Chapter 2

Chapter

Two

T he water was a perfect temperature as we swam deeper and deeper. There were a few fish swimming by – nothing big, but all brightly colored. Soon, more sea creatures appeared, followed by waving reefs of coral and fronds of some kind of seaweed that I’d never seen before. Most of the creatures greeted us, and Marcel introduced me to several of them.

Marcel stopped and turned to me. “We’re approaching the Kingdom of Dorado. Let’s swim a bit faster.”

It was strange that I could hear him speak underwater, but I was getting used to things not being what I was used to.

“Okay, I can do that,” I said, and I kicked out and shot ahead. Swimming was much better than walking. I found myself shooting through the water at a great rate of speed until, after several minutes, I bumped into a large dolphin. The dolphin was swimming with a pod of four others, and they all asked if I was okay, and fussed around me, saying how sorry they all were that they had made me crash into them.

“But it was my fault! I wasn’t looking where I was going!” I told them.

“You are new to the sea, and we were not paying attention to our echolocation,” said the largest of them. “Greetings, Marcel. Who is our new mermaid?”

“This is Audrey, said Marcel.

“I’m not really a mermaid. I’m a human who dreamed of a beach before she died,” I explained.

“Many merfolk were humans once. You are a very pretty mermaid, Audrey,” said a small dolphin. “And that’s a really nice tail!”

I looked down at my legs and saw a beautiful blue and gold tail where my legs used to be. No wonder I could swim so fast!

The dolphins bade us farewell and frolicked off. I stroked my tail and marveled at its beauty. The rest of my body looked much as usual, and I didn’t feel any different. I did wonder where my pussy was, though.

“Marcel? Why are you scaly, and I’m not?”

He smiled at me and explained that the scaley merfolk were all some variety of sea life before they transitioned into merfolk, but smooth merpeople had originally been human. “It’s a bit complicated, as I, for instance, am a dolphin, and dolphins, being mammals, don’t have scales. However, the great and all-powerful Mer-God decreed that all sea creatures that die and become mer-shifters would be scaly.”

“Okaaay... So, basically, all the merfolk can shift back to their previous forms when they want to, including me?”

“Of course! If you want your legs back, all you have to do is wish for them.”

“Um, Marcel? Where do I, um...”

“Have sex?” he asked.

“Yeah. This is beautiful, but can we still, um…”

“Fuck?” Of course we can! Put your fingers in there...” He pointed to an area high on the front of my new tail. I was surprised to feel a slit about five inches long that was covered by what felt like puffy labia. When I parted them, I found a velvety passageway that seemed to go quite far into my body. I looked up at Marcel and grinned.

“That should be fun!”

“Yes, indeed! That one’s for fucking. For disposing of waste, you have one in the rear. Very efficient. Of course, you can get fucked in the rear passage, too – just like when you were human.”

I didn’t tell him that Derrick and I had never had sex involving my bottom.

“You can even have very satisfying sex with an orca, if you’re so inclined,” Marcel told me, releasing me from unhappy memories of sex with Derrick.

“An orca? You’re not serious. Those things are huge!”

“Of course they are, and they absolutely love to fuck mermaids. I’ve been told it’s an amazing feeling for the girls. Some orca penises measure eight feet long! I’d stay away from the bigger whales, though, if I were you. The Blue whale’s penis can be twelve to fourteen inches in diameter. Also, they can shoot gallons of sperm into your hoo-ha. Now, octopuses are another experience altogether. Eight tentacles make for a very happy coupling!”

My new hoo-ha gave a small shiver of arousal. “What about... dolphins?”

“Oh, baby! You’ll love it when you get fucked by a dolphin, and I sincerely hope I get to be your first. They travel in pods and take turns with you. A ménage with dolphins is what a lot of mermaids choose. We also have a great sense of humor.”

“Wow!”

“The pod we ran into, or, rather, you ran into, already has a mermaid partner. Her name is Cybelle, and you’ll meet her when we get to the King of the merfolk’s palace. But I am also a dolphin, and I can shift whenever you wish me to. You’ll get plenty of dolphin sex if you choose to stay with me!”

“I think I’d like that?”

“Trust me, Audrey. If you thought getting fucked by a merman was hot, wait until you try my dolphin penis. It’s prehensile, you know.”

I looked blankly at him, having no idea what that meant.

“I can extend it, swivel it, and make it grasp onto your inner folds so we stay connected for as long as we like. You’ll have a safe word, of course.”

“Okay. That sounds hot, but I’m confused. Do I need to be in mermaid form for you to have sex with me?”

“Darling girl! Of course not. Human pussies are quite able to stand having a dolphin penis inserted into them!”

“Do you have a... a pod?” I asked him. The currents swirled around us, and the fronds of seaweed waved sensuously in them.

“I don’t have one at present. My mother, father, and sister were captured and taken to Dolphin Cove in Jamaica. They’re quite happy – the park takes good care of them – and I’m able to visit during the off-season. It’s hard not seeing them much, though. I have posted a request on the community bulletin-board, asking if there are any pods that need a new member, but no one has replied yet. Now, let’s swim on and go see the King.”

I felt bad for Marcel. He must be lonely without a pod, but I hoped he would find me to be a good substitute. Glancing at him, I saw he was looking quite eager, probably because he was looking forward to seeing the king. I looked forward to meeting the king, too.

“There’s just one king?”

“No, indeed. This ocean has at least four. It’s a big job, and one king alone couldn’t possibly manage it.”

I looked forward to seeing more merfolk. I guess I was one, now.

We swam on, Marcel pointing out fascinating things as we made our way to Dorado, the place where the merfolk of this part of the ocean lived. I was scared when a huge eel fish swam up to us and writhed his long, snake-like body against me. Marcel assured me that was simply his way of saying ‘hello,’ but it felt as though he was looking to hook up. I patted the eel fish, and it rubbed its head against my hand before swimming off.

Shortly after this, we saw a change in the light ahead of us. We swam towards it. I was still marveling at how easy it was to swim with a tail, not to mention my new-found ability to breathe underwater. Soon, shapes that resembled a huge castle and multiple houses appeared, and I heard a sound that sounded like cheering. As we got nearer, I saw a crowd of beautiful creatures with human torsos and heads, and tails like mine, ahead of us. Some of them had scales like Marcel, while others had torsos as smooth skinned as mine was. They all faced us as we approached and, sure enough, they were greeting us as we came near.

“Welcome, Audrey!”

“We’re so glad you’re here!”

“Greetings, new mermaid!”

The throng of voices sounded like music, and I was soon surrounded by beautiful beings who petted and stroked me, but never seemed overwhelming in their appreciation.

Marcel and I were escorted into a magnificent palace made of coral and seashells. The walls were translucent, and the strange pink light that illuminated everything made them glow, even though we were deep under the sea at this point. There were couches made of natural sponges and tables that looked to be carved from amber or tortoiseshell. Marcel saw me staring at one of the tortoiseshell tables and hastened to reassure me. “The tortoises bring us the shell when one of them dies. Tortoiseshell has magical properties and, for centuries, humans killed the poor animals for it. It’s illegal to do that now, but the tortoises don’t forget, and they never want humans to steal their shells ever again.”

“Wow! My grandmother had a tortoiseshell hairbrush! I’m glad they made harvesting them illegal, Marcel.” Then I spied a huge pink fan, waving gently in the slight current that ran through the castle. “What’s that?”

“That’s a beautiful animal called a sea fan. They’re related to coral and jellyfish. Her name is Fiona, and she’s engaged to a seahorse named Trigger.”

Ahead of me, I saw a big throne with a merman sitting on it, one of his arms holding a trident, the other cuddling a tiny baby mermaid on his lap.

“That’s the Mer-King of this part of the ocean. His name is Marius, and that’s his baby daughter, Polly. Her mother is the queen consort, Aubrine. Of course, he has many other consorts, but Aubrine is his main squeeze, and he is hers.”

I looked at Marcel in astonishment. “So, he has lots of wives, but do they get to have sex with other mermen when they want to?”

“Well, of course they do, Audrey. There is no jealousy among the merfolk. Everyone shares everything. For instance, you might choose me for your mate, if that’s what you desire, but you could fuck any sea creature that strikes your fancy, anytime!”

“But how would I know who would want to fuck me?”

“Darling girl, everybody will want to fuck you, providing, of course, that you want them to. Consent is all important! Look, let’s try it. Look around and see if someone appeals to you.”

I was sure I was blushing, but I surreptitiously looked around me and soon saw a merman with a very large trident. He was looking my way. “Him?” I whispered.

Marcel grinned. “Great choice, sweetheart. That’s Clyde. He’s handsome and kind, but not, I’m afraid, intelligent. But, as a sex partner? He’s perfect for your first tryst as a mermaid.”

Marcel swam over to the merman without another word. The beautiful man grinned and followed him back to where I swam in waves of embarrassment. “Clyde, Audrey would like to have you as her first fuck as a mermaid.”

Clyde looked so pleased, I lost some of my shyness.

“Pretty Audrey, will you allow me to show you the joys and delights of mer-sex?” he asked.

“Um... Of course. I think I’d like it very much.”

“Would you like to be mounted here? Or in a private room?” Clyde asked me.

I looked around and realized the crowd of merfolk were all watching and waiting for my answer.

“I think that, for my first time, I’d like it to be private. Except, could Marcel come in with us?” I’d already had sex with Marcel, and I felt safe with him.

Marcel looked very pleased, and Clyde was smiling. “Of course, if Marcel wants to.”

So, we three waved goodbyes to the throng, and the two mermen led me down a corridor to a small but beautiful room. It contained a bed shaped like a giant conch-shell, and a tall sloping bench with a top that was padded with more natural sponge. I knew instinctively what that was for.

Marcel flopped down on the bed and prepared to watch me get railed.

Clyde gently arranged me on the bench on my back, with my hips raised and my tail bent down towards the floor. He then asked permission to hold my hands above my head, so I was immovable.

“For your first time, you’ll have a better experience if you’re immobilized. The thrusting is very intense, and it’s easier if you have something to rest against. Of course, Marcel could hold you, if you prefer.”

I looked at Marcel, and he nodded, so I told him I’d like that.

The next thing I knew, Marcel was kneeling behind me, holding my torso against his chest, and his two hands were on either side of my shoulders.

Clyde hovered over my body, as a cock the size of a baseball bat was aimed at my new orifice. I didn’t have time to do more than squeak before the huge appendage was thrusting into my... mer-pussy? It felt amazing!

Clyde’s cock, like Marcel’s, had scales that slid and grated depending on whether it was entering or exiting my mer-pussy. His giant tail swished to keep him steady in the current and helped him ram his giant dick into me. One of his huge hands played with my breasts, while the other held onto the bench, bracing his body against the gentle current. All-in-all, it was an amazing experience.

When he finally shot his seed into me and withdrew his penis, I was coming for the third or fourth time. Marcel got up from the bed and took his place at the end of the bench.

“My turn,” he growled, then an extraordinary change took place: Marcel the merman became Marcel the dolphin! Marcel as a dolphin was quite a bit bigger than Marcel as a merman, and he hadn’t been small then. At first, I was alarmed as this twelve-foot-long shape hovered over me, and then I became excited as he gently nuzzled under my body until I was floating. His rostrum (as I later learned his mouth was called) nipped my breasts, and his lovely prehensile penis swiveled and groped and finally grabbed my fishy vagina. Our bodies linked, we revolved together in the warm water. My arms tried to encircle him, but his body was far bigger than mine. Nonetheless, he kept us linked together as his member pulsed inside of me, each thrust causing my mer-pussy to spasm in ecstasy. I held on to his flippers, and the sensations that permeated my body were so far from anything I’d ever experienced that I thought I must be dying. I had never come in colors before, but this time, it was as though a rainbow was suffusing my body, and pulses of color and music filled me as I climaxed over and over.

I finally came so hard, I almost passed out. My last coherent thought was that my imagination must be pretty damn good.

I opened my eyes to find myself lying on the bench and a very smug Marcel hovering nearby. He was back in his merman shape, and he smiled and kissed me.

“Welcome back, Audrey. I hope that was good for you?”

He didn’t need to ask. I smiled and stroked his handsome face. “It was the most wonderful thing that’s ever happened to me, Marcel. Can we do it again soon?”

“Of course. Every day and every night. I hope you choose me for your mate, Audrey.”

“I think that’s already been decided!” I told him. I was still feeling floaty and happier than I ever remembered feeling, but I knew I wanted Marcel as my mate.

As I lay on the bench in a daze, a pretty mermaid swam up and asked to clean my “sea-pussy.” Yup. That was what she called my freshly fucked slit. I liked it better than ‘mer-pussy.’

“Hello, Audrey. My name is Cybelle, and I’m going to show you how to care for your sea-pussy. You need to do this after each fucking, or at least after every five, if they’re consecutive.” I remembered Marcel telling me she was the mate of the dolphin pod I’d run into earlier. Wow! Imagine sex like that with five dolphins!

She stroked me with her little hands, and she placed a flower that looked like a rose in my slit. The rose began pulsing, opening and closing its petals, and it felt really good as it moved the water in and out of me. After a few minutes, she plucked the rose out of my... sea-pussy... and gave it a kiss, whereupon it drew itself into a bud and swam out of the room, using just two petals to propel itself through the water. Soon, I realized it was actually some kind of fish!

I wondered where Clyde had gone, but, as Marcel and I exited the private room into the great hall, I saw him sitting on a sponge couch with a giant purple octopus.

“Marcel, is that octopus also a shifter?” I asked.

“Yes, he is. His name is Percy. He can shift to a merman, but his tentacles are much sought after by the mermaids,” Marcel told me. “Clyde is probably telling him how sweet your sea-pussy is, and I’m sure he will ask you for a shag.”

I looked doubtfully at the giant octopus. The size of his tentacles was alarming.

“Um, I think he’s too big,” I whispered.

I hadn’t counted on the way water intensified sounds, and Percy looked up at me and waved. “It’s okay, pretty one, I can get all eight of my tentacles in you without any trouble!” he said.

I waved back and told him I needed to recover from my previous fucking, which made everyone nearby chuckle. Marcel explained that, if I had sex with Percy right now, it would feel just fine. My sea-pussy was designed to be fucked almost continuously — unless I was pregnant, in which case I should slow down to three times a day.

“You will be a wonderful mer-mom!” Marcel whispered.

Percy undulated his tentacles in my direction, and I felt my sea-pussy throbbed in time to his undulations.

“Are you ready to meet Marius?” asked Marcel. “It’s baby Polly’s nap time, so he will be available for an audience.”

I looked towards the front of the great room and saw a beautiful mermaid carrying the baby off for her nap. The king stretched his arms, and I marveled at how muscular they were. Even from a distance, I could see the corded veins twining around them. As we swam forward, I realized how very big King Marius really was.

Marcel bowed his head to the mer-king and drew me forward. “Your majesty, may I present the newest member of our family? This is Audrey. Her favorite dream was having sex on a beach, and she once wanted to be a mermaid in a tank in Florida. I think this is better, don’t you, Audrey?”

I looked at Marcel and smiled. “Much, much better, Marcel.”

The huge merman rose up out of his chair and swam down to where we stood. “Welcome, Audrey!”

I tried to curtsy, but my new tail was not designed for it, and I tumbled over, flapping helplessly until Marcel grabbed me around the waist and straightened me. I was embarrassed, but the king smiled kindly and reached for my hand. He sat back down on his enormous throne and pulled me gently into his huge lap. He gave me a hug and a kiss on the forehead. I noticed his skin wasn’t scaly, and his eyes were the most amazing shade of azure blue. His long, golden hair was bound in a man-bun with ropes of pearls, and his penis was quite evident under my bottom. It felt like I was sitting on a large oak branch.

“So, pretty Audrey. What do you think of your new home?” he asked me in a deep, booming voice that sounded rather like waves beating on rocks.

“It’s so beautiful!” I told him, “And everyone is so kind!”

“It’s true that most merfolk are good, but there are exceptions. The ocean can be a dangerous place, particularly for beautiful young mermaids, I’m afraid. Marcel will teach you how to defend yourself, and I will make sure someone is watching over you. Now, pretty Audrey, may I fuck you?”

“Yes, your majesty,” I murmured. I mean, I couldn’t really say no to a king, could I? And why would I say no to this gorgeous man?

He cuddled me, not unlike the way he had cuddled his baby Polly, but I became aware of the already-large object inflating under me. It seemed to be nudging at the rear of my tail, where my human bottom had been. I felt a pinch, and, whatever the huge object was, it was inserted into my new back door! I wiggled a bit, and the king took that as an invitation to start fucking me. He bounced me up and down on his lap, and it felt amazing. I had never had anal sex before, and though my romance novels had made it sound as though it was the next thing to heaven, I’d never asked my husband for it, as I thought I knew exactly what he would have said. But he had been fucking Bitsy’s plump ass when I’d caught them, so maybe it was my fault?

As I bounced, the king’s ‘staff’ was thrusting of its own accord, the rest of his body not moving at all. He held me in his arms and, after I felt what seemed like a seismic eruption in my sea-anus, he kissed me gently and handed me back to Marcel.

“Here’s your girl. Be sure to keep her safe as long as she wants you to be her mate.” Then, he rose from his throne and strode out of the throne room.

Marcel took my hand and led me to another private room, where he picked up a conch shell and blew a long, melodic note. In a minute, Cybelle, the mermaid from my tryst with Clyde, entered the room. She placed a flower fish at my rear passage. This one was blue.

“Do you do this for everyone?” I asked her.

“Just for the newbies. There’s a room where you can go and the fish will take care of you, but it’s a bit strange at first, so I’d like to help you get used to it.”

The little blue flower fish was burrowing into my bottom, and it really felt good. I sighed, “I’m so happy that I dreamed of being a mermaid, even if I wanted to be a fake one! I wonder where my husband is now? Not that I miss him one bit!”

Marcel spoke up from where he was sitting on a shell chair across the room. “Derrick is just where he dreamed of being, but he doesn’t like it nearly as much as he thought he would.”

“Oh! Where is he?” I wanted all the deets.

Marcel grinned. “He dreamed of having a sex slave who he could do any perverted thing to, but since he was careless about how he wanted his wish to be fulfilled, and since he was not a good man, he is the sex slave and his ass is very, very sore. He’s chained to a bed in a filthy brothel and a giant woman is pegging him with a huge dildo. For eternity.”

I felt I should feel pity for Derrick, but I didn’t. Not one bit.