give me
your milk so that I can become your mate?"
"Oh, Gail," Xing sobbed, "thank you much become Gabriel," using the
name Gail had decided to use. "Take me so you give me child."
Gabriel, yes, Gabriel sounded good, she/he thought to himself as he/she
heard it spoken for the first time. Gabriel floated forward and took
the delicate Xing into his/her arms and kissed her first, then sank to
her breast and began to drink. Gabriel drank deeply from her/his pod-
mate, draining her, and then moved to Pat.
"I must drink from you so that I may join John as a male," she/he
intoned, "will you help me become a man?"
"Come, Gabriel," Pat said with great gentleness and admiration, "drink
from me."
Gabriel could feel the great power in Pat's breasts begin to build the
energy she/he would need to make the transition, but she/he held it in
check. Gabriel then drank from Danni, Phoebe, Angara, Liga, and then
the triplets, each time building power but each time holding those
forces in check with her/his indomitable will.
Finally, filled with the energy of the mermaids, and feeling the
distant masculine energy of John, Mu Su, and Agba as they waited above,
Gabriel/Gail faced Petra, unchanged other than the tremendous energy
that she/he held within his/her body.
"I am ... unchanged ... until I come to you ... my love," Gabriel
struggled to get the words out in Gail's still unchanged voice. "You
were my ... first ... true ... love, and so you will ... remain ...
forever. Let me drink from you ... and become ... the man of your
dreams."
"Oh, Gabriel," Petra gasped, touched by the gesture and the effort that
Gail was exerting to hold back those forces she could see surging
within her/his body. "Drink from me my love, and be ours," she said as
she looked at the still crying Xing. As Gabriel drifted towards one of
Petra's generous breasts, Petra pulled Xing to her other breast.
"Drink too, my love," she whispered to Xing, "drink and be healed."
Gabriel and Xing made contact with Petra's breasts at the same moment,
and both women arched into enormous orgasms. Xing drank the warmth and
sweetness the poured from Petra as she felt the energy that Gabriel had
stored and was now releasing throughout his body.
Gabriel could sense the crystal clear image in Petra's mind, and he
liberated the forces that swirled within him. He felt his body push
outward in all directions throughout his body as his change converted
the bulk and food he had stuffed himself with into more bone, muscle,
and sinew. He felt his shoulders stretch out, and his arms lengthen,
even as his tail grew longer and stronger, and a dorsal fin pushed
outward from his backside. Without stopping his efforts at pulling the
transformative milk from Petra's breasts, he pushed hard with his
abdomen, and he felt his womb fall deep within his tail, tingling and
transforming. After a few moments, he felt a new force rising up
through his tail, poking out his now changed vent, and then rising into
the water. He could feel his new cock, stiff and hot in the cool
water, throbbing with need. But still he pulled from Petra's breast.
The rest of the mermaids watched in wonder as Gabriel's tail darkened
to the same obsidian black with silver highlights that Michael had once
had, and how Gail's stark beauty was changed into a subtle reflection
of Michael's rugged good looks. His hair didn't change, but Pat
suspected that it would eventually slough off and become shorter like
John's and Mu Su's. His eyes, however, were still the vibrant, dark,
violet eyes of Gail, darkened now by grief and effort. Gabriel also
looked a little gaunt as he finished his change, probably because of
the need for his body to add more bulk to the larger bones and muscles
he had just created.
Gabriel's change had taken only a few minutes, but for Gabriel it
seemed only a few seconds. Now he floated with his two pod mates while
John's, Mu Su's, and Agba's pods each found release in their own
corners of the Moon Pool. He was now nearly as tall as John, and he
looked at the lush, womanly Petra with great love and great sadness.
"He knew before you did," he whispered.
"I don't know why I didn't know that I was pregnant," Petra wondered.
"It because you not born woman," Xing said. "You have few periods.
You no could know," she said as she rested her hand on Petra's belly.
"Her name will be ... Michelle," Petra said, holding Xing's hand on her
belly while reaching out to bring Gabriel into a kiss. Xing stroked
Petra's hair as Gabriel kissed Petra. Petra's kisses became more
urgent, and she began pulling at Gabriel's body, pushing herself to
him.
"Shouldn't we be careful with the baby," Gabriel worried.
"No," Petra panted into his ear, "this is more important."
Gabriel's heart wrenched as he heard Michael's last words repeated, but
he understood what Petra meant. And she was right, this was more
important. He gave himself over to the rising blood in his cock,
pulled his vent open, and let his new mast rise in the water.
"Oh, Gabriel," Petra moaned as she felt his cock brush against her
belly, "I want you so badly."
Xing helped guide his cock to Petra's eager vent, and then wrapped her
own tail around her pod-mates as they began to make love. Gabriel now
understood why Michael had given himself so easily, so eagerly, and so
often to Petra as he felt her welcoming warmth pull his long cock deep
within her. He could feel her muscles rippling along his shaft, even
as she cooed into his ear, nuzzling him, constantly urging him, "More,
more, ... more," in her soft, sweet voice. "Harder, harder, harder,"
she continued, as his rhythms grew more and more urgent, their bodies
slapping together. As Gail, her silence was cold, but as Gabriel his
silence was masculine. Nevertheless, he had to tell her how he loved
her.
"Petra, oh .... God ... Petra," Gabriel moaned, as his body began to
gather sperm deep within his tail, his stiffness reaching down to his
mid-tail fins. He could feel Xing perched on his left shoulder, her
breasts pressed into his torso as her clit was pressed to his pelvic
fin. He could feel his right fin vibrating in the water, and their
entwined tails all glittering with their need, shaking and twisting as
they made love for the first time as male and female. "Petra ... I ...
uh ... love ... oh ... you," he gasped as they pounded into each other.
"Oh, Gabriel ... I ... love ... you ... too ... more ... more ....
Again ... right there ... oooohhhh ... more ... my love,
AAAAAHHHHHHHHH," Petra murmured as softly as she could into Gabriel's
ear as she tried to stifle the volume of her orgasm that ripped through
her lush and womanly body, her tail quivering in spasms, her body
clenching around Gabriel's stiff cock.
"Arrrrrrrrrrghhhhhhhhhh," Gabriel groaned as his release came, pulsing
up from deep within, locking their bodies together in a passionate
embrace. As they both quivered in the free-fall tumble of their love,
he reached for Petra's beautiful face with his hands, their bodies
still twitching, and kissed her deeply. He then turned and kissed Xing
who was still coming down from her own orgasm, their bodies surrounded
by the milk released from the girls.
"Her name will be Michelle," he whispered again. Both women nodded
happily.
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