Changes in Paradise: 07
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Changes in Paradise: 07 - Sharks, Submarines, and Salvage
By Patricia
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The moonlight filtered down from the chimney hole, high above the pool.
It glimmered on the surface of the pool that dominated the medium sized
cavern at the bottom of the tall chimney room, sending soft sparkles of
moonlight bouncing around the rocks and walls. Pat sat, breathing
heavily, on the edge of the pool, finishing off a chuck of dried fish
as she admired the flashing moonlight reflected from the gently
churning pool from which she had just emerged.
She was hungry after her long swim today, the last trek of her two-week
trip with John to explore and survey several of the many shipwrecks
they had discovered within a few days swim of the island. The two of
them had returned only moments ago, and Danni and Phoebe attacked John
with a welcome that made it clear that John would be eating later-much
later. Pat enjoyed one quick, magnificent, orgasm at John's hip while
Danni quivered on John's cock, and Phoebe occupied John's other hip.
Now, herself temporarily sated, Pat enjoyed her brief solitude and her
late-night meal.
Pat smiled with the recent memory of John's feeble protestations that
he was hungry as Phoebe pulled herself onto his still stiff cock. He
was silenced by her feverish kisses as she pushed herself onto him.
Pat looked at the sparkling surface of the pool, and saw that the
entire pool was now clouded by wisps of white that swirled in every
corner of the pool, and within denser clouds of white, she could see
flashes of color and shapes. Danni and Phoebe's passion had ignited
the other pods, and everyone was making love.
Pat gazed up into the moonlight, feeling the cool light as it played
along her delicate features, and watched as the gently roiling water
cast shimmering reflections of the moon that darted across the high
cavern ceiling. She listened to the sound of the water lapping along
the edges of the pool and her own flukes as they trailed in the water.
She felt her long red hair as it curled along her shoulders, cascaded
down her back, and felt one thick lock that fell gently across her left
breast. Her body was still quivering from her reunion orgasm, her
breasts still tight with milk. She looked down at her body, feeling
her own soft thick hair shift along her gills, shoulders, and breast.
She gazed along her feminine shoulders and followed the swell of two
large mounds that dramatically sloped away from her once male chest,
ending at two small domed areolas at the ends of her large breasts,
each tipped with a fat nipple that still leaked her mermaid's milk.
Even from this angle she thought her breasts were beautiful.
She flicked her stray lock of hair back over her shoulder and swung her
shoulders in the sheer joy of being female, feeling her heavy breasts
sway and tug at her chest. As her breasts slowly came to a rest, she
continued her gaze down to where her flat stomach merged with her
shimmering green tail, admiring the sweep of her waist inwards down
from her breasts and than back out to the generous swell of her hips.
She ran her free hand along her tiny waist, down to the joint between
her human and mer halves, teasing herself along that line, tracing the
slight texture differences that marked the joining. Her abdomen jerked
and twitched, echoing her recent orgasm, as she caressed herself across
her tummy. Her whole body felt alive with sensation, even her dorsal
ridge that was pressed to the cave floor by her own weight quivered in
delightful feelings.
She continued her gentle trickling of her fingertips down along her
hips to her pelvic fins, which were really flippers-except that they
looked just like her tailfin, shimmering green fins with strong bony
ridges that could support her considerable weight, following one of the
spines outward to the pink fringe that fluttered along the trailing
edge. Her pelvic and mid-tail fins were shaped like traditional
dolphin flippers (their pectoral fins), and they felt like little
limbs. Pat didn't know what they felt like when she compared her
feelings now to her past human memories, both male and female memories.
They felt like ... very short arms, she decided as she stroked the
length of her pelvic fin. For the next several minutes, she savored
the swells of pleasure that still pulsed through her feminine body, the
muscles that joined her fins to her body/tail twitching and jumping as
she continued her self-stimulation.
Very pretty fins, she thought to herself as she caressed the dusting of
pink along the edges, which was matched with similar pink fringes along
her dorsal ridge and along the trailing edges of her flukes. Her
fringes were all sensitive, and her fin-muscles quivered pleasantly
from the sensations her self-caresses caused along the ends of her
long, strong fins.
She again marveled at her own new anatomy. Not only was she now a
female of the species, but also she was a whole new species. Her three
sets of fins/flukes were incredibly tough for appendages that could
still sense touch, temperature, and texture. Many times, she caught
herself scrambling over rocks, along the sand on the beach, or over the
cave floor, worried that her fins would prove fragile. The salamander
gait the mers used on land was not nearly as beautiful as their
swimming gaits, and Pat smiled as she thought how John always looked
like he would damage himself as he launched himself over rocks, sand,
scrub trees, and whatever else was in his way. Their fins weren't
fragile, however; pelvic, mid-tail, and flukes were all as tough as
nails, seemingly impervious to the sharp coral, rough sand, or jagged
rocks.
As Pat ran her hands back up along her stomach to her breasts, she
thought about how all her skin and scales were durable, especially
considering how soft they felt. Ah, the miracle of the Lotus Effect,
she thought, remembering her (well, then his) college science courses.
Millions of tiny nanostructures made her skin, scales, and even her
hair hydrophobic, tough, and yet soft and sensitive to touch at the
same time. Her breasts were especially sensitive, she thought to
herself as she hefted one in her palm, cradling her heavy breast in her
hand.
She marveled yet again at how soft her breasts were, enjoying the
ripple of motion across her chest, her nipple stiff and tight in the
evening air. She noticed that the milk that was leaking from her
distended nipple was not behaving like water did. Her own milk clung
to her breast, sliding down her areola, running through her fingers
until small drops of milk fell onto her tail. She reached down to the
pool, and dribbled some water across the top of her breasts, where it
immediately formed little balls that quickly rolled down her cleavage,
falling from the side of her round breasts, rather than from
underneath, balling up once again when they hit her tail, and rolled
off her body onto the cave floor, where it pooled as water normally
did, though she could see a thin line of air between her scales and the
water that had fallen off her when she rose from the pool. Her milk,
however, slowly slid down her tail, and then oozed into the water,
creating a wispy trail of white. Her milk was very different from
human milk, she surmised, and had molecular properties that made it
different than water, which never stayed on her skin or scales for very
long. Even now, just moments after leaving the water, her hair that
tumbled down her back was dry. Thank goodness they hadn't ended up
with a dolphin's fragile skin, she thought to herself. The mix of the
original fish goop, Phoebe's rich imagination, and blind luck,
apparently, had given them some incredible skills and advantages.
She decided to save that puzzle for another time, and finished the last
of her fish. Pat twirled her flukes in the water as she caressed her
breasts again, collecting the milk that still oozed from her nipple,
and brought it up to her lips to cleanse her pallet. She shivered with
pleasure as her hand grazed her swollen nipple, and she squirmed with
renewed need as she thought of Danni, Phoebe, and John below, still
swirling, still entwined together. She rather enjoyed the fact that
not only was Danni and Phoebe frantic to see them again, but also that
she was frantic to see her sister-wives too. It was good to be loved.
She wondered if she or her sister wives would follow Petra in
motherhood, but it wasn't anything she was going to rush into. They
had all been having sex nearly constantly, but only Petra had become
pregnant thus far. Pat wondered how that was possible.
Well, there was only one way to find out. Pat grabbed another chuck of
dried fish, and slipped back into the water. John would get his meal,
but he would have to eat and work at the same time. Pat didn't think
that he would mind.
********
The next morning, everyone gathered at the beach by the lagoon after
breakfast to hear Pat and John's report.
"We found lots of useful things," Pat began, "most notably a relatively
new Russian submarine down at about 300 meters that looks like it sunk
recently. We think it is a two-day swim to reach the site, a little
over 350 nautical miles to the wreck. There was a crack along the
starboard side, which is probably why it sank. We opened the hatch,
and there was neutral pressure. We didn't explore much, but it looked
like things were intact. The crack along the hull looked like metal
fatigue, so we think the reactor is still safe, for now. Wait ... wait
... I know you're all excited, just keep quiet for a sec, and let me
finish."
She looked around as everyone settled back down. Although Angara had
stopped translating for Agba in the last two months as his skills in
English improved, they were now speaking excitedly in Spanish.
Angara's white hair and tail sparkled in the morning sun, flashing as
she gestured to Agba, her former lesbian lover now merman/pod mate.
Agba had grown more and more comfortable in his role as a pod leader,
and now matched MuSu in fighting skill. (MuSu had been teaching
everyone a version of shaolin kungfu that he had adapting for mer-self-
defense.) Agba's silver and black stripes served as the visual
transition from Angara's nearly pure white to Liga's nearly pure black.
Liga, who had gained some enhancement of her English as she went
through her transformation from a male gang member into their newest
mermaid, gave her pod mate a poke to get his attention. Agba turned,
arched an eyebrow at Liga who jerked her head towards Pat. Agba smiled
a small apology to Pat.
Pat's gaze then turned to MuSu as she noted that both he and Xing had
also improved their English skills quickly, so much that they were now
practically native speakers. However, like Agba's pod, when excited
MuSu and Xing broke into Chinese, but that wasn't a problem because
everyone was learning Spanish and Chinese. And in the process, the
mers had learned a great deal more about their own capabilities.
All the Mers had discovered that their enhanced mer-senses-their
ability to sense the environment and the living organisms around them,
their ability to recognize the electrical charges/identities not only
of one another but also of all living things, their enhanced hearing
and sight both on land and underwater-also seemed to help them learn
from one another-new languages, swimming skills, martial arts, etc.
Pod mates learned more quickly from one another, which explained why
John and Agba's pod could not speak Chinese as fluently as MuSu's and
Gabriel's pods (Xing being a native Chinese speaker too), and why all
the pods except Agba's could only speak passable Spanish, Peter/Petra
having only a modest command of Spanish before her transformation. Pat
had nevertheless encouraged everyone to learn all their languages
because they could never be sure who among them might make contact with
the outside world, though they had all agreed to try and avoid any such
contact until they were better prepared.
"I know we have discussed this many times," Pat continued, "but I want
to say again that I am against harvesting any kind of weapons."
"And we will repeat," Gabriel said evenly, his violet eyes flashing,
"that we must have something to fall back on if we are threatened by
humans. We cannot defend ourselves by hiding forever."
"Pat just needed to say that," John interjected. "I know how you feel,
Gabriel, and frankly I agree with you." He shot Pat a loving smile,
and continued. "When we worked for Greenpeace, we never carried
weapons. But, we were just a pain in someone's butt, not a challenge
to their entire world view."
"Right," Gabriel said firmly. "I hate to know this the way that I know
this ... " Everyone nodded, understanding that he was referring to his
former life as a female missionary for a fundamentalist Christian
religion. "But ... some people will make it their mission to destroy
us, even though we don't threaten them in any way."
"Other than forcing them to re-think everything they thought they knew
about the world," Pat said with resignation. "I don't disagree with
you, I just can't bring myself to have a weapon, other than the
potentially non-lethal one in my tail." It didn't need saying, but
everyone was acutely aware that among them all, only Pat could claim to
never having killed anyone.
"I won't make a big deal about it," she continued, "but I hope we can
find some peaceful way to make our debut into the rest of the world."
"Well, we're not likely to be discovered soon," Rikki offered. "You
two were here for ages before any of us came along."
"Actually, that's why we are pretty sure that someone else will be
along shortly, because some of our friends know where John and I went,
and that we had only planned on spending a year here ... maximum. It's
getting close to that now, and so some one will show up," Pat finished.
"If it is a friend," John explained, "we should be o.k. Though I am
sure our changes will surprise them," he said with a smile to Pat.
"Not only is Pat a girl now, but also we're mers! However, if our
first visitor isn't a friend, like say Alberto's boss-what's his name
... " he looked at Emma.
"Malaki," she answered. Emma and her sisters had discovered where
Alberto had hidden all his papers on the now destroyed yachts that lay
at the bottom of their lagoon. With MuSu's help, they had recovered
not only extensive records of his operations but also a large stash of
cash that they had carefully dried out in the various caves that
riddled the western side of their island. With Agba's pod helping to
translate some of the documents, they had only finished going through
all the papers just before Pat and John left on their expedition. In
fact, the scope and reach of Alberto's crime empire was a major factor
that caused Pat and John to seek additional resources that they could
use to protect themselves.
"Probably not his real name," Agba offered. "Malaki means "big," and
it could be his gang name, not his real one."
"Whatever his name, Alberto owed him some big money, which we now have
most of, thanks to the triplets. He won't let those millions vanish
without a search," John concluded.
"MuSu helped too," Cleo chimed in, snuggling next to her pod mate on
the sand.
"Yes, but you girls discovered where the safe was, and it's a good
thing Emma is on our side. She would have made an excellent criminal,"
Pat teased.
"Between our enhanced hearing and our mer-senses, that safe didn't
stand a chance," Emma said dismissively.
"It still takes a keen mind to puzzle it out," Phoebe praised her
fellow young scientist. She and Emma were Pat's best students, though
Agba was also showing surprising aptitudes despite having been raised a
female Filipino with little training and background in science. "So,
what is the plan?" Phoebe asked, turning to Pat, her own sister-wife.
"Well, we think we should make an expedition to bring back as much of
the equipment and supplies that we found as we can," Pat said.
"All four pods?" asked Gabriel, looking at the still not yet visibly
pregnant Petra.
"Everyone," John said. "First, it means that we can carry back more
stuff, and second, we will probably be safer that way. With just Pat
and I, many larger sharks got curious, more curious than I was
comfortable with. Lastly, we can go at different paces, to test our
limits and capabilities long before visitors force us to do things we
cannot."
********
It was because they were the youngest.
As part of the experiments that Pat, Phoebe, and now even their own
Emma were always creating and doing, MuSu's pod had been "volunteered"
to test the limits of their mer-physiology on this trip. Emma herself
had volunteered them in "the name of science." Only Cleo was really
complaining. MuSu was always ready for anything, especially physical
challenges, and Rikki would do anything if it were a dare. Cleo,
however, was content to simply be a mermaid, and to not trouble herself
with any of the details.
"But Emma," she whined, "I don't like to sweat."
"We're mers," Emma chided. "We don't sweat underwater. We use our
dorsal ridge to radiate heat generated from within our bodies into the
water."
"Yea, whatever," she continued. "But why ever must you always be
poking at me?"
"Because you're just like me, being my exact twin," Emma patiently
explained. "I am just trying to understand who we are and what we mers
can do. Besides, if you don't complain, I promise to let you have
first dibs on MuSu after we get there."
"It's my turn anyway," Cleo said with a shy smile at their pod-mate.
"No, it's Emma's" Rikki interjected.
MuSu gathered Cleo into his arms and gave her a kiss that curled both
their tails.
"Alright," she said breathlessly, "I'll stop complaining."
********
Emma was taking mental notes even as she watched the beauty of her
sisters and MuSu as they sliced through the water. In return for not
having to carry any supplies on the way to the sub, her pod was given
the task of swimming as fast as possible for as long as they could.
Everyone else would catch up once they were within sight of the Russian
sub. After some experimentation, they discovered that if they swam in
a diamond formation with MuSu at the front, two sisters with their
heads just behind the tips of his outstretched pelvic fins, and the
third sister at the rear of the diamond formation slightly below MuSu's
direct wake, the girls could all draft off of MuSu's powerful strokes.
Emma was currently at the back of the diamond, and they were all
swimming hard, but she was not expending nearly as much effort as the
rest of her pod, because she was drafting off of three vortexes. They
also discovered that if they stretched their arms forward, they could
leverage their entire bodies into each stroke and that their elbow fins
helped stabilize and steer themselves with only the slightest
adjustments. Further, if they cupped their hands, they created a bulb
of sorts that improved their bodies' hydrodynamic properties, similar
to how the big knob at the bow of big ships improves their speed and
stability. For the girls, stretching their arms forward had the added
benefit of lifting their breasts closer to their chests, making them
somewhat more hydrodynamic. It was still thrilling for Emma to feel
the water powerfully rushing past her freely swinging breasts.
Their pelvic fins were extended nearly ninety degrees out from their
bodies, creating a large flat surface from which their powerful flukes
leveraged each up and down stroke of their tails, which allowed their
upper bodies to be more relaxed. The short, strong, frequent strokes
that created and sustained this high speed were more difficult to keep
up than the long, full body strokes they had been used to, but they had
been swimming at top speed for over two hours, and while the effort was
taking its toll, Emma didn't feel like she needed to slow down yet.
Emma compared her view of MuSu's flashing yellow and black tail with
her sisters' blue and white tails. She was surprised by the clear
differences between the male and the female stroke. MuSu's shoulders
were square to water, his arms forming a powerful V shaped bow. His
strong back was visible to her on each down stroke, his dorsal fin
fully extended upward, but his head and shoulders stayed at a constant
attitude. His tail stroke began in his pelvis and undulated down his
tail to his flukes in a single waveform, each stroke a shallow
parabola. The girls, however, had much greater movement in their
smaller bodies, only their outstretched fists stayed at a constant
attitude while their head and shoulders moved as part of each stroke.
Their tail strokes started high in their chests, undulating down their
bodies in a double waveform, each stroke a sine curve. Emma decided
that it was sexy, and while she didn't know it yet, all the Mers had
spent many a moment while swimming simply observing their mermaids swim
because it was sexy.
Emma imagined that at slower speeds, she could make her body appear
even sexier, much like female gaits on dry land could be varied. For
now, however, she would simply try to keep swimming fast, and later she
could talk with her sisters about how they might drive MuSu to complete
distraction. She admired the way that even these unconscious strokes
of Rikki's and Cleo's showed off each part of the female mer-anatomy:
first the breasts and waist, then the hips and upper tail, then finally
the delicate base of their tails and their dramatically decorated
flukes. Oh, yes, they could work on making their slow swimming sexy.
Yes indeed.
Emma watched as Cleo's dark brown hair fluttered along her back,
admiring her sister's beauty and grace, knowing that it was mirrored
exactly in her own recently feminized body. As she watched Cleo's body
undulate only a few feet from her, she noted that if she wanted to, she
could touch each of her pod mates easily, but she would lose some her
hydrodynamic properties and they would have to stop this particular
experiment-their "as hard and as fast and as long as we can go test."
Instead, she let MuSu's wake wash over her and felt herself buoyed by
the draft of her powerful pod-mate. She heard the signal from Rikki, a
slight vocal pulse in their high, female register, and Emma shifted her
stroke in a brief burst of energy to replace Rikki on MuSu's flank
while Rikki dropped back to the bottom of the formation.
Stealing a glance at MuSu as she fell into place with her outthrust
hands just behind the outermost tip of his extended pelvic fins and her
head about even with his mid-tail fins, Emma could tell that her pod-
mate was enjoying the power and exertion, seeking the outer limits of
their endurance, and he barely looked winded. He was beautiful, his
striped tail flashing, his shorter, darker hair pressed back along his
upper shoulders, protecting his upper gills from the sunlight that
caressed their bodies as they sped through the water a few meters below
the surface. Emma watched the many muscles that rippled in graceful,
powerful coordination down MuSu's strong, thick tail, only a few
decimeters away from her own fins, and she felt herself become aroused.
She wondered if MuSu knew how sexy his muscles were, how much his
shining, flashing tail with its dramatic yellow and black stripes, and
his lightening yellow highlights along his elbow fins, his dorsal
ridge, and his fins and flukes, all turned her on.
It was a good thing they were supposed to be doing this experiment, she
thought to herself, otherwise they might be the last pod to reach the
submarine. God, she just wanted to eat MuSu up, slide her body against
his, press her breasts into his washboard stomach, and suck at his tiny
male nipples.
Aaaarrrgggghhhh. Just swim! She yelled at herself silently.
Four hours later, MuSu finally slowed down, his body shaking with
fatigue. They surfaced, gulping in the air even as their gills stayed
stiff in the water, drinking in the oxygen they craved from both the
air and the water. Emma knew that MuSu had expended the most energy,
maintaining his lead of the pod, but even so, she herself was glad to
stop and rest. After only a few minutes of heavy breathing, their
pulses returned to normal, and they began to look around. Emma could
see a small atoll a few kilometers further along which she recognized
as the half waypoint to the sub from the map Pat had shown her that
morning. Emma had a photographic memory, which is why she was the head
navigator in her pod.
"MuSu," she said, tapping him on the shoulder as they all relaxed,
bobbing in the light surf with their heads above the surface. "There
is the atoll that marks the half way point," she pointed ahead of them.
MuSu rose on his tail, his pelvic fins above the water, his rippling
muscles along his tail and abdomen flexing as he kept his head nearly
two meters above the surface of the water. His athletic display
reignited a wave of desire that washed through Emma and the other girls
like wildfire. As he sank back down, he noticed the lidded eyes of his
pod-mates and smiled, enjoying his own sexual power reflected in they
eyes of his beautiful trio of identical mermaids.
"How about we stop there for lunch and a bit of fun?" he said with a
wink and a leer at the girls. Just as Emma reached for him, he twisted
away and headed towards the small island. The girls, giggling, gave
chase. This was one of their favorite games, and MuSu easily kept
himself just out of reach of the girls. Within minutes, they were all
swimming at top speed again, but this time they were leaping and
twisting in the water, and if anyone had been looking, they would have
sworn that dolphins were at play, except for the visible human parts
and the brilliant blue and white patterns on the smaller creatures, off
set by the dramatic tiger strips on the larger one. Only when they got
to the island did MuSu allow himself to be caught.
********
Pat glanced over at Gabriel's pod, the three of them swimming steadily
off to her right. They were probably making about 15 knots per hour,
which was respectable, but she didn't want to tire Petra or risk any
complications with her now three-month-old pregnancy. Petra sensed
Pat's look, and flashed her a thumbs up. Pat again marveled at how
even Petra, with her extraordinary large breasts and her pregnancy,
could still slip through the water with such ease and grace.
Pat turned her attention to her own pod, and felt the comforting
presence of everyone's electrical signatures, no one signaling any
distress. She could tell the mood and health of her pod mates, she had
discovered, but she could only sense strong emotions in the other mers.
She extended her senses further to her left and found Agba's pod
swimming easily. Everyone was doing well, even though they had been
swimming steadily for several hours. They hadn't caught up to MuSu's
pod, and she didn't know how far or how fast they had been able to
swim. They looked fast when they left, but she wasn't sure how long
they could keep up such a furious pace.
She concentrated on her pod mates, sensing Danni and Phoebe's languid
strokes, each of them focusing on John's lead. John's powerful tail
set their pace, and Pat warmed at the memory of their frenzied reunion
last night. Poor John had been forced to make love to each of them
twice, and Pat had sensed a driving need in their efforts that seemed
different. She remembered back to the strange tug she felt on her
second coupling with John. She was looking into John's eyes as he
stroked in and out of her, and she wondered what color eyes any child
of theirs would have as she gazed into his steel grey eyes. Would she
have green eyes, like her own, or blue or grey or something else? She
knew, both intuitively and scientifically, that all their children
would be female, and a select few would transition to males. So
focused was she on that image, on her daughter's eyes, that a strange
tug, deep within her tail, surprised her.
Pat had never felt that muscle before. It was a pleasurable tug, deep
and strong, almost like a cramp, but it triggered an even more intense
orgasm that kept her impaled, quivering and twitching, on John's
pumping cock for several minutes. Her internal muscles had rippled
along his cock, ripping his own orgasm from him, and then kept them
together in a suction so strong that John couldn't separate himself
from her even after he had finished coming. Pat had lost consciousness
during the orgasm, and it took several minutes before she recovered.
When Danni had asked what she was doing to have such a tremendous
orgasm, Pat explained that she was thinking about Petra and wondered
what color the eyes of any child she and John might have would be.
Evidently, both Danni and Phoebe were able to think similar thoughts
and achieve similarly strong orgasms. As with Pat, both girls had lost
consciousness during their orgasms. John, exhausted, was barely able
to finish the fish Pat had brought for him before he fell asleep.
As she looked at her pod, she could still sense the glow from both
Danni and Phoebe. She knew she was glowing too. No ... wait ... it
was more than a glow.
Pat closed her eyes, and focused on each of her sister wives with her
mer-senses, and then herself, and then Petra. She nearly stopped
swimming in shock, but instead, she savored a new kind of warmth that
spread through her body. Well, how about that, Pat thought to herself.
She had discovered the secret to mermaid fertility. They had to "will
it" ... and so they had. She and her pod mates were pregnant; their
electrical signatures had each changed, just like Petra's. She would
share the news with the others that evening when they reached the
atoll. For now, she savored her secret all by her self.
********
Emma thought that the morning marathon would have tired everyone out,
but she wasn't going to complain. Cleo had managed to tackle MuSu in
the shallow water of the lagoon, and the two of them were pounding into
each other in the surf. It was Cleo's reward for not complaining,
after all. Now Emma watched as Cleo and MuSu rolled and swam in the
one meter of water, laughing and moaning, switching positions and
rhythms without ever uncoupling. Emma was on the beach and Rikki was
braiding her hair, their flukes resting in a several centimeters of
water as the gentle surf washed along their tails barely reaching their
pelvic fins.
"I can hardly believe our lives," Rikki mused as she ran her fingers
through Emma's soft, lush hair. "We live in a beautiful tropical
paradise, and all we do is eat, swim, and have sex."
"I can hardly believe I'm finally your sister," Emma said as she closed
her eyes to concentrate on the feelings of Rikki's fingers in her hair.
"You're more than my sister," Rikki said, shifting her stroking to
include Emma's softly sloping shoulders and dramatically thin waist.
"You're my sister-wife, my best friend, and my lover," she whispered
into Emma's ear, brushing aside her long brown hair, licking her ear
lobe.
Emma shivered with desire, and leaned back into Rikki's caresses. "We
are the only ones among all the pods who are truly 'sister-wives," Emma
observed.
"I love you, Emma," Rikki whispered as she nuzzled Emma's neck. "I
always loved Martin, but I love you more than I thought possible."
Emma tilted her head back and found Rikki's soft full lips with her
own, and nibbled at her lips. She teased with her tongue along Rikki's
white teeth and ruby lips. Emma gasped as Rikki held her face firmly
and kissed her with increasing passion, her tongue pushing into Emma's
mouth, searching, caressing, exploring. They kissed passionately for
several moments before Rikki turned her body and lowered both of their
shoulders to the damp sand.
They faced each other, on their sides, their breasts pressed into one
another's as they ran their hands along each other's flanks. Emma
watched as her now delicate, feminine hand traced the bulge of Rikki's
breast out from her rib cage, and let it fall along the dramatic
indentation of her waist, accentuated by their posture on the beach.
She watched as her hand rose along the swell of Rikki's hips, and noted
the barely perceptible change in texture from skin to scales as tanned
skin merged with blue and white spots. One set of their pelvic fins
was pressed to the sand, while the other flapped and teased at each
other's in the air. Emma grabbed Rikki's fin and stroked along the
yellow fringe that decorated the trailing edge. She gasped with
pleasure as Rikki mimicked her actions on her own fin. She was so
happy that her tail was such a source of pleasure.
As they held each other's face with one hand and kissed, their other
hands found each other's vent, their labia now swollen with blood and
passion. The nub of their clitorises were hard and wet, not with water
but with their own fluids. Emma gasped into Rikki's unceasing kisses
as she felt two fingers ease into her vagina while Rikki's thumb
flicked across her clit. She eased two of her own fingers into Rikki's
molten vent and ran her thumb across her sister-wife's clit, which
caused her to moan too.
Emma backed away from Rikki's frantic kisses to look at her beautiful
identical twin. Emma looked into Rikki's large, oval blue eyes that
sparkled with passion. Their noses were only centimeters apart, their
lips open, their breath hot upon each other's faces. Emma stroked her
sister's lush, chocolate brown hair, feeling its softness and texture,
even as her other hand continued to push in and out of her sister-
wife's dripping vagina. She closed her eyes briefly, savoring the
wonderful sensations caused by Rikki's fingers as they pumped in and
out of her own sopping wet hole. Emma loved the way her new body
responded to sex, the rippling of her body outward from her womb,
resonating in her breasts that swelled with milk, her nipples
extending, hardening.
She opened her eyes with a gasp as Rikki pushed their breasts together,
rubbing her leaking nipples on Emma's own satisfyingly stiff and
equally leaky nipples. She twisted her flukes across Rikki's and
doubled her efforts to bring her sister-wife to orgasm, but gasped
herself as Rikki added another finger to her efforts. She too added a
third finger and sought the hard knob of Rikki's G-spot that was just
at the tip of her fingers inside her vagina. As their breasts
continued to slide and push against one another's, Emma could feel her
own orgasm beginning to build, and she fought to hold it off until
Rikki began to twitch. Suddenly both girls were drenched in breast
milk as their orgasms ripped through their bodies and cum flooded their
fingers as they jerked on the beach, their hands buried within each
other's pulsing vaginas. Their flukes were at full extension,
quivering in the noon sun, spraying light, color, and water in all
directions, the sound of their fluttering flukes nearly overwhelmed by
their screaming orgasms.
After a few moments, when they finally stopped shaking, two pairs of
hands grabbed their flukes and pulled them into the surf. Laughing,
Emma turned to MuSu as Rikki turned to Cleo.
"See, I told you that you could have first dibs," Emma laughed.
"Depends on whom I wanted first dibs with," Cleo teased as she pulled
Rikki into a deep kiss.
A few strong strokes later, Emma was moaning into MuSu's shoulder as he
rolled with her in the surf, feeling herself shudder around his stiff
and unflagging penis. As she convulsed in yet another orgasm, she
faintly heard her sister-wives each crying out in their own.
********
There were hundreds of small atolls scattered throughout the South
Pacific, some of the larger ones could even support human life, if it
was carefully husbanded. One such atoll had two humans who were
precariously clinging to life. Their experimental, secret submarine
had suffered a catastrophic failure of the hull about eight weeks ago.
No one knew why the hull had failed, but only ten crewmembers managed
to escape. There had been no time-the water flooded the sub within
seconds-and only those crewmembers in the scientific module at the bow
had managed to make it out.
There had been six scientists and about 60 crewmembers on the vessel,
but only the scientists had escaped along with four other crewmembers.
They discovered that they escape pod they were able to launch as the
sub plummeted to the ocean floor lacked adequate food and water, and
the emergency beacon would not work. Some of the standard survival
equipment was missing, and they had no means of fishing. They had
drifted for two days before they managed to land the pod/raft on this
very small island, and were pleased to discover that the atoll had a
small, natural spring and a few palm trees. They set up a camp,
scavenging the escape pod for materials, and they hoped against hope
that they would be found. The ranking crewman, who was not an officer,
explained that there was little chance of rescue. The sub was at the
beginning of a two-month, clandestine, special ops tour for
surveillance and reconnaissance. Their superiors wouldn't even know to
look for them until long after they had run out of food.
They struggled on the small island, growing weaker and hungrier as time
passed. Several crewmembers were lost to sharks while they were
attempting to hunt fish, and the other two had simply gone mad and swam
out to sea. It hadn't helped when they learned that their guns were
nearly useless to hunt fish. Bullets never reached their targets, and
so they were forced to go into the water to try to collect food with
knives and crudely made spears.
As more time passed, and hunger drove them further out to sea to search
for food, the remaining scientists had became food themselves, as the
sharks were particularly aggressive. Now, there were only two left.
Alexander and Grisha had been part of a "secret" team doing research on
deep-sea biological and genetic experiments, but now they were quickly
shrinking shells of themselves, nearly mad with hunger and thirst,
surviving on what shellfish and seaweed they could collect. It wasn't
enough. They were slowly starving themselves to death. But the deeper
water was too dangerous, a difficult lesson they learned as they
watched their friends and crewmates disappear with a sharp tug beneath
the waves. So, they had given up on trying to get larger fish, and now
they were too weak to do anything other than wait for the end to come.
*****
As they finished their lunch, MuSu and the girls decided to keep going.
They felt a bit stretched, but they knew that hadn't reached "their
limits," which was part of what they needed to know. How far and how
fast could they push themselves? The answer might be the difference
between life and death in the future.
"Let's try something different," Emma said as she finished un-braiding
Cleo's hair. All the girls loved to play with one another's hair, but
Emma knew that if they left their gills exposed to the sun, it would be
dangerous.
"How so?" asked MuSu?
"One of the things that seemed strange to me was how quickly we
recovered from our fatigue when we surfaced," Emma explained. "We were
all pretty tired, but after only a few minutes of breathing the air, we
all recovered enough to have some pretty awesome sex."
"So, what ... we should swim on our backs?" asked Rikki
"No," Emma explained. "I think we should develop a rhythm, sort of
like the dolphins do."
"But they have to breathe the air," Cleo observed, "They don't have
gills."
"Right," Emma agreed, "but I think that we are still mammal enough that
if we regularly breathe the air, we will be much faster and last
longer."
"But we risk being seen?" MuSu observed.
"True," Emma agreed. "But this is the South Pacific, and that isn't
very likely. If we are spotted, we are likely to have enough warning
to get below and stay there. From far away I bet we look more like a
large fish than we think we do. After all, we're mostly tail."
"I think you're right," MuSu agreed, looking down his nearly three
meters of strong, shimmering, mer-tail. "We are about the same size as
large dolphins or sailfish."
"We look like sailfish," Emma corrected. "You look like a dolphin.
Sailfish rarely reach your length, and we must weigh at least as half
as much as you do."
"So, what should we try, before we get into an argument about who
weighs what?" Rikki asked.
"Let's follow MuSu's lead, since he does most of the work," Emma
explained. "We can draft just like we did this morning; we will just
know that every minute or two or whatever, we will all breach and take
a big breath of regular air."
"I'll expel whatever air is left in my lungs right before I head for
the surface, so that can be a signal," MuSu suggested.
"Remember, build up our speed slowly, because we will reach our top
speed before you do," Cleo worried.
"Don't you worry," MuSu with a kiss, "I can sense each of you clearly,
and I know the exact point when you all have reached your top speed. I
know I could go faster, but I suppose that's why you draft my wake."
"We were all doing about 30 knots this morning," Emma observed, "if my
calculations are reasonable. It took us about six hours to go almost
200 nautical miles. That is faster than most boats go," she finished
impressed with their own speed.
"That is faster than dolphins can go without drafting on boats," MuSu
added. "I've been listening to Pat, miss smarty pants," he finished as
Emma raised her eyebrows in surprise. "They usually swim at about 10
knots and can only go 25 knots for short periods of time."
"Well, let's see if we can go faster than that!" Emma urged.
They all wiggled their way off the beach and into the water. Emma made
a few more observations and indicated a direction for MuSu. They all
nodded, sensing directions in the same way they sensed the shape of the
sea floor or the presence of sharks several hundred meters north of
their current location.
MuSu built up speed slowly, as Cleo had asked, and soon they had
reached their previous top speed. Now, rather than swimming several
meters below the surface, they were within a meter of the surface,
swimming in tight formation. With a burst of air and a flick of his
tail, MuSu was headed for the surface and the girls stayed glued to
their formation.
Their hydrophobic skin, scales, and hair caused the water to fall off
them as they launched into the air, all four creatures arcing
gracefully above the water. They traveled for about two meters through
the air before MuSu curved back into the water. He remembered watching
dolphins draft the boats as he (well, back then he was a she) traveled
from Hong Kong to Macau, and so he took only a few quick strokes and
headed back for the surface.
The speed was exhilarating, Emma thought! They were swimming with
enormous energy, cresting the surface every few strokes, keeping their
bodies parallel to the water, stretching out each leap in shallow arcs
above the water, feeling the cool water enfold them as they sliced back
into its embrace; then leaping forward into the air, the water falling
away from their bodies, their hair staying plastered to their backs as
they leapt from wave to wave to wave. They were all breathing easily,
effortlessly, as they sliced through the air and water, laughing and
swimming, winking at each other as they cruised through and above the
water. Duh, she thought to herself. The air was much less dense than
the water, and therefore it was even easier to maintain their high
speed, because they were spending as much time as possible in the air.
Four hours later, they had reached the location of the submarine, and
they hardly seemed winded. They had discovered how extraordinary a
marine mammal that mers actually were, and they were so energized by
their discovery, that they decided to keep swimming past the location
of the sub. They had made a 370 nautical mile trip in about ten hours,
and they were exhilarated. Emma estimated that their top speed was
about 40 knots, and that MuSu and the other mermen could probably reach
50 knots or more on their own.
********
"Yes, they were here earlier today," Phoebe said, pointing to the
distinctive trail left by a mermaid salamandering across the sand,
disappearing suddenly where the waves had smoothed over the sand.
"High tide was earlier today, sometime in the early afternoon, so they
were here before then. I would say a little after noon."
"Which means that they were swimming incredibly fast for a very long
time," Pat concluded. "What time do you think it is now?"
"I would guess early evening, say 8 PM," Phoebe said, looking at the
sun hovering a few degrees above the horizon.
"Which meant that we swam ... " asked Pat.
"Geesh, don't you ever stop being a scientist," teased Danni as she
snuggled up to Pat and gave her a quick kiss.
"I like it," Phoebe said.
"Brown-noser," Danni teased.
"Blonde," Phoebe taunted.
"Look who's talking," Danni said smiling.
"Girls," Pat warned, "we are in the middle of something?"
"Oh, right, sorry," Phoebe said. "Um, that means that we were doing
just over 15 knots to go 188 nautical miles in about 12 hours."
"Right," Pat agreed. "And that didn't seem to tire us out."
"You mean didn't tire Petra out," Phoebe said indicating the now
resting Petra, her former uncle who was now several months pregnant.
"I feel great," Petra said from her lounging spot on the sandy beach,
finishing up some squid that Gabriel had brought for her. Xing was
playing with Petra's hair while Gabriel and Agba had gone fishing,
Angara and Liga lounged nearby. John was the only male mer present.
"No, I mean that it didn't tire US out," Pat repeated.
"What do you mean us?" Phoebe teased, "I'm younger than either of you
old ladies."
"She means tire you out because all three of you are pregnant," Xing
said blithely as she braided Petra's hair.
"What!" John sputtered, rising from the sand on the other side of Pat.
"Yes, dear," Pat smiled. "last night ... all three of us."
"But how ... why ... when?" he continued.
"I thought you guys were different this morning," Liga said, "but I
thought it was because I am still learning how to be a mermaid."
"You're doing great," Pat said. "I noticed it this morning too, and I
think I've put together some important clues."
"Oh my GOD! You're right!" Danni squealed, opening her eyes, "I can
feel it ... I'm different inside!" She rolled over Pat and tackled
John, kissing him soundly. "I'm going to be a mother!"
"What important clues?" demanded Phoebe, who sounded both excited and
frightened at the same time?
"Petra," Pat asked, "do you remember anything different when you were
making love to Michael?"
"What do you mean, different?" asked Petra.
"Did you have a particularly memorable orgasm a few days before he
died?" Pat asked gently.
"Yes, I did!" Petra answered, remembering.
"Did you feel anything strange in your tail just before you orgasmed?"
Pat continued.
"Yes, I think I did," Petra answered, thinking. "I felt some sort of
muscle cramp in my tail, but I thought it was just the passion I was
feeling and I was being too rough."
"And were you thinking about having a child?" Pat asked.
"I was always thinking about that," Petra answered, "but that time, I
was thinking about Michael's eyes, and what would happen if we did have
a child, you know, what color the baby's eyes would be."
"Oh, my god," Phoebe breathed. "That IS how it worked! We really are
pregnant." She fell into Pat's embrace. "What are we going to do?"
"Have a baby," Pat answered calmly, stroking her sister-wife's nearly
white blond hair. "But at least we will know what to expect, thanks to
Petra."
"That's it?" asked Xing, incredulous. "You have to think of the eyes?
I've been wanting a child with Gabriel for months, but I never think of
eyes, I always think of tail," she finished, running her hands along
her own forest green and lavender tail.
"Oh, Xing, you must have first go with Gabriel tonight," Petra gushed.
"Between your hazel and his violet eyes I can only imagine a wonderful,
beautiful playmate for Michelle that you might have," she finished as
she caressed her own belly, even though there was no outward sign that
she was pregnant.
"Well, now we finally know what constitutes mermaid birth control,"
John concluded. "That must be why no one got pregnant despite all the
sex we were having."
"Are you sure?" asked Phoebe.
"I think he's right," Pat agreed.
"Right? Of course I'm right," John concluded. "I knew something was
different last night, and now I'm never opening my eyes during sex
again."
"Ah, don't you dare," Danni demanded as she began tickling her pod-
mate.
"You can't make me," John gasped as he writhed on the sand under her
merciless attack.
"Maybe she can't, but WE can," Pat said, lifting herself away from
Phoebe and joining Danni in the attack.
"I think I could live with that," Phoebe mused. "I want to be a
scientist," she concluded as she winked at Petra and Xing and joined
her sister-wives in tickling the now nearly helpless John.
"Stop ... top ... uh ... please," he pleaded as the three mermaids
squirmed and rubbed themselves all over him as they ground him into the
sand. "I'm getting sand in places I shouldn't," he complained.
"No problem," Danni said with a wink to Pat and Phoebe. The girls
clasped hands and rolled all four of them into the water. They
disappeared beneath the surface laughing and giggling.
"I can't wait until our men get back," Xing said with passion and
purpose in her voice.
"Me too," said Liga as Angara lifted a surprised eyebrow at her.
"Well, I think it must be why I got changed, to give you and Agba
children."
"Quién dice que yo no desean a niña?" Angara asked with a smile and a
kiss for Liga.
"Looks like everyone will be pregnant shortly," Petra mused. "Perhaps
we ought not to tell the triplets, and maybe they won't get pregnant.
Someone has to get food for the rest of us."
********
It was near sunset when the remaining Russians concluded that they had
finally gone completely mad.
Grisha had stretched out his increasingly thinning body on the beach,
his head propped up against one of the few palm trees on the atoll. He
had stumbled down to the water earlier in the day, searching for food
of any kind, hoping for a half-eaten fish to wash ashore. After
several hours of nearly fruitless searching, he had retreated to the
scant shelter he and Alexander occupied. Grisha had been a big man,
nearly 6' 4'' (193 cm), almost too big to fit onto the submarine, but
at 50 years old, he was the leading scientist in his field, and he had
insisted that he be allowed to carry out the experiments he had
designed. When he first squeezed his bulk into his submarine berth, he
weighed nearly 300 pounds (136 kg). Now, he was lucky if he weighed
200 lb (90 kg).
He looked over at the sleeping Alexander, who was nearly a foot shorter
(173 cm), and weighed about half as much as he did. Grisha didn't
think Alexander would make it through the night, and he didn't relish
the thought of spending his last few days on earth next to a rotting
scientist, even if he had always respected Alexander's work.
He was about to close his eyes when he saw a school of large fish
approaching from the south. They were swimming like dolphins, leaping
and skimming along the surface of the water, headed directly for the
island. They weren't dolphins, however, the colors were all wrong, and
it looked like the creatures had brown skin at their noses, pale skin
along their mid-flanks, and brightly mottled blue and white skin along
their longish tails. The largest one had black and yellow tiger
stripes. How could that be? They were large, perhaps three or four
meters long. He was a geneticist, not a biologist, like his surviving
crewmate.
"Alexander, my friend," Grisha whispered, his voice dry and strained,
"do those look like dolphins to you?"
With a supreme effort, Alexander lifted his head from the sand and
gazed out at the sea. He could see the flashes of color and light as a
small pod of brightly colored sea creatures burst from the sea, and he
swore he could hear laughter, female laughter.
"We have gone mad, Grisha," he whispered back, "those are rusalka."
"Either we are mad, or we are saved," Grisha said as he struggled to
his feet. "Here, here!" he croaked. "We are here, save us," he
shouted in Russian.
The effort cost him is consciousness, and he fell to the ground in a
heap. Alexander saw that the strange creatures had seen them as he
felt his own consciousness slipping away, but not before he could make
out the faces of three beautiful women who gazed at him in shock and
surprise.
He smiled as he succumbed to the darkness, unsure if he would ever wake
again.
********
"Well, is it working?" Cleo asked impatiently.
"I don't know," Emma answered calmly. "I have no idea how long we were
unconscious the first time we were fed."
MuSu looked over at the two girls who each cradled the head of a nearly
dead Russian sailor in their laps. He and Rikki had scoured the small
island, hidden the one handgun they found, and now Rikki was filling
one of their canteens with her milk, massaging her young breast so that
streams of mermaid milk shot into the plastic bottle.
"You've done all you can for the moment," MuSu advised. "We will leave
them the canteen and we should return after we meet up with everyone
else; this is not something for us to try on our own."
"But will it be enough to save them?" Cleo asked, her mothering
instincts coming to the fore.
"It only took us two hours to reach this island," Emma argued. "We can
stay overnight, to see if they regain consciousness, and at least to
force them to drink a little more of our milk. We can easily swim back
long before the others will reach the submarine."
"They will die if we don't save them," Cleo added.
"They may die anyway," MuSu said. "Alright, we can't sleep in the
water around this island, there are too many sharks along that reef,
which is probably where the rest of the crew ended up."
"Why didn't they bother us?" asked Rikki, replacing the top on the now
filled canteen.
"Because we are as fast as they are," Emma surmised, "and they've never
seen a mer before."
"They might attack us if they are hungry enough," MuSu thought, "but
let's not give them the chance. First, finish the food I brought for
all you nursemaids."
After they finished eating, they arranged themselves on the beach, well
above the high tide mark, in a star formation. They found that when in
strange places it was a good idea to have their tails (and thus their
mer senses) pointing in multiple directions. While their mer-senses
didn't work as well out of water as in, they could still sense when
someone or something approached. When they were in the water, sleeping
entwined around MuSu, there was a dorsal ridge facing each direction of
the compass. On land, their fringes along their flukes and fins would
have to suffice. They also knew that their maximum air time was about
eight hours, and then they would begin to feel too dry and that would
wake up to seek the water. The day's efforts and excitement had worn
them out, and the nooner had taken the edge off their sexual drives.
So, with only kisses all around, they quickly fell asleep.
********
By the next afternoon, the Russians had not yet regained consciousness,
but neither had they died. Emma half sensed and half hoped that their
milk was having the desired effect. Her mer-senses seemed to suggest
that their health was improving, but with anyone other than her pod
mates, it was tough to tell. They had dribbled more milk onto their
lips, and both men seemed to respond, enough so the contents of the
canteen slowly disappeared into their bodies. The girls refilled two
canteens in case the men awoke while they were gone, and returned to
the water.
As MuSu and his girls began the swim back to the sub, Emma began to
construct her justification and argument for Pat and John, their de
facto leaders. After all, two pods were short of the optimal ratio,
and she was sure she could convince anyone of the benefits of becoming
both a female and a mermaid.
MuSu kept a slightly slower pace, probably about 25 knots, but with the
new technique of flying along the surface of the water, even that speed
seemed effortless.
********
They had been waiting for several hours, floating about five meters
below the surface, several hundred meters above the submarine, before
the rest of the pods arrived. Emma wasted no time not only making a
full report of their findings concerning mer-physiology, stamina,
swimming techniques, and top speeds but also the news about the Russian
sailors they had found, probably the only ones surviving from the sub
below.
Pat advised the triplets of her own discovery concerning children, and
the relief in their eyes gratified her. They couldn't stop having sex,
but they could exercise some control over when they had children. Pat
giggled as MuSu recoiled in horror as Cleo playfully batted her eyes at
him. It was the first time she could recall him losing his cool. All
three girls were adamant, however, about not starting a family yet,
especially with everyone else getting pregnant.
The triplets reluctantly agreed to wait until the next morning before
returning to the atoll. Throughout the night, each pod took up guard
duty, but the night passed without incident, and in the morning, they
all headed for the atoll and the Russians.
********
Thirty-five was too young an age to die, Alexander thought to himself,
as he sensed a bright light filling his consciousness. But he could
also feel warmth emanating from that bright light. He could also feel
something on his chest, and the sand beneath his head, and ... yes, the
sound of the waves as they caressed the beach. He realized that he was
feeling the sun as it rose in the east. He didn't think he would ever
see another, and yet here he was, slowly awakening to beautiful
sunrise. He had an odd taste in his mouth, but he felt better than he
had in a long time. He was ravenously hungry, but as his eyes blinked
open in the morning light, he felt truly alive for the first time in
several weeks.
He sat up, marveling at his own returning strength, and felt the
canteen that had been placed on his chest slide down to his lap. How
had that canteen gotten there, he wondered. And how did Grisha manage
to get to the spring a hundred meters behind them? He saw a second
canteen perched on Grisha's chest, and saw that his fellow scientist
was still asleep. He carefully opened his canteen and smelled the
sweet smell of ambrosia. He wasn't sure what it was; it smelled
faintly of flowers and salt, perhaps milk, but that was impossible. He
carefully raised the canteen to his lips, and as the warm, sweet liquid
poured down his throat, he swore that he could feel energy and life
returning to his body with each small sip.
He pulled the plastic bottle from his lips, shocked at how he was
feeling, and then turned to the ocean, where he could see more than a
dozen heads bobbing in the water a few meters from shore. They were
the most beautiful creatures he had ever seen, four men, and nearly a
dozen women, each more beautiful than the next. The one with flaming
red hair waved at him, and he waved back, shoving his now working foot
into the side of Grisha's still sleeping form.
"Wake up, Grisha," he urged. "We have company!"
*****
It was fortunate that Grisha spoke Chinese; otherwise, they would have
been days in explaining everything to the Russians. Alexander could
ask for beer and the bathroom in English, and Grisha was not much
better. But Grisha's Chinese was good. Both men had gained strength
and mobility throughout the morning as they listened to Pat and John
while they slowly finished their canteens. Pat explained the history
of the mers, and how they came to be, corrected only occasionally by
Xing when Pat's still fledgling Chinese failed her.
Grisha had no problem understanding the story of the mers and what was
already happening to him and his fellow countryman, whether they liked
it or not. There was a tense moment, however, when Alexander finally
understood that the milk he was drinking was a change agent, one that
was likely to take him down a path of femininity.
A frantic conversation in Russian between the two men erupted,
occasionally interrupted by angry questions directed at the mers,
suggesting that perhaps Agba or Gabriel switch back to female. Even
Petra was surprised by the strength of Gabriel's refusal.
After another ten minutes of heated conversation, there were several
moments of tense silence, while Alexander glowered at Agba, Gabriel,
and then Grisha, again and again. He finally smiled at Emma, said
something in Russian, and drank again from the canteen.
"You saved my life," Grisha translated in Chinese.
"We're sorry that you have to become girls," Emma said in her own
halting Chinese. "I used to be a boy, and this is much better."
"We shall see," Grisha returned with little emotion.
The two men talked again in Russian for a few minutes, and then
Alexander nodded at Agba, lifted his canteen in salute, and then downed
the contents. Agba nodded with respect, while Angara and Liga looked
approvingly at their new pod mate. Everyone sighed in relief for
several reasons. First, because the Russians seemed reconciled to
their situation, second because Grisha and Alexander had come to an
agreement about who would go to which pod, and finally (but not the
least factor for relief) was because an important new knowledge base
would be added to their growing community.
The mers returned to the sea to look for a protected area in which the
transformations might occur, and after several hours of searching the
land shelf of the atoll and several other smaller islands, they found a
small underwater cave that although shallow, offered some protection
from the surrounding sea. It was in about five meters of water, and if
the Russians followed the "standard" patterns of transition, as had the
other recent mers, they would have proto gills by the next morning.
********
Grisha waited on the beach for the return of the mers. As predicted,
the next morning both men had immature gills on their backs, and
Alexander had insisted that he go first. He had apparently been
thinking about his decision all night, and if any of the tales the mers
had told were true, then he would be able to communicate with his new
family and community right after his transition, and he was tired of
waiting for Grisha's slow and cumbersome translations. He wanted to
speak to these fascinating and beautiful new people, even if the price
was his own masculinity. Grisha didn't entirely believe him, but it
was enough, Alexander could go first.
Alexander had gone off with the rest of the mers, surprisingly eager
for his new life. Grisha had stayed behind, still struggling with what
was about to happen to him. He understood genetics, and he suspected
that Pat had stumbled upon an important discovery, one that transcended
all his previous research. Hell, this discovery transcended his
gender, his own country, and even his own species. Nevertheless,
Grisha was not as eager to become a mermaid as Alexander, even if he
was to be paired to the incredible Petra-a fine Slavic name-and the
delicate and beautiful Xing. Frankly, Gabriel scared him, especially
after he angrily refused Grisha's suggestion that Gabriel return to his
former gender. Grisha had rarely seen such fire and power in anyone's
eyes, and wondered what could make a former female, Christian
missionary, become such a dynamic and powerful merman.
He wondered for a moment how much of a factor the ratio of mass to
mermaid and mermen contributed to the way he was feeling. He had
always been a big man, while Alexander was slight. Perhaps that is why
Alexander chose the smaller Filipino pod, as he or she would probably
end up as a large female in that pod. Well, in that case, he would
probably be the equal of Petra, who was the tallest and most voluptuous
of all the mermaids. What would he look like, he wondered. Pat had
told him that he should be thinking of some one he knew, that he would
become something like that woman. He had no idea what he should look
like.
He distracted himself from his upcoming transformation by puzzling out
the mechanisms of the milk that still sloshed in the canteen they had
left with him while Alexander under went his change. Grisha's own work
had involved transgenic adaptations in various sea animals. He would
attempt to isolate single genes, like the ability to generate
bioluminescent light that many deep-sea fish had, and then insert them
into the fertilized eggs of other fish so that the resulting gene would
be "turned on" in the resulting adult. These "transgenes" were
typically inserted into eggs using a glass needle, but the method was
not reliable and rarely resulted in a successful birth. However, when
it was successful, the new organism passed on the new trait to its
offspring with out any problems.
Grisha suspected that Pat's experiments with the original fish goop had
resulted in a transgenic agent that merged biological, chemical,
neurological, and some yet undiscovered processes into a change agent
that was incredibly powerful and had limitless possibilities. He could
create bacteria that produced medicine, or bio-computers capable of
augmenting the human brain. Well, now, that was a thought more
interesting to him than what color his tail might be. What if he
focused on becoming incredibly bright, a super computer brain, while he
underwent the change? If having that knowledge and those abilities
meant becoming a girl-a mermaid-then he would pay that price, he
decided. He was unsure of Alexander's, well ... now probably Alexis',
motives, but he didn't trouble himself with any of the details. If
what Pat said was true, her breasts held the secrets to eternal life
and the salvation of mankind.
Life as a girl, huh? Like many ambitious scientists, he had never
managed to couple himself to anyone who seemed compatible, but he had
had several girlfriends and lovers. He mulled over his impending
changes and thought that he could probably adapt. He especially liked
that all the pods were bi-sexual, though secretly, he wished that he
could be the male. Petra was the most beautiful creature he had ever
seen, human or not, and he was very glad when Alexander had picked the
smaller pod to join. He suspected that if anything ever happened to
Agba, Alexander would be eager to make the transition to merman. He
knew that such thoughts entered his mind concerning Gabriel.
His thoughts were interrupted by the sight of a striking female face
that rose from the water a few meters from the beach. Her feminine
face shone with a bright inner light, her deep blue eyes were set wide
apart above strong cheek bones and full lips, hinting at her Russian
heritage, while her blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders.
"Are you coming, Galina?" the woman asked in perfect Russian.
Grisha smiled at the imaginatively mangled feminine version of his
name, but he liked it.
"Yes, Alexis," he said, guessing at what the former biologist had done
to his name, and he rose to stride into the water. "I am coming."
********
It took twenty minutes to reach the cave, which was at the far end of
the land shelf for this small island. Grisha watched with fascination
as both Agba's and Gabriel's pods escorted him through the water. He
was naked, and his hairy and now thin body felt like a feather being
pulled along by Gabriel's strong strokes. Petra and Xing swam along
side, near the surface, while Agba's pod with their newest addition
swam below them, warding off the many sharks that had already claimed
his friends and countrymen.
The sharks seemed genuinely spooked by the mers, and Grisha wondered if
the mer's bio-electro-chemical systems had something to do with that.
Sharks had very sensitive electroreceptor organs, and apparently, the
mers shared a similar sensitivity. Whatever the reason, the sharks
shied away from the two pods even as they dragged along their still
vulnerable human.
Grisha noted that his gills were already working, but he still needed
to turn on his side to take a breath of air. When he turned back to
face down, he could see Alexis swimming with her new pod mates. She
was the largest mermaid in that pod, about a foot (30 cm) longer than
the white and pink female and the black and white female. Alexis was
still a few centimeters shorter than Agba, but his silver and black
tail was wider, stronger, and longer than hers. Alexis' blond hair
flowed down her back, her tiny waist, and over her now wide (and pink)
hips. Her dorsal ridge, the ends of her flukes and fins were all
tinged with white highlights while her long and graceful tail matched
the pink highlights of the white-tailed female.
Grisha examined the coloration of his future pod mates, and suddenly
thought about his mother. She had been a redhead, not like Pat's
bright and rich red, but lighter, almost a pale reddish blond, with
clear blue eyes. She loved the rich colors of the forest and farm, and
Petra and Xing's coloration would have made her smile. He remembered
that she used to wear a dark maroon dress to church that enhanced her
pale, freckled skin and her feathery red hair. He smiled, as he
remembered his now dead mother, and thought yes, I finally know what I
will look like.
Petra, perhaps sensing his resolution, caressed his arm, and signaled
that he should take a final breath before they plunged down 10 meters
to the cave below. He would have enough air for about ten minutes, but
his transition would soon override that need. He looked upward at the
blue sky, untouched by clouds, breathed deep his last breath as a human
male, and turned for the bottom.
********
Gabriel pulled him into the center of the cave where all the other mers
had arranged themselves in a circle. The sensual charge in the cave
was palpable, and all the mers were bioluminescent, pale light
shimmering up and down their dorsal ridges and along their flukes and
fins, augmenting the dim light filtering from above. He felt his heart
begin to pound, not because he was in 10 meters of water and the
pressure was intense, but rather because he could sense the power and
majesty that these creatures exuded. He struggled to maintain his
focus on the super smart brain he would have as Petra gathered him to
her enormous breasts, and said, "Welcome Galina, drink from me and
receive your tail."
As his lips slowly closed the distance to her out thrust nipple, he
felt light headed and dizzy. He tried to remember his mother, but
found he could not.
"Wait," he said, wasting some of his air.
Petra sensed something was wrong, and Grisha watched as her chest rose
and fell quickly, and then she pulled him to her mouth as though to
kiss him. He was surprised when she blew a lungful of air into him.
"Go ahead, talk," She urged, "I can keep giving you air."
"You can?" he asked, stunned.
"Yes, but let's not waste too much time here," Petra cautioned. "What
is the problem?"
"I can't hold the vision in my head," he said softly, only Petra could
hear him. "Too dizzy, too much ..." Another lungful of air was forced
into him.
"My mother ... maroon dress, light red hair, blue eyes," he whispered
and then received another lungful of air. "Maroon tail ... your size,"
he finished.
"My size?" Petra asked. "All of my size?" she asked, sweeping her
gaze along her breasts and hips.
He nodded.
"Alright everyone," she said in her mermaid's silvery voice, "His
mother's coloring, a maroon tail, blue eyes, and light red hair; now
concentrate." She gave Grisha/Galina another breath of air, and then
pulled him back to her breast.
Grisha/Galina could feel the shift in energy in the cave, and everyone
started humming. He found Petra's large breasts irresistible, and he
closed his lips around her large nipple. The milk literally gushed
down his throat, and he could feel a new energy building within his
naked body. He frantically gulped her milk as it literally poured from
her breasts. He could feel new strength in his body after only a few
minutes, and the pressure from the water seemed to lessen. By the time
he had finished her other breast, he could tell that his gills were
working just fine, and that his journey toward womanhood, or rather
mermaid-hood, had begun in earnest.
Petra could see that Grisha/Galina's dark brown eyes had lightened, and
his/her body looked healthier. She could also tell that motherhood had
increased her potency, and she gave the changeling a gentle push
towards Xing, and resumed humming.
Grisha/Galina floated towards Xing, who was about over a foot shorter
than Petra, and took the raven-haired Asian beauty into his arms and
kissed her. "My last kiss as a man," he said with a bit of difficulty.
Xing smiled and blew a bit of air into her future pod mate and said,
"But not your last kiss from me, Galina. Drink from me and receive
your tail."
As he drank, "Galina" gave himself over to the vision that both pressed
upon her from without, the combined focus and energy of the mers, and
pressed outward from within his/her own changing consciousness. He
gently sucked on Xing's breast and was surprised to find that her milk
gushed with the same force as Petra's. Xing could also feel her
increased potency, as the previous night's sex with Gabriel had proved
fruitful. Ignorant of Xing's impending motherhood, Galina encircled
his still male arms around the delicate Chinese mermaid, and drank
deeply from her, focusing on the vision of the redheaded, blue-eyed,
maroon mermaid who was very smart. Galina remained the scientist,
cataloguing what he/she could feel within his/her body and what he
could sense, with growing clarity, that which the mers were projecting
onto him.
As he/she moved from Xing to Pat, Galina could feel his body hair
falling away, as his male skin began to tighten and shrink. Pat
invited him to receive "her" tail, and as Galina pulled deeply from
Pat's large breasts, nearly the equal to Petra's, he could begin to
feel the power of the mermaid's milk begin to build within his body.
After Danni invited "her" to receive her tail, Galina's body began to
convulse as the milk's power began to attack her male body, breaking it
down, and reforming it into a female one. Phoebe's breasts added more
power, more change agent, and Galina could feel his bones shrinking,
their mass becoming less and less. His entire body ached, but the
power of the milk kept the pain from being too great. Even as the pain
of bones changing throbbed throughout his body, Galina could feel a
renewed vigor flow through his veins. He was getting younger even as
he was changing into a woman.
As Galina turned to John, the largest merman in the group, he could
tell that she was about to turn a corner from which there would be no
turning back. He could feel the powerful focus of all the mers that
hung in the water all around him, their humming seemed to carry the
strength of their vision through the water, vibrating through his body,
shaping his bones, cells, even his consciousness, to their will. He
decided to not fight the force of the mers, but rather sought to keep a
focus on his desire to be a genius. It was hard to keep that focus, as
the force of fifteen mers bore down on him.
"Welcome Galina, drink from me and receive your tail," John sang as
Galina floated towards his incredible cock, thrusting stiffly upwards
from his tail, over 35 centimeters (14'') extended outwards at a 45
degree angle. The moment he/she reached out with his/her increasingly
delicate hand and took him into HER mouth, she felt the change within.
Galina throbbed within her, and soon would be made real. John exploded
into her immediately, and she nearly choked as she swallowed it down.
Even as his semen pushed down her throat, Galina could feel further
changes beginning in her body. Her hips were now pushing outwards,
slowly, steadily, painfully, while her shoulders were narrowing, and
her rib cage was shifting and shrinking. In seconds, John was done,
and Galina was fully in the grip of her transformation.
As she floated to Alexis, she could feel her abdomen tightening and her
reproductive organs begin to change. After Alexis sang her invitation,
Galina could feel her former fellow scientist's milk begin to force her
testicles change into ovaries. Alexis swooned with her first feeding,
and focused her thoughts on how Galina would become a sexual goddess.
Galina felt the force of Alexis' thoughts, and struggled to remain
focused on her super brain, but the strong feelings generated by her
penis withdrawing into her body nearly overwhelmed her.
As she moved to Angara and then Liga, the milk continued to build and
do it's work. Galina could feel that she was now a woman internally,
and her chest began to feel tender and swollen. As she put her hand to
Liga's breast, she could see that her hands had fully changed, each
finger small and delicate, her index fingers had lengthened and were
now her second longest finger. She gave Liga's breast a light squeeze
as she began to drink. After a few minutes, Galina could feel her hair
pushing out from her scalp, and tickling down her soft, sloping
shoulders. As she drifted towards MuSu, she could feel her budding
breasts begin to swell, and as each spurt of his semen rushed down her
increasingly eager throat, she could feel an echoing pulse push through
her breasts as they grew. When she turned to the triplets, she was a
complete woman, a strawberry blond match for Petra, with tremendously
large breasts, a slim waist, and full rounded hips from which her
shapely feminine legs hung, ending in small, delicate female feet.
Barely able to concentrate, Galina hung in the water, feeling her now
youthful and female body as the water and the mental focus of all the
mers pressed in on her from all sides. As she turned in the water to
face one of the triplets, she felt the delayed tug of her enormous
breasts pull against her chest, and the water push between her legs,
caressing her new vagina. Her long, hairless legs brushed against each
other, and she felt her ankles touch, but water still flowed in between
her thighs, her legs now separated by her wide hips. She could feel
the still strong forces of the milk swirl within her body, and there
were more mers from which to drink.
"Galina, my sister, drink from me and receive your tail," one of the
triplets sang-Galina could not yet tell them apart. As she pulled on
the beautiful breast of the blue and white-tailed mermaid, Petra and
Xing floated further down in the water, and began to stroke her legs.
Galina moaned into the girl's breast, and began to feel the power for
her ultimate transformation begin to build. As milk poured down her
throat, she could feel her long beautiful legs stiffening under the
ministrations of her soon-to-be-sister-wives.
"Galina, my fellow scientist, drink from me and receive your tail,"
another triplet sang. Galina vaguely remembered in her near trance-
like state that Emma was the young scientist among the triplets. She
tried to acknowledge this link, but she was unable to speak. Emma
pulled her to her breast, and Galina drank. Her body had stopped
shifting and moving as the power built for her penultimate change. Her
legs were now frozen, stiffly pointing towards the cave floor, only a
meter or so below her toes. Petra and Xing were still stroking her
soft, feminine legs, humming along with the rest of the mers as Galina
drained one and then the other of Emma's breasts.
"Galina, drink from me and receive your tail," the last triplet sang.
Galina could feel powerful forces gathering within her body, as
invisible waves of energy rushed up and down her body. She could still
feel the combined forces of the mers as they collectively focused their
energies on her, and Galina could only manage a whisper of a thought
towards her smarter brain. She drank from the girl's breasts, and felt
the power build exponentially. When she pulled away from the last of
the triplets, her body and mind were fully in the grip of her
transformation, and she could feel herself finally desire the final
change that was to come.
"Gabriel," she sang for the first time into the water, "give me my
tail!"
Petra and Xing shared a knowing look as they turned Galina in the water
to face their pod mate. They could feel the incredible forces locked
within Galina's body as they guided her stiff form to where Gabriel
floated in the water, his long stiff cock pointed rigidly into the
water.
As the beautiful Galina slowly floated towards him, Gabriel drank in
the vision before him. She was nearly as tall as Petra had been before
she became a mermaid, and her body was nearly identical, but there were
some differences. Her pale reddish blond hair curled down to her hips,
while her deep blue eyes shone with the power and passion of this
incredible transformation. Her breasts were the same high, full globes
topped with large, protruding nipples, and her waist was the same tiny
circumference flowing out smoothly to equally wide hips. Her legs were
now vibrating in the water as Petra and Xing guided their future
sister-wife to his cock.
"Come, my sister-wife, drink from me and receive your tail," Gabriel
sang in his rich baritone.
When his cock slipped past her lips, Gabriel felt the most intense
orgasm he had ever felt rip through his body. He arched his back as
the waves of pleasure surged through his body, starting deep in his
tail and rising up through his cock, and exploding again and again into
Galina's mouth. Petra and Xing left Galina's rigid and quivering legs
to help hold Gabriel's arms steady as he pumped his seed into their
newest mermaid.
When Gabriel stopped spurting, Galina pulled back ... moaning. She
felt her arms being pulled out from her body by some outside force,
stretching them out horizontally, while her toes were stiffly pointed
towards the bottom. She hung suspended in the middle of the circle,
surrounded by the pods who were all humming a low tone into the water,
their bioluminescence growing as the sensual power of the final
transformation built. Galina could feel herself frozen in the water,
her entire body rippling with the energies that had been fed to her by
the fifteen mers around her.
She catalogued the feelings even as they rushed through her like a
lover's caress, each more pleasurable than the next. She knew her eyes
were open, but all she could see was a beautiful mermaid with long
strawberry hair, piercing blue eyes, large heavy breasts, and a
sweeping maroon tail tinged with deep blue fringes. This vision seemed
to float in the water as though a mirror was before her, and that image
was slowly drifting towards her. She could still feel the others
around her, supporting her, controlling her change, and ... a new
feeling ... she could feel Petra, Xing, and Gabriel loving her. A love
... a feeling she had never before known, flowing through her body as
the vision drifted towards her. The great waves of movement rippled
through her body, building in intensity, her whole being was now
vibrating with power.
Galina felt a great urge to push, and she moaned loudly into the water
as she pressed with her entire body, pushing down. In the middle of
the push, she felt her new womb spasm with the most intense pleasure
she had ever known, and as the wave of pleasure flowed down her legs,
she could feel them knit themselves together into a single unit,
thousands of nerves, blood vessels, and cells pulling apart and pushing
together, waves and waves of energy pulsing through her legs and lower
torso. Then she felt her still pulsing womb slowly sink down a few
inches as her still new and unexplored vagina and other internal parts
also moved forward and down. She could feel her gills tingling, her
enormous breasts out thrust into the cool water, her hair flowing down
her back, and she could feel the presence of the others, helping,
guiding, loving. She could feel her entire body vibrating, filled with
the power of the mermaid's milk.
Galina felt the need to push again, and so she did, and this time felt
the bones of her legs break and fuse, merging into a new single
structure, longer and fuller than it had been before. Her tail was
finally arriving. It hurt as her bones reformed into multiple pieces,
but the power of the milk made it bearable. Her bones settled into
their new positions, and she began to feel new muscles snaking up from
the bottom of her tail, up through her pelvis, anchoring themselves
throughout her body. Thin strands of thread twisted their way up
through her upper body, while in her tail, thick ropes of muscle
throbbed and grew. She could feel new organs developing, as a sense of
hollowness expanded underneath her growing dorsal ridge, and she felt
herself become slightly more buoyant.
Another push, and she felt a tremor snake down her body, and felt her
feet expand out into two enormous flukes that spread out into the
water. Another push, and two fins pushed out from her mid-tail, and
two more at her hips, each filling with bone, muscle, and nerves. The
tremendous energy that had built within her body's core now pushed
outward, and her skin began to tingle and twitch. Another smaller
push, and a hot tremor flashed up through her torso and flowed out
through her arms. She could feel webbing form in between her fingers
and new fins push out from her elbows, as new nerves and tissue filled
them. She could feel these new nerves hook up with the rest of her
body, and Galina understood where the mers' electroreceptor organs were
located, along the trailing edges of her fins and flukes and along her
dorsal ridge.
Another tremor bubbled up from her belly, washing up through her torso,
neck, face, and skull. Galina could feel her skin changing, and a
tickling along her tail told her that her scales were filling in,
covering her lower body with color. Finally, a final push pulsed from
deep within her, and her entire body convulsed, so strongly that she
arched backwards in a great release of ecstasy. Her tail curled back
above her head and quivered in the faint light of the cave. She found
that her eyes could focus again, and she could see her dark, richly
shimmering tail, floating a few centimeters above her head, now
sparkling with its own bioluminescence. It was gorgeous, a rich, deep
maroon that flickered with light, and her fringes were a rich, royal
blue that she hoped would match changed her eyes. Suddenly, she was
free from the grip of the transformation, and she relaxed in the water,
her hair gently swirling around her body.
Emma was wrong; it was better than any orgasm "he" had ever had.
********
The entire group floated wordlessly in the water admiring Galina's
beauty, her long and powerful tail that was now flashing and glowing in
the cave as her newly born female passion began to build within her.
She could feel many dramatic changes in her body, too many to
catalogue. But even as she felt a new kind of horniness rise within
her, she discovered that all her senses had improved, and that she
could see all the mers more clearly. Already John and MuSu's pods had
retreated to various corners of the cave, and had entwined themselves
together. Agba took Alexis' hand, and with Angara and Liga, he led
them to another part of the cave where the three mers surrounded their
new pod-mate, Agba's stiff cock was clearly visible as Alexis shyly
reached out to caress it. Galina was shocked to see everyone making
love, right in front of everyone else. But that shock passed, as she
recognized that her own passion was still rising, still building, and
soon it would be beyond any control she might muster.
The combination of this realization with the new sensation of being
able to "sense" her own new pod mates caused her to turn her attention
to Gabriel, Petra, and Xing, who were waiting for her to recover, each
of them filled with need and passion. Even as she recognized that she
would lose this battle, Galina attempted to "feel" her own changes one
more time. As she quivered in the water, she extended her senses out
from the cave to the surrounding sea, and found it strangely absent of
fish. She could feel all kinds of smaller animals, but the larger fish
were further away than she expected. This strangeness was something to
explore later.
Galina focused on her own tail, feeling the water moving over it. She
finally dropped her hands to her side, feeling where her skin and
scales joined, tracing the swells and dips of her soft, unnaturally
smooth skin. She could feel where her hair brushed the top of her
tail, she flexed her flukes, and they spread out below her like a
Chinese fan, sending faint sparkles of color in every direction. She
looked up and smiled at Petra, who was now approaching her new near
physical twin.
"You are beautiful," Petra said softly, "so beautiful."
"I had good model," Galina said in broken English, surprising herself
with her new knowledge.
"Your English will improve quickly," Petra explained as she reached out
to trace the swell of Galina's large breasts. "And you will teach us
Russian."
Petra ended the conversation and Galina's attempts to catalogue the
feelings of her new body by pulling her into a kiss. Galina swooned
with the sensation of Petra's lush lips sliding past her own, their
bodies pressed to one another's, their large breasts preventing their
tummy's from actually touching. Galina reached around Petra and tried
to press their abdomen's together, but their pillow-like breasts were
too large. Galina didn't mind, as the pressure of their beautiful,
full breasts pressed into one another's was nearly overwhelming.
"But we won't need words for a while," Petra gasped, and kissed her
again.
Galina could feel Xing swim up next to her as Gabriel waited patiently
for his wives to come to him. Galina could feel the passion that had
been rising leap to a new level as Xing's breasts brushed her elbow
fins. She didn't think her own breasts could get any bigger, but as
Petra's tongue swirled around her teeth, lips, and tongue, and Xing
pressed herself along her side, Galina could feel her breasts tighten
with passion, and her large nipples stiffened into Petra's, the crinkly
flesh twisting and turning as Petra ground herself against her new
mate. Xing's small hands were stroking Galina's sides, running along
her hair, and then Galina nearly exploded in an orgasm as Xing ran her
hand lightly up her gills along her dorsal ridge.
That new lift in passion caused Galina to turn to Gabriel, whose cock
was extended obliquely from his obsidian tail, pulsing with strength
and power. Galina gave up all thoughts of ever being a man again, and
pushed herself towards her new mate, filled with a desire she had never
before felt. Petra and Xing swam quickly to stay with her as she made
a direct line for Gabriel's cock.
"This Galina's," she murmured as she stroked it with her small hand.
"It's yours and mine and ours," Xing corrected her as she resumed
stroking Galina's flanks and breasts.
"There's plenty to share," Petra said with a giggle, "trust me, I know.
Go ahead, take a taste," she urged.
Galina looked up at Gabriel's dark face, now softened by her new desire
for him, and felt her heart quiver as she looked up into his flashing
violet eyes. She looked back at the impressive cock that was
centimeters from her face, and she opened her mouth, and slid her lips
slowly over the glans of his cock, pushing back his foreskin with her
teeth. After a few slow strokes, she lifted herself up and still
holding his cock in one hand, kissed him for the first time.
Gabriel held Galina's face gently in his large hands as their tongues
danced together. She felt her passion build higher still as she felt
his strong hands caress her ears and face as they kissed. She was
dimly aware of Xing and Petra each rising along each side of Gabriel,
still stroking her with one hand as they positioned themselves over his
rising pelvic fins on either side. Galina guided his cock along her
vent, feeling for the first time her swollen labia and clitoris as his
stiff cock pushed through her furrow. She moaned into Gabriel's kiss,
and nearly swooned with lust. Petra and Xing steadied her, keeping her
from slipping away from their quartet of love.
She broke from his kisses and looked down at her body, past her swollen
breasts, her nipples tight and firm in the cool water, past her slender
waist and flat tummy, to where she could now see her mons rising above
the rest of her tail, eager and ready for Gabriel's penis. She wrapped
her tail around Gabriel's, and began to aim herself for his cock. Once
his head had pushed past her outer lips, she raised both hands to
Gabriel's neck, and looked deep into his eyes. Such pretty eyes, rich
violet, shimmering eyes. How could she ever have feared this merman,
she wondered.
He smiled at her, and began to push into her. Galina could feel the
slow, steady power of his cock as it slipped into her molten depths.
She leaned back, forcing her mons onto his advancing cock until a sharp
pain stopped her. Her new hymen prevented her from further movement.
"Go," she whispered to Gabriel.
"Go where?" he asked not quite sure what his new pod-mate meant.
"In," she urged, whimpering in her need.
"Ah," he smiled. "That has been the plan all along." He pressed her
head to his shoulder, gave a quick push.
Galina stifled a scream as Gabriel's powerful stroke ripped through her
virginity and propelled his cock all the way into her body. She stayed
rigid, pressed to his body, feeling his heartbeat against her breasts,
her own heart pounding within, as his thick cock throbbed within her
newly opened womanhood. After a few moments, she noticed that both
Petra and Xing were watching her with lidded eyes, and then looked down
to see each of their vents pressed against Gabriel's vibrating pelvic
fins. She became conscious of the vibrations that quivered along the
length of Gabriel's cock and how her own clit ached with pleasure.
She leaned back again, grinding herself in slow circles on his cock,
slowly getting used to the feeling of this now welcome invader. She
nodded her head after a few moments, and Gabriel reached down to her
pelvic fins, and using them as handles, pushed her hips away from his.
She shivered as she felt his strong cock slide slowly from her velvety
grasp, and then gasped as he pulled on her fins impaling her to the
hilt.
They began a rhythm, in and out, stroking long full strokes, as Galina
felt her new breasts swell even further, and the whispers of an orgasm
began to rise within her. She watched as Xing cried out, pulling
herself lightly to Gabriel as milk spurted from her breasts, her face
twisted in pleasure, her entire body twitching and jerking. Petra
quickly followed, her enormous breasts filling the water with a cloud
of white milk. Still, Galina felt Gabriel's cock work its way slowly
and gently in and out of her vagina, feeling the heat and tension rise.
Soon, he was slapping himself against her, and now her clit began to
throb, tingle, and buzz with each slap.
"Oh, uh, uh, uh," she cried, as her body was filled with new sensations
she never dreamed of experiencing.
"Oh, Galina," whispered Petra, pressing her own still spurting breasts
against her new mate, "let it come, let it come," urging her forward.
Petra and Xing, now recovering from their own orgasms, shared a look,
and then they each lightly stroked Galina's gills together. Galina's
body imploded, and she arched her back against the incredible
stimulation from her gills, forcing her mons hard against Gabriel's
cock. Her vaginal walls clenched around him as the spasms of her first
female orgasm roared through her body, her breasts spewing milk into
the water. Her eruption of milk was so thick and sudden that Gabriel
could not see Galina's face. Galina saw stars as she felt her body
quake around Gabriel's cock. Suddenly, his eyes flashed, and she felt
his orgasm rise through his cock, through her vagina, and splash hotly,
deep within her body. Her body crashed anew through another powerful
orgasm, and she screamed her pleasure into the cave, not caring that
fifteen other mers shared their space.
What had she ever feared, she dimly though as she savored the long
aftershocks of her multiple orgasms. If she had any inkling that this
was what life as a mermaid would be like, she never would have let
Alexander go first.
To be continued?