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For Science!

What do you mean its unethical? I do it for science!

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Jessica Hunter Cybermermaid

https://www.instagram.com/jessicahunterofficial/ told me she wanted to become a silver mermaid :3 well, its silver isnt it? <3?

The average male fantasy

Yes i know you guys want to be pampered by a big strong woman <3 But dont be ashamed, i'd love to pamper my lil men too <3

literature Suck me Softly 4 - Sails Sea legs

Stacy could feel the relentless pulse of the ship as it cleaved through the waves. Her legs and hips screamed in protest, a lingering reminder of yesterday's brutal hike. With a groan, she levered herself out of bed. The past few days at sea had at least acclimated her to the constant rocking and sway; her sea legs were finally kicking in. "First things first," she muttered, shuffling towards the cramped head.

Lowering her panties, a sharp intake of breath escaped her lips. Her inner thighs were a swollen, angry reddish-pink. "Oh, this is just great," she sighed. "I desperately need some powder today. Anything to keep this chafing under control."

Her gaze drifted lower, confirming her fears. Her groin area mirrored the condition of her thighs. But then, something else caught her eye: a stark white line circling each leg, precisely at her panty line. The angry redness abruptly ceased where her swimsuit bottom had been, leaving behind a bizarre, pale demarcation. Intrigued and slightly alarmed, she tentatively ran a finger along her inner thigh, wincing as it grazed the raw, chafed skin. But the white line… it felt different. Stiff. Firm. Almost… unnatural.

Standing, she explored the line further, tracing it with her fingertips as it snaked around her leg and disappearing beneath the curve of her buttock.”What the hell is this?” Stacy thought as she licked her finger and rubbed it against the line. Deep down hoping that it was just a layer of dried salt from the dive yesterday. The line pushed back against her finger and it didn't wipe away. “Shit”

 She paused, tilting her head to catch her reflection in the small mirror. Her rear did appear noticeably larger, more rounded than usual. It was less of a pear shape now, and more... "Bubble butt?" she whispered, a bewildered frown creasing her forehead, examining the unusual silhouette. She quickly wrapped a sarong around her, concealing her waist and legs. "Surely they have a first-aid kit on board. And maybe Katie or Heather knows what the hell this is." She stepped out of the head and made her way to the galley for breakfast.

Monica stirred, her hands still nestled between her thighs. A sheen of sweat clung to her skin, her breasts taut and flushed. "Noooo! We were just getting started," she murmured, the disappointment of the dream lingering in her voice. She instinctively massaged her vulva, her fingers tracing the slickness already blooming there. A gentle exploration began, her fingertips teasing her labia, inching closer to her clitoris. Monica was determined to bring the dream's promise to fruition.

As her fingers found their target, they circled, teased, and then tugged?… She paused, then repeated the motion, a little firmer this time. Yes, there it was. Her clitoris seemed to push free from its usual hiding place, standing proud, almost an inch in length. It was hard, swollen, and undeniably sensitive.

A gasp escaped her lips. She pulled her hand from her panties and threw back the covers, needing to see what was happening. There, inside her pink panties, a distinct bulge made a small tent of the fabric. Impatient, Monica yanked them off, needing a clearer view. Her clit was indeed thicker than she remembered, and even as she watched, it seemed to pulse, or more accurately ‘throb’. "Ummmm, okay… that's… umm… new," she whispered, her voice laced with a mixture of surprise and apprehension.

She sat up, pulling her knees to her chest. "Okay, Monica, don't panic," she muttered to herself. "Maybe it's just.. An allergic reaction?" She rummaged through her travel bag, searching for a mirror. Holding it up, she examined herself closely. The skin around her clitoris was slightly red, but nothing alarming. She touched it gingerly, and a sharp, tingling sensation shot through her. Definitely sensitive.

"This is...weird," she said aloud, the word echoing slightly in the small cabin. She glanced at the digital clock on the bedside table. The others were probably already up.

She needed some time to think. She had been feeling exceptionally horny for most of this trip, but your clitoris doesn't just spontaneously enlarge overnight, does it? Maybe she could discreetly pull the stewardess aside and ask about allergy medicine or something. It was a long shot, but she needed an explanation, and fast. She heard a door open and close down the hall. Everyone else must be up already. Panic began to gnaw at her.

Monica scrambled out of bed, pulling on her yoga shorts and slinging a sarong around her waist. As she moved, the tightness of the shorts brushed against her engorged clit, sending a shiver of unwanted pleasure through her. The throbbing seemed to be subsiding slightly, but the discomfort remained. She didn't want to ruin the trip with her...her situation. Hopefully, she could confide in Katie or Heather.

As she reached the cabin door, she paused, taking a deep breath. "Okay, Monica," she whispered, "play it cool." She pasted on a smile and stepped out into the hallway.

Leaving her room, Monica saw Stacy heading up the stairs. “Morning, Stacy,” she greeted. They walked up together. Cassie was already on the deck, nursing a mimosa beneath a wide-brimmed sun hat. She giggled upon seeing her friends. “Is it sarong day, already?” she teased, eyeing their outfits. 

Grabbing her phone Cassie started a video. “Day 3 girls! How we doing this morning?” On her screen she saw the annoyed faces from Stacy and Monica. “ oooooo looking a little rough from last night.”

Stacy, self-conscious, desperately looked for a chair to strategically position herself in, hoping to minimize the view of her backside. Monica subtly checked her own sarong and then sat down as well, sighing with relief as a gentle breeze offered some comfort. She wasn't quite sweating, but definitely glistening. “Ugh turn that silly thing off” 

“Okay okay” Cassie giggled as she turned off the recording.

Katie rounded the corner, radiating energy. “Ladies, good to see everyone’s up and about. We’re almost to our next stop.”

“We’re not hiking again, are we?” Stacy whispered to Monica, her voice laced with anxiety, fearing Cassie had another physically demanding day planned.

Katie noticed the worried glances exchanged between Stacy and Monica. “Nope, not today, girls. I think you’re really going to enjoy this. We’re stopping at a private lagoon, and you’re all getting massages.”

The girls’ spirits visibly lifted. “Oh, that’s perfect!” Cassie exclaimed, her voice sounding more relieved than enthusiastic. “My back and legs are so tight and sore.”

Which was, in fact, the truth. Cassie had woken with aching legs and a back so stiff she felt most comfortable slightly bent forward. But more concerning were two ever-so-slightly painful pricks just above her hairline. She'd felt them while brushing her hair after waking up. Two small lumps. She was vaguely worried she’d taken a tumble while drunk the night before. She’d decided to wear her hat, hoping to conceal them.

Monica stood up. “Hey, Katie, do we have any ginger ale? I need something to cool down.”

“Of course, I’ll grab you one from the galley,” Katie replied cheerfully.

“Oh, mind if I come with you?” Monica inquired.

“Sure, do you girls need anything?” Katie asked the others.

Stacy hesitated, a little too shy to ask about a first-aid kit, but resolving to inquire before the massage. She wasn’t thrilled about the prospect of someone prodding her swollen bottom, but maybe they had some lotion or cream that might alleviate her chafing. “We’re good!” she lied, forcing a bright smile.

As Katie and Monica walked towards the galley, Stacy shifted uncomfortably in her seat. “So, Cassie,” she started tentatively, “how long are these massages supposed to be?”

Cassie shrugged, adjusting her sun hat. “I’m not sure. Katie said it was a surprise. But honestly, I'm so looking forward to it. These knots in my back are killing me.” She paused, then added with a slightly forced cheerfulness, “Maybe we can relax by the lagoon afterward with some cocktails.”

Stacy managed a weak smile. Cocktails sounded good, but the thought of exposing her chafed thighs in a swimsuit filled her with dread. "That sounds… nice," she mumbled.

“Ginger ale?” Katie asked again, concern etched on her face as she led Monica down to the crew section of the catamaran. “Are you feeling alright? You’ve been sweating every time I’ve seen you this morning.”

Monica hesitated, wringing her hands. “Yeah, well… ummm… maybe not really? Look, can you promise not to tell the other girls? They’ll never let me live it down.”

“Sure, I promise. What’s going on?” Katie reassured her, her tone gentle and encouraging.

“I don't know if I'm actually sick, but I’ve been feeling really hot and sweaty, and I feel kind of… swollen, I guess?” Monica confessed, checking her sarong subtly to see if her hips were covered..

Katie considered this, a flicker of understanding in her eyes. These girls clearly weren't used to the amount of alcohol they'd been consuming. “Swollen, or bloated? It could just be dehydration from the sun and drinks. It happens. Listen, you’ll adjust soon enough. Here, drink some ginger ale and some water. Take it easy today, okay? We'll play it by ear, and I bet you’ll be feeling better before you know it. You can just relax on deck.”

“Okay," Monica agreed, relieved. "Could I maybe have some Benadryl too? Just in case it’s…. an allergy or something?”

“Sure thing," Katie replied with a reassuring smile. "If the ‘swelling’ gets worse, or you start itching, I’ll grab the med kit and get you some Benadryl. Just let me know.”

Monica smiled back, visibly relieved as she left the crew galley.

Katie sighed, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. The humidity was relentless, and her hair kept falling across her face. She had a mild ring in her ears and they tingled slightly. Annoyed, she headed to her crew cabin for a hair tie. Grabbing one, she quickly gathered her hair into a ponytail. As she did, her eyes caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Something about her ears looked...wrong.

"Huh... that's weird," she muttered, a furrow forming on her brow. She peered closer, tilting her head.

Leaning closer to the mirror, Katie's heart skipped a beat. Her ear seemed flatter, almost…thinner in places. There was a faint, slightly bluish tinge to the skin. And the small red spot from yesterday, which she’d dismissed as a mosquito bite, was now a distinct, almost elfish, point. To her horror, she noticed three more similar red spots, evenly spaced down the lobe of her ear, almost like…like deliberate markings.

She blinked confused, staring intently, trying to convince herself that it was just a trick of the light, or exhaustion playing tricks on her eyes. Then, quickly, she turned to examine her other ear. It was the same. The subtle flattening, the bluish hue, the unnerving pattern of red dots. “What the hell is going on?” she whispered

When they arrived at the lagoon, a picturesque scene unfolded before them. A small cabana, thatched with palm leaves, stood invitingly near a pristine beach dotted with a few sun umbrellas and comfortable lounge chairs and a cooler full of drinks. The turquoise water shimmered under the tropical sun, promising blissful relaxation.

Katie helped Cassie off the small boat. "Careful now, the sand's a little soft." She smiled, gesturing towards the cabana. "Ready for some pampering?"

Cassie grinned, anticipation lighting up her face. "Born ready! This view alone is melting away all my stress."

They made their way to the massage table set up within the cabana's shade. The breeze was sublime, carrying the scent of salt and hibiscus flowers. Cassie lay down on the table, carefully positioning the small towel over her rear. The soft fabric offered a degree of modesty, though it left much of her exposed to the warm air. Katie, ever the professional, adjusted the table height and gathered her oils, preparing to begin.

"You've got a bit of color," Katie observed, her eyes scanning Cassie's back, which was pink from her shoulders down to her calves.

"Did you get sunburnt yesterday?" she asked gently.

"Only slightly," Cassie replied, her voice muffled by the headrest. "It doesn't hurt, though. Just a little red."

"Oh, that's good," Katie said, relieved. "Sunburns and deep tissue massages don't mix well." She squeezed a dollop of fragrant oil into her hands and began to rub them together, warming the oil. "Alright, let's get started. Just let me know if the pressure is ever too much, okay?"

Katie’s hands, warm and skillful, began to work on Cassie’s shoulders, kneading away knots of tension. She started with broad strokes, gradually deepening the pressure. "You're holding a lot of tightness in your upper back," Katie commented. "Stress tends to settle right here."

Cassie sighed contentedly. "Tell me about it. This trip is all about undoing all that stress, though."

Katie focused on the muscles around Cassie's shoulder blades, using her thumbs to work in small, circular motions. "Just breathe deeply," she instructed. "In... and out..."

She moved down to the lower back, using the heels of her hands to apply firm, even pressure. Beneath her hands she felt a strange change in the feeling of Cassie's lower back muscles. A firmness like a band across the small of her back.

Moving on she pushed down, applying pressure to the back of Cassie's thighs. Again, she felt a firmness, like a layer of thin plastic resisting her touch. As her hands moved further down her legs, she noticed something even stranger. About every half meter or so, there was an odd, horizontal divot, a slight indentation in the flesh.

"Hmmm… I'm not hurting you, am I?" Katie asked, concerned. As she eased the pressure, she could barely make out that stiff feeling, and the divots seemed to soften.

"Oh, not at all! This feels great," Cassie sighed, "I can feel my quads releasing. You have magic hands!"

Katie began again, moving down her legs a second time with even pressure. She now distinctly noted at least seven divots that lined up almost perfectly on each leg. They began right at the small of Cassie's back and extended clear to her ankles. What could this be? she wondered, a flicker of unease crossing her mind. While she worked the lotion was getting caught between Katies fingers.

"Okay, roll over, please," Katie instructed, wiping off the excess lotion, wanting to examine the front of her legs.

Cassie groaned dramatically as she rolled onto her back. "Ohhhh, it hurts so gooooood."

Katie began again, working down the front of Cassie's legs this time. "Just let me know anytime it hurts too much."

She pushed down hard on her hip and started to rhythmically massage down her right thigh. However, again, she felt an odd firmness where there shouldn't be. Bit, this wasn't a sheet of resistance like on the back of Cassie's legs, but round knots, more frequently spaced, mostly down her thigh with a few on the top of her shin. They felt... almost like pebbles embedded beneath the skin.

Again, when Katie eased up on the pressure, she didn't feel them. The texture returned to normal. This is so strange, she thought, brow furrowing in concentration. I've never felt anything like this before. She decided to proceed cautiously, focusing on relaxation rather than deep tissue work.

After finishing the massage on Cassie's legs, Katie moved on to her arms and neck, using gentle strokes to ease any remaining tension. She finished with a soothing scalp massage, Cassie winced slightly at the touch.

“Owww, umm I’m sorry i think i bumped my head last night sometime, could you maybe skip that part?”

“Oh course, whatever you're comfortable with,” Katie replied, moving her fingers lightly tracing circles on Cassie's temples.

"And... done!" Katie announced, stepping back from the table. "How do you feel?" It was half honest concern and half good customer service. Katie needed to note her observations in the medical log. Muscle cramps and accidents happen but a little paperwork protects the crew from liability. Should probably tell Heather too, she thought.

Cassie stretched luxuriously, her eyes still closed. "Like I'm floating on a cloud. Seriously, that was incredible. Thank you!" She sat up slowly, a blissful smile on her face. "I think I could fall asleep right here."

Katie smiled back, relieved that Cassie had enjoyed the massage, despite the odd sensations she had encountered. "Well, don't fall asleep just yet," she said, handing Cassie a cool glass of water. "Enjoy the rest of your day, and don't forget the sunscreen!"

Katie’s fingers felt strangely tight after the massage. It was a great day for this. The gentle breeze made the cabana comfortable and inviting. Cracking her knuckles, Katie looked at her nails. The webbing between her fingers looked like it stretched further up her fingers. “This lotion keeps sticking to me… maybe it went bad?”

Stretching her arms over her head, Katie caught a strong whiff of something fishy. “Oh gosh, is that me?” she thought, hoping the girls wouldn't notice it over the scent of the lotion. She made a mental note to scrub extra hard tonight.

One massage down, two to go. Monica was up next. Katie watched her walking toward the cabana as Cassie wobbled back toward the umbrellas and cooler on the beach, already looking a bit sun-drunk. Stacy was wading in the water, seemingly lost in her own world. A few moments later Monica popped her head inside the cabana.

“You ready for me?” Monica asked, her voice a little breathy.

“Yep! How are you feeling? Any better?” Katie asked, putting on her best professional smile.

“Well, I haven't been sweating as much,” Monica said, a nervous laugh escaping her lips. The intense arousal from earlier that morning had subsided, but she was still terrified to look under her yoga shorts again. 

“Okay, I'm going to grab some more massage oil. Please strip down as much as you're comfortable with and lay on the table there. Then cover your waist with this towel,” Katie instructed, gesturing to a neatly folded towel.

Monica nodded, her heart beginning to race. As Katie turned away, Monica quickly slipped off her sarong, revealing a simple black bikini top and her yoga shorts. She hesitated, her hand hovering over the waistband of her shorts. The heat was definitely building down there again. With a sigh, she pulled off her shorts, quickly covering herself with the towel as instructed. The air on her bare skin was a welcome relief. As she laid on her stomach, she let her face rest in the head rest so that no one could see what was happening.

“Lets get started!” Katie chimed as she entered the room again. She started the massage.

Katie’s hands moved across Monica’s back, expertly kneading the muscles. “Looks like you have some big knots up here too, just like Cassie.” She pushed her elbow deep into Monica’s deltoid, grinding the tension from the muscle. But as she moved inward towards Monica's spine, the knots felt harder and harder. It nearly hurt Katie's hand how rough the muscles were next to Monica's backbone. All the way down her spine, it felt like she was trying to break apart rocks.

Katie moved on to her legs. Monica’s legs were supple and soft, a welcome contrast to the rigidity of her back. Katie’s thumbs dug deep into the muscles of her calves, kneading out the tension with practiced ease. Each stroke was deliberate, exploring the landscape of Monica's flesh, coaxing her client deeper into relaxation. Then she worked her way up, her fingers gliding over the smooth skin of Monica’s thighs. Katie felt like she could push as deep as she wanted, working out the knots in her calves and thighs.

For Monica, it felt wonderful, a balm to her frayed nerves. As Katie's hands moved up and down her body, Monica felt herself getting a little worked up, a familiar heat blooming in her core. The massage felt so good, she almost wanted to joke about a "happy ending." Her breath hitched in her throat. The subtle scent of Katie’s lotion, a blend of sandalwood and vanilla, filled her senses, further intoxicating her.

As she lay there, reveling in the sensations, a distinct pressure developed below. A pushing from her groin against the table, a strange and insistent throbbing that echoed with each of Katie's movements. "Ohhhhnnn….noo," she moaned softly, the sound barely audible. It was a protest, but laced with undeniable pleasure. Katie grinned and continued her ministrations, oblivious to the internal chaos unfolding within Monica.

Blood rushed to Monica's clit, a hot, tingly surge of energy that made her arch her back slightly, pushing her hips almost imperceptibly against the massage table. Her pussy throbbed, slick with a sudden, urgent wetness. It was a familiar arousal, but… different. Sharper. More forwardly focused. Her pelvic floor clenched involuntarily, a series of rapid pulses.

The pressure intensified, becoming almost unbearable, yet exquisitely so. Monica bit her lip, trying to stifle another moan, her fingers digging into the soft fabric of the headrest. Her mind was a swirling vortex of sensation, pleasure and bewilderment warring for dominance.

Her clit, already swollen and sensitive, began to elongate and thicken, stretching and pulling in a way that defied all previous experience. The skin was tender yet the sensation was overwhelmingly pleasurable, a deep, primal ache that resonated through her entire body. It wasn't just her clit anymore. It was becoming something else, something… more. A shaft of sensitive flesh, stretching, growing, seeking. A nascent penis, burgeoning into being. The sensation was both intensely erotic and profoundly unsettling, a violation of her own understanding of her body, yet she found herself unable to stop it, unwilling to even try. New nerves were awakening, firing with electrifying intensity, each pulse sending shivers down her spine. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her body slick with a sheen of sweat.

Katie noticed something else. Her hands were getting covered in a thick, clammy sweat. “Monica, are you still feeling okay?”

“Ummm, no, not really. I'm, umm, really hot again,” Monica stammered, her voice strained, barely a whisper. A bead of sweat trickled down her temple, tracing a path to her jawline. She wanted to tell Katie not to stop. But the words caught in her throat, trapped by the sheer, overwhelming pleasure that was consuming her. The throbbing pressure in her groin intensified

“Okay, let's get you back to the ship to cool off,” Katie said, concern etched on her face. She could feel how fast Monica's heart rate was. The girl must be really feeling it.

Monica awkwardly rolled off the table, her movements stiff and unnatural. Looking down at her panties, she saw a bulge pushing prominently out. And as if to add insult to injury there was a damp spot underneath from her dripping pussy. Embarrassed and panicked, she pulled up her yoga shorts as fast as she could, then frantically wrapped the sarong back around her behind the paper screen changing area.

“I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. It felt good…” she mumbled, her voice barely audible.

“Don't be, I can do this anywhere. Let's get you feeling better,” Katie reassured her, though a flicker of confusion crossed her features. She hadn't done anything special, had she?

They walked back down the beach to the dinghy, Monica walking stiffly, trying to hide the stiff protrusion beneath her clothes.

Katie called out to Stacy. “I'll be right back, and you're up next!”

“Ummm, it's okay, take your time. I'm not sure I want to,” Stacy replied, her voice distant. She didn't know how to put into words what she was feeling. Wading in the water felt amazing, and she was really enjoying the feeling of sifting sand between her fingers. But something else was happening, something subtle and strange, a shifting sensation deep within her bones. 

She pulled at the bottom of her swimsuit. It felt like it kept sliding into a groove. She didn't want the suit to rub her already chafed thighs raw. Yet as she thought about it…. She didn't feel the pain and burning anymore. Taking her hand she ran her fingers under the fabric. The fabric was soft but her skin felt hard. Rough like a scab but smooth. The water and waves distorted her view of her legs. Her feet looked normal and following her tan line her thighs were a mottled white which mirrored where her shorts would have been. But the texture was wrong. 

Stacy heard the engine of the dinghy kick on and the splash of it leaving the beach. A momentary distraction as she followed the rough skin texture with her fingers. She could feel it stretch from her inner thighs down just a few inches. Her one-piece swimsuit made trying to feel between her waist and groin awkward. But tracing the edge of her suit the feeling circled her entire thigh and around the bottom of her butt cheeks.

“geeeze I really need to ask her for some lotion when she gets back”

She saw Katie and Monica pulling up to the swim platform to board the ship. It won't be too long for Katie to come back. For now though the waves and sand felt right between her toes. And the relief from the burning chafing was welcome. Perhaps she could worry about this spreading later… at least for an hour or two.

Ahri Mermaid - Comission

My discord girl Ahri wished to become a mermaid <3 Does she look happy :3 ?

Suck me softly 3 - Island paradise

Cassie's head throbbed in time with the gentle rocking of the boat. A dull ache settled behind her eyes, a souvenir from last night's drinks. Below deck, the air was thick and heavy, carrying the faint scent of saltwater. Each subtle creak of the hull felt amplified, a tiny hammer chipping away at her skull right above her forehead. 

Little did the girls know, but the ship had slipped into the cove early in the morning, anchoring around 3:00 AM. Captain Heather, weary from navigating late into the night, had secured the vessel and retreated to her cabin. 

Climbing the short ladder to the deck was a feat of balance, her muscles protesting with every movement. Finally, she emerged into the blinding sunlight. The world exploded with color: the turquoise water shimmering under the morning sun, the lush green of the island mountains fringed with white sandy beaches. Like a scene lifted straight from the pages of Peter Pan. It was a literal Neverland. Seabirds wheeled overhead, their cries sharp and joyful. Cassie leaned against the railing, closing her eyes, and inhaled deeply. The salty breeze, carrying the scent of sun-baked sand and distant blossoms, filled her lungs. The headache began to recede,

As Cassie came out from below deck, Katie was already arranging a simple breakfast on the galley table. "Feeling better?" Katie asked.

"Yeah, though I could definitely use something to settle my stomach a bit," Cassie replied, gratefully accepting the plate Katie offered. It was a thoughtful 'morning after' arrangement: a light breakfast, a chilled Gatorade, and a couple of Tylenol for the lingering headache. Cassie smiled her thanks, swallowing the pills with a gulp of the sports drink.

"What's the plan for today?" Cassie inquired, her curiosity piqued.

Katie grabbed her itinerary clipboard off the counter. "First, a hike up the island's cliffs. You all should get a chance to see some of the native wildlife. Lunch will be prepared at the top. Then a bike ride back down the mountain. After we return to the ship, we'll sail around to the southern edge of the island and out to the reef for some snorkeling."

"Oh! Monica will absolutely love the snorkeling," Cassie exclaimed, envisioning her friend's excitement.

Katie’s underlying strategy was to keep the guests occupied and off the ship, allowing Heather to sleep in. Overnight voyages invariably left the captain drained, and Katie was determined to shield the guests from the impatient and slightly irritable version of Heather that emerged when she was sleep-deprived. A soft thud announced the arrival of another guest.

"Did someone mention my name?" Monica drawled, appearing at the top of the stairs. She shielded her eyes dramatically. "Gosh, it's bright up here."

"Morning! How did you sleep?" Katie greeted her cheerfully.

"I passed out immediately, but it was like a sauna in my room” she said, fanning herself. “This breeze out here is heavenly, Is Stacy up yet?"

"Not yet," Cassie chimed in. "BUT, she needs to get a move on! I can't wait to get to the top of the island."

Monica raised an eyebrow, her expression conveying a world of skepticism. "The top of the island? She'll just…..love.. that," she replied, the sarcasm practically dripping from her tone.

“Ugh!” Stacy moaned, her voice trailing behind the others. “Really, Cassie? Hiking on vacation?” She lagged behind the group, her discomfort palpable. The island was undeniably beautiful, a tropical paradise, but Stacy wasn't experiencing its charm. Sweat plastered her shirt to her back, and she tugged at her sports bra, desperate for a breath of air. Her boob sweat was real, a sticky, uncomfortable reminder that she was clearly out of shape. Each step her thighs swiped together between her aching legs, and the chafing between her thighs was becoming raw.

“Ohhh! Look!” Monica exclaimed, pointing off the well-worn path. A vibrant bird, its plumage a dazzling mix of orange and blue, had landed gracefully on a nearby vine.

“What kind of bird is that?” Cassie asked, her eyes wide quickly trying to snap a photo on her phone.

“Bird of Paradise,” their guide replied, his tone casual. “They’re all over these islands.” The bird puffed out its chest, displaying its brilliant colors, and then let out a long, screeching call that echoed through the trees. All three girls winced at the sound. 

“Me too, bird! I could scream too,” Stacy groaned, her voice laced with exhaustion. The other girls chuckled, turning to look at her. Stacy’s face flushed crimson, sweat beading on her forehead, and her hair a tangled disaster.

“Oh, Stacy, you’re a mess!” Cassie teased.

“Well, what did you expect, dragging me up here?!” Stacy retorted, a playful glint shone in her eyes. “Do you see these hips? These aren't athletic hips!” Despite her frustrated tone, it was clear this was her signature brand of self-deprecating humor, She really was having fun.

Truthfully Monica was no better off. Just as disheveled and she was certainly sweating the alcohol out. Her skin slick with sweat. Only Cassie looked to be at ease with a morning hike.

“Just a little further, ladies. We’ve got lunch catered at the top of the cliff.” The promise of food seemed to energize the group. 

“Cassie your going to have to use your phone to call me a ride!” Stacy half joked.

“Oh you'll be fine… and besides it doesn't have any signal. I'm just using it as a camera” Cassie quipped.

They pushed onward with their guide for another half hour, the anticipation building with each step until they finally reached their destination. The view was breathtaking.

To the east a seemingly endless expanse of deep blue sea stretched out below them, meeting the horizon in a hazy line. They could make out the catamaran, anchored serenely in a secluded cove. As the girls' view panned west the island stretched out. They could see the small town down below. As well as the road leading up to the cliff face. Farther off in the distance was the major tourist area of the island. A large cruise ship docked there looked small enough to fit in a bottle. Behind them a small catering van was parked on the road with 4 red bicycles leaned against its side. But as wonderful as the view was, it was the tantalizing aroma drifting on the air that truly captured their attention: a delicious, smoky scent, hinting at perfectly blackened chicken.

“Alright ladies, how was the hike? Tobias has cooked up some blackened chicken for lunch!” Katie announced, her face beaming with satisfaction. Clearly having ridden to the top with the caters.

“I COULD HAVE JUST RIDEN UP HERE WITH KATIE!?” Stacy groaned loudly.

“And where's the fun in that?” Cassie giggled as they walked together to the table.

The girls, ravenous after their strenuous morning hike, were more than ready to dig in. The catered lunch arrived in woven baskets, carried from the van by two men who looked pleasantly windblown. "Finally, some real local food," Monica said, playfully swatting at a seagull eyeing her basket.

She carefully arranged her chicken on a bed of quinoa. "This view makes everything taste better, doesn't it?" She gestured towards the vast expanse of ocean. White sails dotted the horizon like tiny paper boats.

They ate in companionable silence, broken only by the cries of the gulls and the gentle crash of waves below. The blackened chicken was flavorful, a perfect blend of smoky heat and tender meat.

A couple hours later, they were headed back towards the coast. Stacy was entirely grateful for the ride back down the mountain. Even if it was uncomfortable on the rental bikes. The downhill ride had been exhilarating, but it hadn't done a thing to alleviate the friction raging between her thighs. She couldn't wait to peel off the denim shorts. Clearly a disastrous choice for a tropical hike and bike ride.

Finally at the dock, a lean, sun-kissed man with a captivating smile waited for them. He introduced himself as Pierre, their local snorkeling guide. As Katie expertly maneuvered the small dinghy through the choppy waves, Pierre addressed the group, his voice a rich baritone laced with a French Islander accent.

"So, ladies," Pierre's eyes twinkled. "What brings you lovely ladies to our reef? I don't normally get the pleasure of being the sole gentleman on a dive trip."

Monica, already captivated by Pierre's athletic build and easy charm, practically vibrated with excitement. "Oh, we're just having a little fun before we're all off to new adventures," she purred, leaning slightly closer to him.

"Girls' trip!" Cassie chirped, her voice light and fun.

Stacy hesitated. She’d known Cassie forever. And it was true, Cassie could be a bit ditzy, but she had a heart of gold. Stacy still remembered when the Vandergelt family had won the lottery, and how, even after coming into so much money, Cassie never lost her down-to-earth kindness.

“I’m just happy to be along for the ride,” Stacy said with a genuine smile, trying to ignore the throbbing in her legs.

Cassie turned and gave Stacy a beaming, genuine smile. “Of course! Wouldn’t be a proper adventure without all my besties!”

Meanwhile, Katie was so focused on her task she didn't notice how often she was scratching, alternating between her ears and her calves. Coming up to the vessel she expertly steered the tender alongside the ship’s stern, lining it up perfectly with the swim platform. Heather was waiting to greet them.

"Welcome back, ladies," Heather said, her voice cheerful. "How was the island?"

"Gorgeous! And so much fun!" Cassie exclaimed, "We had the best time!"

"Glad to hear it. Good to see you, Pierre," Heather said, then, more practically, "Toss me that line. We've got good winds today, so the sail to the reef should be smooth."

"’Tis a grand day for a swim, mamzelle," Pierre replied with a charming nod. Heather efficiently secured the tender to the ship.

As the women climbed back onto the swim platform, Cassie hopped off the small boat. Monica turned to offer Stacy a hand. "Oops! Hehe," Stacy giggled, a little too loudly, grabbing Monica's arm for support. "Soooo… what do you think of our guide? Hmmmm?" She bumped Monica playfully with her hip.

Monica looked momentarily confused, then followed Stacy's gaze. Stacy was subtly pointing towards Monica's yoga shorts, the Lycra clinging to every curve. The outline of her labia was shockingly prominent. Monica's eyes widened in surprise and a flush crept up her neck. She playfully swatted Stacy's arm. "I mean, look at him," Monica winked, emphasizing the obvious. Then, with a self-conscious laugh, She stepped behind the sofa in the salon and tugged at the fabric, attempting to smooth the offending crease. While the camel toe was less defined, the swollen bulge was still undeniably visible, betraying an undeniable arousal.”Again?! Why am I so swollen?!” she thought to herself. 

Out on deck, unaffected by the inner-salon drama, Pierre was already hauling up the anchor, his muscles flexing with each pull, while Katie stowed the tender.

“We're nearly ready to sail to the reef, girls. Now would be a good time to change,” Heather announced, her voice carrying a hint of excitement.

The women retreated below deck, the air thick with the scent of sunscreen and sweat. On deck, the mainsail eagerly caught the southerly wind. Pierre secured a red colored line through the winch. The bright orange jib, initially hesitant, flapped wildly as it strained leaving its sheath on the bow. Then, with a satisfying pop, it billowed out, full of life. Heather’s grin widened, mirroring the growing white wake of the ship, and the exhilarating sensation of the bow slicing through the waves, spraying the deck with cool sea mist.

Below, Stacy wrestled with her denim shorts. They clung uncomfortably to her thighs, as she pulled them off, the inner which felt chafed and raw. Peering into the small mirror, she couldn't help but feel self-conscious. Her thighs and ass seemed to have swollen, pressing against the fabric. She tugged her one-piece swimsuit over her curves, and it was clear it was tighter than before the trip.

Meanwhile, Monica was already battling a rising tide of lust. She loosened the ties of her bikini top, trying to create some desperately needed breathing room for her achingly firm breasts. The confined cabin amplified her heat, and the constant presence of Pierre. A sinful fantasy played on repeat in her mind. With a playful smirk, she adjusted the bottom of her bikini, deliberately drawing the fabric higher against her groin. Languidly, she circled a finger over her already hypersensitive clit, a small tease. Her clit throbbed, swollen and achingly sensitive, pushing prominently out from the hood of her labia. “Ommmhmmm… goddamn I'm so freaking horny!" she moaned softly. She was beginning to seriously regret the "girls only" stipulation of this trip.

Cassie had changed in a flash, she’d worn her swim top under her shirt for the hike. Examining her reflection, a slight frown creased her brow. "I should have put on more sunscreen after lunch," she mumbled to herself. The skin on her back was noticeably pink, a consequence of riding down the mountain without her shirt. The delicate curve of her lower back was especially flushed, as were her calves. Hastily, she bounded up the steps back to the flybridge, where she overheard Heather talking to Pierre.

“We can't drop anchor near the reef – too dangerous for the coral. Katie will hold the ship's position, and I'll take us to the reef on the tender,” Heather explained, her tone professional.

“Why?” Cassie blurted out, her question interrupting the conversation.

Both Heather and Pierre turned to face her, amusement dancing in Pierre’s eyes.

“Can't risk damaging the reef with the ship's anchor or deep keel,” Pierre explained patiently. He paused, his gaze sweeping over Cassie’s bright pink swimsuit. “Ready for a swim?”

The blue water shimmered under the Bahamian sun as Pierre gave snorkeling safety instructions to the girls. Monica batted her eyelashes and leaned in close. “So, Pierre, you’ll personally rescue us if we get lost, right?”

He chuckled as Cassie, already struggling with her flippers, giggled nervously. "Lost? Like, how lost can you get? Is it like, a mile? Or further?"

Stacy, adjusting her mask, rolled her eyes good-naturedly. "Cassie, honey, you can get lost in a supermarket. Just stay close, and you'll be fine."

Finally, they were ready and splashed into the water, the reef a vibrant tapestry beneath them. Monica was perhaps a bit more interested in surfacing to flirt with Pierre. Heather was keeping a watchful eye from the tender boat. Meanwhile Cassie gasped at every other fish, her flailing movements stirring up sand and alarming the marine life.

Stacy was mesmerized. Parrotfish grazed on coral, angelfish danced in schools, and a tiny, neon-blue damsel fish darted amongst the anemones. Forgetting her insecurities and the pain of her thighs subsiding, she floated weightlessly, lost in the underwater world, a smile spreading across her face.

Back at ship Katie cleaned up the staterooms. Monica's room had a distinct smell. She'd clearly sweated through the sheets last night. She pulled out a fresh set of sheets for the bed. “Ouch!” She felt a jolt as she brushed her hair behind her ears. “Ugh should have put sunscreen on my ears…feels like they are about to be sunburnt” she said. looking in the mirror the slides of her ears looked quite red. Especially the tips. Having cleaned the room Katie could still smell a fishy smell. 

“Geeze, I guess I'll need to bag these sheets up.” she thought grabbing a trash bag. But even bagged up The fish scent lingered in her nose

A few hours after their swim the setting sun was painting the sky in fiery hues of orange and pink again as they settled at a table at "Island Bites". It was a brightly painted restaurant perched on the edge of the beach. The salt spray had dried in Monica's hair, leaving it delightfully crunchy as they plopped into the brightly coloured chairs. The girls were hungry and delighted for a local restaurant dinner. 

It wasn't long before Cassie was already halfway through her second rum punch, her laughter bubbling up loud and oblivious. Stacy nursed a mojito, her eyes scanning the menu and occasionally adjusting her shorts off her thighs. "I read on Instagram that Conch fritters are a must," she declared, her voice barely audible over the reggae music drifting from the speakers.

Monica agreed, ordering a side plate along with her order of grilled snapper. The air hummed with energy – the clatter of plates, the lilting accents of the locals, the rhythmic pulse of the music. This was the Caribbean they’d dreamed of.

As the night deepened, so did Cassie's tipsiness. She swayed slightly in her chair, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You know," she slurred playfully, reaching across the table to grab Monica and Stacy’s hands, "You two are the best for coming with me along.Promise me we’ll always stay in touch. NO matter what."

"OF course! We're glad you invited us, Cassie," Monica replied, squeezing her hand.

Cassie giggled, oblivious to the undercurrent, and launched into a rambling story about a particularly aggressive angelfish she'd spotted earlier.

The fritters arrived, fragrant and golden brown. By the time they finished their meal, the moon was a silvery crescent in the sky, casting a shimmering path across the water. The girls slowly strolled down the beach towards the dock. Where Heather was waiting in the tender to take them back to the ship.

There was a lull in the conversation. Cassie grinned, her gaze lingering on Monica's face. "Im going to miss you when you go to grad school… You are really pretty, Monica." Then, emboldened by the rum, she leaned forward to plant a quick, playful kiss on Monica’s cheek, But her swaying missed her mark and landed right onto Monica’s lips. 

Monica flushed, surprised but not entirely displeased, allowed the kiss to linger instead of pulling away. Stacy subtly cleared her throat. "Alright, Cassie," she said, a hint of amusement in her voice. "Maybe slow down on the rum a little bit tomorrow."

Back on board, the gentle rocking of the boat and the fresh sea breeze lulled them into a quiet contentment. Stacy disappeared to her cabin, murmuring something about chafing and baby powder.

Monica helped a giggling Cassie navigate the narrow hallway to her cabin. Cassie promptly collapsed onto her bunk, mumbling something about mermaids.

Monica smiled, pulling a blanket over her. The day had been a perfect blend of adventure, laughter, and unexpected moments. As she headed to her own stateroom, she couldn't help but think about Cassie's kiss. It had been fleeting, impulsive, and maybe a little silly, but it had added a spark of something…different. 

Alone in her cabin, the tropical heat was still oppressive, clinging to her skin like a second layer. But it wasn’t just the humidity; a different kind of heat was building within her, a restless, insistent throb. She felt slick, almost unbearably so. A sheen of sweat coated her body, thicker, heavier than usual. It had a strange, almost viscous quality that made her skin feel as if oiled.

Driven by a need she couldn't ignore any longer, Monica pulled off her swim top freeing her breasts. They bobbed against her chest. Moving a hand down she messaged her mound. Taking in a sharp breath she coyly slipped a finger between her swollen labia. The slickness was intense, her own arousal clinging to her skin. She slid her finger slowly, deliberately, along her clit. It felt… different. Larger, more engorged than she remembered, throbbing with a desperate pulse.

A moan escaped her lips, a sound raw with need. All day her needs had been growing and building. She explored further, pushing another finger inside, feeling the velvety walls contract around her. The sensation was overwhelming, a dizzying rush of pleasure that made her head spin. Her breath hitched, coming in ragged gasps. She moved her fingers faster now, a frantic rhythm that mirrored the pounding of her heart.

"Oh, fuck," she whispered, the words heavy with longing. She imagined Pierre's hands on her, his fingers tracing the same path, his lips following. Or maybe Cassie's, a soft, insistent pressure that surprised and delighted. The images confusing and exhilarating swirled in her mind, fueling the fire within.

Her clit felt incredibly sensitive. Too sensitive? Pushing through the discomfort, she explored herself again. It felt almost elongated as her finger danced along the engorged hood. She gritted her teeth, riding the edge of pleasure and pain. A wave of sensation washed over her, intense and all-consuming. Her body clenched, and she threw her head back against the pillow, surrendering to the moment of her climax. Her body dripped with sweat as she drifted to sleep.

Nova, latex scylla

Of course i had to tf https://www.instagram.com/nova.thenerd/ this mermay too <3

Suck me softly 2 - Cast Off

Katie's ponytail bounced as she hurried up the stairs from the crew galley, a tray laden with chilled shellfish balanced on her shoulder. The tray was covered in oyster half shells circling a display of shrimp cocktails, she set them on the buffet next to the layout of tuna and squid sashimi. “Gosh they weren't kidding, these shrimp are huge. What were they feeding them? Kind of a pain to find room on the trays!” she said to Heather. 

Captain Heather was helping her set up the snacks before their guests arrived, Heather turned as Katie approached, a smile playing on her lips. "Everything looks perfect, Katie. They're going to love it." hearing a noise she looked up, her gaze fixed on the expanse of the marina dock. Luxury yachts, gleaming white under the Caribbean sun, bobbed gently in their slips.

“Well, the girls should be here any minute, time to get in position,” Heather said with a wink. She headed up the stairs in the corner of the spacious salon. A seasoned navigator with years of experience etched into her sun-kissed skin, Heather stood tall and proud as she reached the flybridge helm. She was a capable captain but needed a moment to ‘get into character’ for their guests. She took a quick sip of champagne, followed by a deep breath in, and exhaled slowly while shaking out her arms. A brief survey of the charted course on screen. And lastly she checked the weather report for the evening's sail.

The deck of their catamaran was an oasis of understated elegance. Teak planks, warm and smooth underfoot, stretched from stern to bow. A plush, oversized sunpad, upholstered in marine-grade ivory leather dominated the front, inviting languid afternoons of sunbathing. Woven rattan loungers, scattered around a low glass table, offered a shaded spot for conversation and cocktails.

The air hummed with the quiet thrum of the ship's generators, a subtle counterpoint to the melodic clinking of the halyard against mast. At the stern, a wide, inviting swim platform descended to the turquoise water, promising effortless access to the sea's waves. 

As the sun slowly began its descent, the shadows began to stretch across the dock, a sudden shriek broke the gentle scene as the three women arrived. 

“OmG! Monica, look how big the boat is! I've never been on a catamaran before!" Cassie squealed, her eyes wide as she took in the yacht, phone in hand she snapped a selfie with the ship. She bounced on the balls of her feet, practically vibrating with excitement.

Monica grinned, equally enthusiastic. "I know! It's going to be the perfect trip, Cassie." She turned to the last of their trio, who was just catching up. "You coming, Stacy?"

"I'm coming! Give a fat girl a break!" Stacy called out, a playful exasperation in her voice. She puffed slightly as she reached them, a self-deprecating joke hanging in the air.

As they stepped onto the gleaming deck, a woman with a warm smile greeted them. “Good evening, ladies! I’m Katie, your stewardess for this trip. Just leave your bags here, and I'll take them down to your staterooms. In the meantime, please help yourselves to the snacks. We have a buffet set up for you in the salon.” She gestured towards the interior with a welcoming wave.

Monica and Cassie, barely able to contain their energy, practically skipped towards the salon. Stacy lingered for a moment, taking in the sheer size of the vessel. “Hey um, Katie right? Where are the bathrooms?”

“They’re below deck. And since it’s just the three of you, you each get your own cabin, each with its own head,” Katie replied.

Stacy's brow furrowed in confusion.

Katie chuckled softly. “Ah, sorry. ‘Head’ means bathroom. Here, let me show you to your cabin.” She gestured for Stacy to follow. "We'll be right back up," Katie added, directing her words towards Monica and Cassie. "Champagne's on ice at the buffet."

Stacy followed Katie down a set of polished wooden stairs and around a short bend to her cabin. To her surprise, the room was quite spacious, far more so than she’d expected when she learned they were staying on the ship. Yet It was cozy and well-appointed, a welcome change from cramped hotel rooms she'd become used to.

Katie placed Stacy’s suitcase into a built-in closet. “While I’ve got you down here, let me show you where the life jackets are stored. They’re in this same spot in each cabin.” pointing to the orange square shapes tucked into the very top of the closet.

“Thank you, good to know. I’ll be up in just a minute,” Stacy said, watching Katie nod and head back up the stairs.

Left alone, Stacy explored her temporary haven. She spotted another door, this one labeled 'Head'. Inside was a small but functional bathroom. Catching her reflection in the mirror, Stacy paused. She might joke about being "fat," but she wasn't obese. She was a woman with curves, generously proportioned, a figure that was still undeniably striking. A confident smile played on her lips. This was already starting out to be a fun trip. Stacy was thankful that Cassie invited her to come.

Up on deck the salon buzzed with the barely contained energy of the other two girls. Cassie, practically vibrating with excitement, hovered over a platter. "Shrimp cocktails! My weakness," she declared, piling her plate high with the glistening delicacies.

Monica surveyed the spread with a discerning eye. "You can have them all. I'm after these oysters. They look impossibly fresh." She plucked one from its icy bed, squeezed a generous spritz of lemon juice over its pearly surface, and with a practiced tilt of her head, slurped it down. Her eyes widened, a low moan escaping her lips. "Mmmmmhm! Divine!" She sighed dramatically. "Too bad it's just us. A few of these and I'd be seducing every deckhand onboard."

Cassie's cheeks flushed pink. "Is that actually true? That oysters are… aphro… afro… that they can, you know, make you…?" She stumbled over the word, suddenly self-conscious.

Monica chuckled, expertly extracting another oyster. "Horny?? ….. Probably just as much as tequila does to you!" she teased, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

"That was one time!" Cassie retorted, a playful defensiveness coloring her tone. She swirled the champagne in her glass. "I was drunk… AND he was incredibly hot."

Monica snorted her champagne a bit at the joke. Hearing her friend's laughter Stacy emerged from below deck, her face brightening as she took in the scene. "Did you start without me?" she lamented playfully. "The audacity!"

“THere you are! Come grab some champagne Stacy!” Cassie replied.

"This is great, Cassie.” Stacy said, waving her hands towards the ship and food.”Thanks for handling all of… this." 

"Oh, it's nothing! Besides," Cassie said, raising her champagne flute in a toast, "us girls have to escape sometimes, right?"

"Right!" Stacy and Monica chorused in unison, their laughter bubbling up and filling the salon.

Stacy, having skipped lunch in her rush to get ready, was instantly drawn to the overflowing platters. Her gaze landed on a cluster of massive crab claws. "Awesome, not just finger foods!" she exclaimed, settling in beside her friends and loading her plate. She cracked a claw and savored the sweet, succulent meat.

The initial tension of their busy lives seemed to melt away with each bite and sip. The first hour of their escape vanished in a flurry of laughter, shared secrets with inside jokes, and the clinking of glasses.

Up on the flybridge, Captain Heather completed her final checks, her voice clear and professional over the intercom. "Alright girls, are you ready to cast off?" she called down the stairwell, a hint of amusement lacing her tone.

A resounding "Yes! Let's go!" echoed from below, a wave of enthusiasm washing over the deck.

Heather spoke into the crew radio, her instructions precise and efficient. "Katie, untie us from the dock. And we'll push off."

"Copy that," Katie responded instantly. She deftly untied the heavy lines securing the catamaran to the dock cleats and hopped back on board just as Heather began to ease the vessel out of its slip.

Below the three friends, drinks in hand, made their way up to the flybridge. Eager to witness the beginning of their escape unfold. As the catamaran gilded gracefully out of the harbor, the setting sun painting the sky in lighter hues of orange and pink, they raised their glasses once more

Katie secured the side runners. Stepping back into the salon, the remnants of the snack buffet beckoned. A peculiar sight met her eyes. Stacy's plate was littered with crab shells, Cassie's with a graveyard of shrimp tails, and Monica's overflowed with oyster shells. It seemed each had chosen a single snack, neglecting the rest. The untouched sashimi platter sat innocently amidst the carnage. Surprisingly they still looked just as fresh as when she set them out. "Hmmm that's odd…. Well waste not, want not," Katie murmured, popping a few slices of tuna sashimi into her mouth as she cleared the table.

The hum of anticipation vibrated through the air as Heather's voice cut through the wind on the flybridge. "Going to be a beautiful night, girls! We'll knock out most of the journey tonight, aiming to reach the Bahamas around 3 or 4 AM. And then tomorrow Halyer Cay awaits with some fun in the sun!"

Katie emerged from the galley, balancing a tray laden with fresh drinks and the last of the snacks. "Another round, ladies?" she asked, a knowing smile playing on her lips. Her hunch proved correct. The women gravitated towards their chosen delicacies with laser focus, Stacy reaching for more crab, Cassie for shrimp, and Monica for oysters.

The catamaran thrummed with the steady drone of its twin diesel engines, slicing through the narrow canal. Palatial homes lined the waterway, their manicured lawns illuminated by soft, golden light. Smaller boats and a bustling ferry criss crossed their path, heading towards a distant jetty.

As the sun began its final descent, painting the sky in deep shades of red, orange and purple. Heather announced, "Once we're in open water, we'll let the sail do the work. It'll be dark soon."

"Oooo, are we going to be pirates!" Cassie giggled, already feeling the effects of the afternoon's indulgence. "ARRRrr - hickup!"

Laughter erupted, bouncing off the polished surfaces of the cabin. "Cassie, are you drunk already?" Monica teased, her eyes twinkling.

"No!... not drunk, yet. Just tipsy," Cassie protested, her words slightly slurred.

Monica, seizing the opportunity, draped an arm around Cassie's shoulder. "Get yer booty o'er here," she said, adopting a comically exaggerated pirate accent. Cassie flopped down beside her. "That's a good wench," Monica purred, deepening her voice.

"Okay, watch the lines, ladies," Heather instructed, her tone serious. "As I wrap the halyard around the winch."

Stacy's brow furrowed in confusion. "Lines?" she asked.

"The ropes, landlubber!," Monica interjected, still in character. "There arrrr no ropes on a boat!" She punctuated the sentence with a theatrical flourish.

With a concerted pull, the main sail unfurled, the line tightening around the winch. A crisp whoosh filled the air as it caught the wind, the catamaran heeling gently to starboard. Heather cut the engines, and the sudden silence was profound. The gentle breeze whispered through the rigging, and the waves lapped softly against the hull. The absence of engine noise amplified the sensation of speed. The girls instinctively hushed, reluctant to break the spell.

Before long the conservation built back up. The wind chilled the girls slightly, Stacy and Monica ventured below deck for some shorts to wear over their swimsuits. All in all The girls were really enjoying themselves. A few hours underway Heather found herself wanting a snack. She grabbed her crew radio."Katie, anything left in the galley?" Her voice crackled through the speaker.

A moment of static, then Katie's cheerful response, "Just some sashimi, Captain. Want some?"

"Yeah, I’ll be right down," Heather replied with a relieved sigh. She adjusted the heading, engaged the auto-pilot, and turned to her companions. "Be right back, girls."

She took a moment to observe them. Stacy, cheeks rosy, was animatedly recounting a story, her gestures broad and exaggerated. Cassie was giggling uncontrollably at something Monica had said, her eyes sparkling with mischief snapping photos and little videos on her phone. Monica herself leaned back against the cushions, a languid smile gracing her face. They were definitely feeling the effects of the day. Sun-kissed, carefree, and perhaps just a little tipsy. Cassie, in particular, seemed to be teetering on the edge of outright inebriation.

A flicker of unease crossed Heather’s mind. "Don't fall overboard," she quipped, the words a joke laced with a hint of genuine concern. She descended the steps to the salon, the cool air a welcome contrast to the heat above.

She found Katie perched on a stool, delicately picking at a plate of tuna sashimi with a small glass of wine. "They didn't touch the sushi?" Heather asked, surprised.

Katie popped another piece into her mouth, her eyes widening in appreciation. "Mmm, these are so good though! RJ really saved us with this new distributor." She gestured to the gleaming slices of fish. "You want to try the calamari sushi? I haven't tried any yet."

Heather nodded. "Yeah? A new supplier?" She reached for a piece of the calamari sushi, savoring the fresh, clean taste. “Mmmm well these certainly taste great.”

“Right?!” Katie said as she wiped her mouth and prepared to head back to the deck “Kind of a weird place though”, the sound of footsteps echoed from the stairway. The three girls, slightly unsteady on their feet, appeared in the salon doorway.

"How are you doing? Need anything, ladies?" Katie asked, her voice laced with genuine concern.

"Sea legs, where are you when I need you?" Stacy groaned, clutching her stomach.

Cassie giggled, her words slightly slurred. "Too many shwimps," she mumbled, hiccuping softly.

Monica just rolled her eyes. "You're just drunk, Cassie. And I think we're all just a bit tired. Let's all get to bed."

The suggestion was met with a chorus of weary agreement. They stumbled towards their cabins, the gentle rocking of the boat suddenly amplified below deck, turning the simple act of walking into a precarious balancing act.

Stacy practically collapsed onto her bunk, her head swimming. She barely managed to kick off her shorts and sandals before succumbing to the dizzying embrace of sleep. A wave of nausea washed over her, and she curled into a fetal position, praying for the queasiness to subside.

Cassie, her inhibitions dissolved by alcohol, stared at her reflection in the small mirror. She was a petite woman, almost fragile, and acutely aware of being the smallest of the group. Cassie, half-asleep, mumbled, "Ooh, shwimpies… burrrp! 'Scuse me.” she mumbled to her reflection, punctuating the sentence with a loud, involuntary belch. Too exhausted and disoriented to bother with pajamas, she simply untied her bikini top and crawled under the covers, the room spinning around her.

Monica, despite feeling the least intoxicated of the three, was undeniably flushed and restless. The air in the cabin felt thick and heavy, clinging to her skin. She longed for a cool breeze, a strong drink, and… company. Preferably in the form of one of the dock boys. Or, she mused with a mischievous grin, even Cassie would do, if she weren't currently lost in a drunken stupor. Even that stewardess... The thought ignited a spark of unexpected desire within her. With a sudden, impulsive movement, she tugged off her shorts. Through the thin fabric of her panties, she could feel a distinct swelling in her mound. "Geeze, why am I so worked up? Those oysters must really have done some work on me," she whispered to herself, a smile spreading across her face. The image of a tanned, muscular cabana boy waiting for her on the island filled her mind as she slipped beneath the sheets, a wave of anticipation washing over her.

Meanwhile, in the salon, Katie diligently cleaned up the remnants of the evening feast. She stacked plates, wiped down counters, and stowed away what little leftover food was left. But with each step, she felt a growing sense of fatigue. Her movements became clumsy, her coordination faltering. "Why am I so tired?" she wondered, her brow furrowed in confusion. She called out to Heather, her voice tired, "Heather, I got everything put up. Are you good?"

Even Heather, back at the helm, felt a weariness creeping in, a heavy weight that seemed to settle in her bones. Fortunately, they were only three hours away from their destination: a secluded cay with pristine beaches and crystal-clear waters. “Yeah I’m doing good. I’ll wake you up if I need help setting the anchor tonight.” She replied and then focused on the task at hand. Through the night she adjusted the course, monitored the instruments, and silently counted down the minutes until she could lower the mainsail, drop anchor and succumb to the alluring promise of sleep.

Mer me tf - Comission

Well one of my darlings wanted to see me becoming a mermaid with a copper like scales :3 and of course enjoying the transformation.... <3

The ocean is a feeding ground

@irrlicht_ time to become a mermaid <3 you think youre safe on the ocean ;3? Its all her feeding ground...

Suck me softly - Prologe

Katie desperately scrolled through her phone, speed-dialing every wholesale and restaurant contact she had. “RJ, I need your help! Shrimp, crab – anything! Everyone's telling me they're completely out until next week!” Her voice was tight with panic.

"Sorry, Kate, I wish I could. We're in the same boat. We snapped up everything Steve had left."

"What am I going to do?" Katie asked, her tone rising with frustration. "I've got a charter going out this weekend!"

"Steve mentioned they're using a new supplier," RJ said. "Might be worth a shot."

"Really? Who?"

"Hold on, it was on the box… Ah, here it is. Some fancy aquaculture place. Sustainable Seafare, it says. The number is 365-558-7634."

Katie was typing the number into her phone "Got it!"

"Good luck, Kate... sorry we couldn't help.”

“Don’t be! This is great, RJ. Thanks!" she replied, already tapping the number into her phone.

The name immediately pulled up a website. Sustainable Seafare? Katie frowned. Why hadn't she heard of them before? A quick scroll revealed an "About Us" page, followed by a map. "Oh, hell yes! It's right by the marina!" she exclaimed. 

As she hurried to her car, she dialed the number. It rang twice before someone answered.

"Hello, is this Sustainable Seafare? Perfect! Do you sell direct?"

A muffled voice confirmed,

"Okay, great! Could I come by and take a look before placing an order?"

“Mmmhmmm… great, I’ll be right there!" Katie slammed her palm against the steering wheel, a surge of hope flooding her.

Aquaculture wasn't new, but the sheer scale of the inland farm surprised Katie. It was a complex of four gleaming quonset huts, their long, domed steel forms looking almost futuristic against the landscape. She parked and headed toward the closest one, a sign above the side door identifying it as the processing center.

As she got out of the car, the large bay door of the hut rumbled open, revealing a young man. "Come on over, you must be Katie. John said you were on your way."

"Yes, I am! Thank you," Katie said, offering a smile.

"No problem at all," the man replied, shaking her hand. "I'm Tom. John's in the next building over. I can take you to him. Give you a quick tour on the way."

"That would be great. Nice to meet you, Tom."

Tom led Katie into the massive quonset hut. The air inside hung thick with the distinctive, salty tang of seawater. Her eyes adjusted to the bright, artificial light, and she saw four converted shipping containers, each brimming with water and laced with a network of pipes and machinery.

"What are these?" she asked, gesturing towards the equipment attached to the containers.

"This is our shrimp farm," Tom explained, a clear note of pride in his voice. "We're raising shrimp from fry, controlling their environment, and augmenting their growth. Instead of relying on wild catches. We can customize the size for our customers. It's safer and, frankly, more efficient than commercial fishing."

"Augmenting their growth?….Like any size?" Katie asked, both confused and intrigued.

"Yep. In that last one," he pointed, "we've got our 'Super Colossals'. Perfect for shrimp cocktails. We're getting about ten shrimp per pound out of that tank."

"Only ten!?" Katie exclaimed, peering into the container. "We buy colossal shrimp all the time, but they're usually sixteen to the pound, at least. Those are huge." She strained to see through the water, and even with the slight distortion, she could tell the shrimp were significantly larger than any she'd seen before.

"And if a client wanted bigger, we could accommodate that," Tom chuckled. "We even had a request once for shrimp the size of a fist. I don't think you can really call them shrimp at that point, though."

They stepped out of the building and into the narrow alley between the structures. Four more quonset huts were behind the ones she saw from the parking lot. Eight buildings stood shoulder-to-shoulder, creating a shadowed path ahead.

“Crab central in here," Tom announced. "Mostly local rock and blue claw, but we've also got a refrigerated tank for snow and Dungeness."

“King crab?” Katie asked.

“Not yet," Tom admitted. "Need a bigger operation for those monsters. But we've been experimenting with different set ups. Anyway, this is it.” He pushed open a side door on the last building. “John! You around?”

“Back here!” A voice echoed from within. The door creaked open to reveal John perched on a ladder, leaning over a tall, round water tank. Behind him loomed several even taller cylindrical tanks each with a different warning symbol. The center tank had a faded logo that read GLOBOGEN. The room had the glint of a brewery's stainless steel, but the air hung thick with the sharp, earthy smell of wet soil.

“What’s in the tanks?” Katie called out, wrinkling her nose at the smell.

John descended the ladder, wiping his hands on his overalls. “Scallops are in this one. Welcome to our humble mollusk hut.”

“Only scallops? Oysters too, I hope?”

“But of course! Only scallops in this tank but if you come this way.”

He led her to another tank, its walls teeming with live oysters. John pulled on a thick, black rubber glove and yanked a glistening oyster free.

Katie's eyes widened. “Whoa…” The oyster was easily the size of a salad plate, a behemoth yet only average among its brethren.

“These giants are primarily for oyster meat and mother-of-pearl processing,” John explained, gently returning it to the water. He gestured toward another tank, this one filled with smaller oysters. “And these beauties are our specialty. We've bred them to be perfectly cupped for serving on the half shell.”

“You can breed a shell shape?” Katie asked, genuinely surprised. “How does that even work?”

Trade secret,” John chuckled. “There's very little we can't do here. So, clearly you're not just here for Tom's tour. What can we help you with?”

“Oh, right! I need a small order for a private charter yacht.”

John smiled. “Yep, we handle those kinds of requests all the time. We have a few mega-yacht clients, private chefs and the like.”

“Okay, I need just enough shellfish for a welcome buffet. The party is small - just a handful of women,” Katie said. “Some of those oysters, a few shrimp, crab legs… um… what else would be good? Maybe some sashimi?”

John's smile faltered. “Oh… I was expecting a custom request.” He sounded disappointed. “Well, Tom will get you sorted out.”

John's sudden shift in demeanor struck Katie as odd. She just needed a few simple things. It almost sounded like John wanted her to order clams molded into the shape of the ship. Still, she was getting what she needed.

Tom grabbed a few boxes and packed them with ice. Then he added a few pounds of oysters, perfectly shaped to fit comfortably in the hand, a pound or two of simply massive shrimp, and two large rock crabs. Lastly, to Katie's surprise, Tom tossed in a gorgeous Caribbean squid and a decent-sized yellowfin tuna.

“That ought to do ya,” Tom grinned. “Here, let's get these boxes rung up.” Tom rolled the cart back to the building they'd started in. Once inside he stopped in front of a strange, arch-shaped machine. “Safety first!”

“What’s that?”

“A sterilizer. Kills anything that might be….. Harmful, it's just a precaution.” Tom flipped the machine on. A bright purple light flickered, followed by a strange whirling noise. “Hmmm, that doesn't sound right…” The noise intensified. “Let me try that again.” Tom kicked the side of the device. The whirling noise only grew louder. 

“Okay, okay!” Tom quickly turned it off. “Ugh, I'm going to need John to look at this.”

"No, it's fine. I'll just wash them well; I really do need to get back," Katie replied.

Tom looked at Katie, a flicker of concern in his eyes. "Look, I don't know… Just wait a moment." And with that, Tom hurried off.

Katie glanced at her watch. Time was slipping away, and she needed to leave. A voice startled her.

"Hey, if you're done, I've got the invoice for you." A teenage boy stood beside her.

Katie maneuvered the cart around the machine. "What's the cost?"

"$2,500. How do you want to pay?" he asked, eyes glued to his phone.

Katie was flabbergasted but handed him the company card. "Here, just use this," she said, already starting to load boxes into the back of her car.

She saw John and Tom return. John flipped a switch, and the machine hummed to life, smooth and quiet. No strange sounds. They stared at the machine, a mixture of relief and anticipation on their faces, as the boy came back out of the office, still absorbed in his phone. "Here you go."

"Thanks!" Katie called out, starting her car.

"Hey, did you run those through the sterilizer?" John asked the boy.

"Mmm-hnnn," the teenager mumbled dismissively.

John stepped in front of him. "Hey, look at me. Every order has to go through that machine. Got it?"

"Yeah, Dad, I know. Get off my case." The boy retreated back into the office.

“Thank you!” Katie waved as she backed the car out and drove off.

Both men waved back in return. Then turning back to face Tom, John ran his fingers through his hair. "Tom, we need a better system to neutralize the growth augmentation serums before the fish go out. These machines aren't reliable enough."

"Should be fine as long as it's cooked out or washed off… right?" Tom said, uncertainty lacing his voice.

"Washing doesn't guarantee it, and I don't want to risk it that way. We're going to need to figure out a UV tank or something."

"The water treatment facility has a UV system. I bet it's similar," Tom suggested.

John sighed. "Okay, let's give them a call and ask. I don't even want to think about what might happen if someone ate shrimp with active serum."

Katie’s fingers flew across her phone. "Hey, got the fish! On my way to the dock. Can you help me unload and prep before the party arrives?" she texted Captain Heather.

The reply was almost instant. "Sure. Dan just finished checking the engine. He’s out for this run, so won’t be joining us."

Katie frowned slightly. "So just us?" she typed, then hesitated before sending the message.

"Us and the three women who booked. All-girls cruise!" Heather’s reply chirped through her phone.

A smile tugged at Katie's lips. An all-girls cruise? This sounded like fun. A welcome change from the last bachelor party charter.

Vampire broodqueen - Comission

Jordan wished to be a different type of vampire ;3 well, there she is :3 laying eggs XD!

Stingray Maiki

My friend Maiki loves to dance, i think a stingray fits her well <3

Gammatelier Collab

@gamera1985 and i knew each other since some time, and he allowed me to build a lora with his artstyle so we can both play with it and experiment. Of course this happened when i asked him how he would tf me... ;3

PD: Im not taking any comission on his style. Always support traditional artists darlings <3

Just the tip...

@TGDelicious said just the tip, i am a good mistress so ....just the tip for now ;3

Aya lofi

Well they said she looked like the Lofi girl, i had to make a small video of it :3

Aya's Academical Year - Part 1

September 3

Well… this is my first entry in this diary. It feels kinda weird writing in a blank book with—get this—a magic plume! It never runs out of ink, which is pretty awesome. Anyway, I guess I should introduce myself. I’m Aya, a siren from another world, now stuck at this Inasmont Magic Academy thanks to that demon, Serass.

Umako, I don’t know if you’ll ever read this, but… well, here goes. The moment Serass transported me here, I thought I was dreaming. This place looks like something straight out of Howards, except it’s an entire city! Imagine a giant tower built in concentric circles, with the academy standing tall at the center. It’s overwhelming… in a good way, I think?

People kept staring at me as Serass wheeled me through the halls. I guess they’ve never seen a wheelchair before—go figure. But the biggest shock? The principal is Serass’s daughter! Her name’s Freya, and oh my Freya, she’s imposing! Way taller than Serass, with white feathered dragon wings, a long dragon tail, and these intense crimson-red eyes. When we entered her office, she looked so serious that I thought I was in trouble. But then her expression softened, and she hugged Serass, calling her Mom. That threw me off. I mean, a demon mom and a dragon daughter? And they spoke in this strange language I couldn’t understand.

Then, with a few words of magic from Freya, everything changed—I could suddenly understand what they were saying! Real magic, Umako! I still can’t believe it. After a bit of chatting, Serass left me with Freya, who offered to show me around the academy.

Anyway, it’s super late now, and my hand’s getting tired (even if the plume isn’t). I’ll write more tomorrow—there’s so much to say!

—Aya

September 5

I wanted to write yesterday, but it's been two crazy days… I don't even know where to start!

So, they placed me in a class with other seafolk! And get this—the academy has an entire canal system running through parts of the school, like magical rivers flowing through the walls and floors. Seafolk can swim from one classroom to another, which is honestly pretty cool. They’ve even got glass tunnels where land-dwellers can watch us pass by. It feels a bit like being in an aquarium, but at least it means I can get around without too much trouble.

Since I’m a siren, they signed me up for all the water magic classes. Apparently, sirens have a natural affinity for hydrokinesis—controlling currents, shaping water, that kind of stuff. I thought that was awesome until I found out I’m also enrolled in black magic classes. Guess sirens have a bit of a reputation here… apparently, we're known for dark enchantments and luring people to their doom. It’s not fair! Just because I can use my voice to influence others doesn’t mean I’m some kind of villain.

Oh, and speaking of unfair—today, Freya called me to her office again. At first, I thought maybe she wanted to check how I was settling in, but nope. She handed me this collar and told me to put it on. It's made of some kind of glowing silver metal, smooth and warm to the touch, almost like liquid moonlight. I won’t lie—it’s pretty, but the reason behind it? Not so pretty. Apparently, it’s enchanted to zap me if I use my chant by accident. I told her I’m not some kind of animal, and she just looked at me with those cold crimson eyes and said, “You and a dog aren’t that different to me.” Can you believe that?! I wanted to scream! Are all lilims this arrogant, or is it just her and Serass? It’s like they think everyone else is beneath them.

At least not everything’s bad. I made some friends—finally! Two mermaids named Neri and Lyara. They're from a place called Coarador, which is apparently this huge underwater kingdom. The way they describe it sounds like something out of a fairytale—pearl-studded palaces, coral gardens that glow in the dark, and massive kelp forests where sea creatures of all kinds live together. They even mentioned something about a royal family and ancient magic that protects their realm. I can’t wait to learn more! Neri’s got this shimmering silver tail and hair like seafoam, while Lyara’s tail is a deep sapphire blue with bioluminescent spots that light up when she’s excited. They’re both super nice—Lyara’s the chatty one, always asking me about my world, while Neri’s quieter but really sweet. I feel like I might actually belong somewhere with them.

Anyway, I’m exhausted. Between classes, trying to figure out this world, and dealing with Freya’s collar-from-hell, I feel like I haven’t had a minute to breathe. Hopefully, tomorrow’s a little less intense.

—Aya

October 1

Finally, I have time to write again! Seriously, these classes are insane! I’ve barely had a moment to breathe, let alone scribble in my magic diary.

Okay, first things first—I did it. I actually did magic! Not just chanting or forcing people to obey (which, by the way, I still can’t control properly—yes, I got zapped again, and yes, my neck hurts). But this time, it was different. I managed to levitate a ball of water! Real magic! It felt surreal, like my whole body was humming with energy, as if the water itself was listening to me.

Of course, my victory was short-lived because of that damn collar. Freya’s stupid enchantment zaps me even in my sleep! I swear, if I ever get this thing off, I’m throwing it into the deepest trench in the ocean. Curse you, Freya!

Now, onto something actually interesting—I found out that this academy is old. And I don’t mean “a couple of centuries” old. I mean ancient. Apparently, it has existed long before Freya or even her mother, Serass. From what I’ve gathered, the academy has always been ruled by Freya’s father’s side of the family. That means the power structure here is deeply rooted in some serious history. I wonder what kind of rulers they were… and what happened to them?

Anyway, onto magic—because oh boy, this is where things get really wild.

Magic here isn’t just some random energy floating around—it’s a share of the primordial elements. Everything traces back to four major forces: Fire, Water, Earth, and Wind. Now, there are also Light and Darkness, but I’m not getting into that yet because… well, let’s just say it’s a big surprise.

Since I’m a siren, my affinity is ridiculously high with Hydross, the Water Archon. But it’s not just about controlling water—it also represents the depths and hidden secrets. That explains why I always feel like water is more than just an element; it’s like an entire presence. There’s something mysterious and ancient about it, and the more I learn, the more I feel like I’m barely scratching the surface.

And speaking of mysteries… yesterday, I had my first Dark Magic class. And guess who is the source of darkness? That’s right—our beloved lilim, Serass.

I’ll be honest—I was nervous going in. I mean, it’s dark magic. Every RPG, anime, and story I’ve ever seen paints it as evil, corrupting, dangerous. I was expecting ominous rituals, blood sacrifices, something terrifying. But… it wasn’t like that at all. Darkness wasn’t about destruction or evil—it was about understanding the unseen. It was about shadows, hidden truths, and the spaces between light. It wasn’t oppressive; it was comforting, like a warm night wrapping around you. I don’t know how to describe it, but I left that class with a completely different view of magic. Maybe I’ve had my own biases this whole time.

Anyway, it’s super late, and I need to get some sleep before my neck gets zapped again (seriously, screw you, Freya). I’ll try to write more tomorrow—I promise!

—Aya

October 20 

Phew… This academy is exigent. That’s the only word I can think of right now. They pile on so much homework that I barely have time to breathe, let alone write in this diary. My hand actually hurts from all the writing—and worse, one of the membranes between my fingers got inflamed from overuse. Thank Hydross for Neri’s light magic; she healed it in seconds like it was nothing. Honestly, I don’t know what I’d do without her sometimes.

Okay—big news! We’re getting a whole week of vacation soon! I know, right? It feels crazy since it’s only been like two months of classes. But apparently, a lot of students come from really faraway places—like really far—so the academy gives us time off so they can visit their families.

Neri and Lyara are going back to Coarador! That’s the mermaid realm they always talk about. From what they’ve told me, it’s this vast underwater kingdom filled with glowing coral towers, open palaces, deep ocean canyons, and magical tideways that link different cities. It sounds beautiful and mysterious and… I don’t know. Otherworldly. They invited me to come along, and I think I’m going to accept.

I mean, why not? I’ve never seen a place like that, and honestly, I don’t think Serass will let me go anywhere else right now. Not until Freya gives her the official “she’s not a danger to society with her voice anymore” stamp of approval. Sigh.

I miss you, Umako. A lot.

No, I haven’t replaced you with some hot mermaid or centauress, I swear! You’re unique, and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. I even miss the way you used to roll your eyes at the drama in those cheesy dating shows we watched. There’s no TV here—not even the equivalent of a crystal ball news channel or magical broadcasts. Nothing. It’s weird how quiet things are sometimes. Everyone’s either studying, training, or involved in some magical duel. So yeah, my conversations are definitely a bit… boring lately.

I’ll try to write again before I leave for Coarador. If not, expect a full debrief of everything once I’m back—unless I get eaten by a deep-sea leviathan or something (kidding… mostly).

—Aya

November 14

I don’t even know where to start...

Coarador is incredible! It’s a full underwater city built entirely for merfolk—and it's even more amazing than I imagined. Everywhere you look, there are spiraling coral towers, shimmering gardens of seaweed and luminous flowers, and winding streets made of polished shells and pearl. The currents flow through the city like invisible roads, carrying people gently from place to place. It’s like a dream.

I stayed at Lyara’s home, and her family was so nice to me. They treated me like an honored guest, even though I was clearly an outsider. Their house is built into a giant reef wall, with windows that open directly to the open ocean. You could see huge manta rays and colorful schools of fish passing by like it was totally normal. I think I spent the first two days just staring out those windows, completely hypnotized.

Lyara’s parents are both powerful magic users—her mother is a healer, and her father is a tidecaller (basically someone who can command the ocean currents). They even offered to give me some tips on water magic while I was there! It was so different from the academy's strict lessons; everything felt more natural, more in tune with the flow of things. Here, magic wasn't something you forced—it was something you asked for, and the ocean answered if it wanted to.

Neri came by a lot too. She showed me the Pearl Plaza, where the merfolk gather to sing ancient songs and tell stories. I even got to join in! Singing underwater is... different. It feels like your voice becomes part of the ocean itself, stretching out for miles in every direction. I was terrified I might accidentally use my chant and cause a disaster, but Neri and Lyara were there to support me. And I didn’t mess up! (Well, not much.)

Honestly, being there made me feel... free in a way I hadn’t since I arrived at Inasmont. No Freya looming over me, no constant fear of getting zapped if I sang in my sleep. Just open water, music, and friends.

I wish you could have seen it, Umako. I think you would’ve loved it—especially the sea gardens! They even had a kelp maze where you could swim through tunnels and secret paths. I got completely lost once, but it was honestly one of the best afternoons I’ve had in ages.

I’ll write more soon. There’s still so much I want to tell you about—the Festival of Tides, the ocean markets, the weird sea witches... But it’s getting late, and my eyes are practically closing on their own.

More soon, promise!

—Aya

December 21

Guess who I ran into today?

Yeah… Matsuyo. That Matsuyo.

Back when we were both still human—when I had legs and lived a normal life—she made sure I knew exactly how little she thought of me. Always picking on me, sneering at anything I did, making sure I was the odd one out. I remember how she loved standing at the center of attention, acting like the queen of everything, while people like me were just background noise to her.

Matsuyo told me she’s here now to atone for what she did. She’s under the watch of Belladona—Serass’s infamous sister and the ruler of the Dark Realm whenever Serass isn’t there.

And believe me, Belladona isn't just some scary teacher. She’s a figure of legend. People say she doesn’t just punish—she remakes you. That under her cold, merciless gaze, you either change... or you break. Belladona isn’t part of the academy staff, but the rumors about her stretch even here, across the circles of Inasmont. They say she's thousands of times worse than Freya—and honestly, considering Freya’s idea of kindness involves slapping a shock collar on me, I believe it.

Seeing Matsuyo today—smaller, humbler, almost afraid—it shook me more than I expected. Part of me wanted to snap at her, throw all the pain back in her face. But another part of me... just felt tired.

Maybe she’s really trying to change. Maybe Belladona already started tearing down the old Matsuyo. I don't know. And honestly? I don’t owe her forgiveness.

—Aya

Oh ? Are You Lost? Darling... 2

Grab some blankets dear while i see if i have something warm for you to eat...its been a while since i had a human at home you know...and much more since i had one as handsome as you...
H...ey!! it the big bad wolf the one who eats the boy...but you're looking at me like a predator....do i have that much appeal to you dear?

Oh ? Are You Lost? Darling...

You're so lucky i've found you....you know the forest is cold and dangerous at night, also there are lots of predators...

Lionfish MoiraHermione

A different type of mermaid tf for https://www.instagram.com/moirahermione/ <3 :3

Like a proper Dark Lord

A small break from mermaids ;3

2xUHD wallpaper <3 ultrawide <3. Serass in her regular Dark Lord attire ;3 hey i like dressing fancy...

Everything evolves into crabs

Oh hi there darling..you're home early.... Oh you wanna know what happened to me? Well i took a sip of that evolution serum i was working on...and guess what its true lifeforms all end becoming crabs....so...well if you're here...wanna taste me? Maybe i taste like crab too...Dont worry about my new pincers i'll be gentle

Deep Space Leviatan

USS Andraste – Incident Report // Stardate 9467.4
Restricted // Command Eyes Only

They called her the Iron Angel of Deck Six. Dr. Elara Voss. Sharp, relentless, and composed even when bones were breaking under her hands in triage. She was beautiful, brilliant, untouchable. No one ever saw her flinch. Not until Thalassa IX.

The reef didn’t just react when she touched it—it responded. A living neural network bloomed under her fingers. A filament slid beneath her skin. She screamed. Then vanished beneath the water.

They got her back aboard. At first, she was cold, wet, breathing hard—but lucid. Talking. "It injected something. In me. I need containment. Now."

She was terrified.

She remained terrified... even as her body began to change.

Sickbay — 02:03 hours

Her legs fused first. Not broken. Absorbed. The bones liquefied and realigned, forming a muscular tail that split the floor. Her fingers webbed. Gills split open across her ribs like jagged smiles. Her skin shimmered with bioluminescent patches that pulsed like a heartbeat.

But her mind never slipped.

She stared into the medbay mirror, watching it all happen. "I’m still me," she whispered. "I know what’s happening. I just can’t stop it."

Her voice remained strong, even as it gained a deep, harmonic echo. She contacted the bridge directly.

Elara (Comm): "Captain. I need you to vent the medbay and jettison me. Now."
Rhoan: "We’re not killing you, Elara. We're trying to save you."
Elara: "This isn’t me asking for help anymore. It’s a warning. I am getting too big. Too strong. If I lose control for even a second..."

She didn’t finish. Her tail split a biobed in two.

04:16 hours — Cargo Bay Security Feeds

She outgrew the containment deck. Then the corridor. Then Cargo Bay 3.

The crew gathered around monitors in silence. Her coils filled the entire bay, pressing against the ceiling, her four clawed arms folded against her massive torso. Her breasts rose and fell like slow, tidal waves. Her face was still Elara—calm, controlled, hers—even as it hovered six meters above the floor.

A junior officer muttered, “She’s a goddamn kaiju.”

Lieutenant Tal replied, “She’s our doctor.”

Bridge – 05:02 Hours

The ship groaned. Hull integrity dropped. The captain had no choice.

Rhoan: "Prepare for external beam-out. Transporter Room, direct to ocean trench. Minimal impact coordinates."
Elara (Comm): "I’m still me, Captain."
Rhoan: "Then you know why we have to do this."
Elara: "...Just don't turn your back on me."

A pulse of light.

She was gone.

06:29 Hours — Observation Deck

A seismic event registered on the ship’s sensors. The ocean erupted. She rose.

First her tail, thicker than a starship hull, curling through the waves. Then her torso, shimmering with light from internal organs, like watching an alien aurora through flesh. Her four arms emerged, each long enough to strangle a dreadnought. Her face—Elara’s face—tilted up toward the Andraste.

She smiled.

And then she reached.

The crew froze.

One hand—clawed, graceful—brushed the ship’s underbelly. Not crushing. Just... feeling.

Elara (Comm, now open broadcast):
"You're still watching me. Good."
"You always watched me like that, didn’t you, Rhoan?"

The ship shuddered.

Elara: "You feel so delicate now. All those reinforced decks... and I can move them with a finger."
"Don’t worry. I’m not angry."
"I just want to play."

She tugged gently. Shields screamed. The bridge crew was thrown forward.

Elara (softly): "Tell me, Captain... do I scare you yet?"

Rhoan’s voice was dry. "Yes."

Elara: "Good."
"That means I’m real to you now."

She let go.

The Andraste rocketed upward. Atmosphere blurred around the hull. No pursuit.

Only her voice, echoing faintly through subspace:

“I’m still me. I just outgrew the cage.”

Mermay Orca Mintu - Spicy

https://www.instagram.com/minttumatilda_/ as a orca mermaid...but a bit more nsfw and spicy <3

Mermay Orca Mintu

Best way to start Mermay tfing one of my instagram friends https://www.instagram.com/minttumatilda_/ into a orca mermaid !

April Challenge winner!

Well @TGDelicious won the april challenge and a free comission! congrats darling <3!

I've added too the rest of the contestant pantels too <3

Stay Hydrated 2

Morning brought with it revelations, and complications.

As the unseasonal spring blizzard finally blew itself out and communication services became restored, everyone at the corporate retreat finally realized their situation the night before was not quite unique. In a montage of video calls, social media posts, online articles and other forms of updates, people realized that what would be known as The Event had affected more people than just their small Swiss vacation. No one was without friends or relatives who had changed, and everyone was struggling with the fallout in one way or another.

The company president and owner decided that everyone agreed to go home from the retreat early. After a quick survey, it was found that this was mostly true, but there were challenges getting home.

Transportation was going to be an issue. Buses and other large vehicles were suddenly in high demand for people who no longer fit comfortably in cars, and the problem was compounded by the fact that many professional drivers or pilots could no longer drive anymore, though there were already clips of people without human legs trying with varying success. In the same manner, airplanes already notorious for having little room for large passengers fared no better with larger, heavier, and more varied body types. Several flights, including the one that had been booked for everyone at the retreat, ended up cancelled due ‘unanticipated logistical issues’.

Finally, there was the fact that they had to find a way to get everyone off a post blizzard mountain safely.

Naturally, the CEO stepped up to decide that it was Gavin’s problem to fix.

After hours on the phone and the internet, and many failed attempts to book flights overseas, Gavin did manage to find some vans for rent, and the flight problem was solved by booking the entire team on a transatlantic cruise, where they did not intend to take the return trip.

“... which brings us to our… other issue.” Gavin announced to the room of fellow employees he had gathered.

The cabin where Gavin had gathered everyone was identical to every other cabin rented - except the owner’s cabin, of course - and Gavin addressed the room from the balcony, with everyone else arranged downstairs. 

Well, almost everyone. The CEO had declined to attend the meeting, and the subjects of Gavin’s current discussion were trapped in their own cabin, leaving the rest of the team in the room below. 

Most of the company gave Gina a wide berth, especially his former lover (whom Gina would occasionally stare at with large, soulful bovine eyes), with two exceptions. The finance director, Chuck, seemed to be perfectly fine with his transformed coworker. As well, the human resource lead, Diane - who was literally wrapped around Chuck in her new form as a furry, bat-human hybrid - was also at ease for fairly obvious reasons.

“We have some concerns at the moment that Anne and Dalia may not handle the current weather well,” Gavin announced, noting as he did so that some people began muttering at the mention of two absent employees.

“What do you mean by ‘concerns’?” Sergei, the shipping manager, asked quickly. 

“Dalia seemed physically repelled by a brief breeze from this weather, and I suspect she’s now potentially cold-blooded,” Gavin explained, “and well… no one is even remotely sure how Anne’s biology works, so exposing her to extreme weather seems unnecessarily dangerous, for the moment. This is a challenge, because it will be difficult to clear the site’s roads, so to meet the vans that will start our journey home will require a bit of a trek.”

“Can’t we just, give them some extra coats and, like, a whole lot of hand warmers or something?” Clint suggested in tones that led Gavin to believe Clint was still recovering from self-inflicted illness. 

Gavin carefully shook his head no, “I fear that will be insufficient. Even if we had a large supply of hand warmers.”

“We’re not going to just… leave them here, are we?” Gina asked in his new, much deeper voice, casting a brief look across the room as he added, “They’re still people too, you know.”

Charles, the hiring manager, (who used to be called Chuck, before the finance director was hired and everyone agreed was more a Chuck than Charles) did not even glance anywhere near Gina and merely frowned, saying nothing.

“All options to bring Dalia and Anne home will be explored,” Gavin announced, “though, if they decide to stay here until the weather approaches a safer temperature for them, that will be up to them. For the time being, my best suggestion is that several volunteers carry them to the vans.”

“They can’t walk?” Clint asked.

“Did you bring a boot big enough for an Anaconda?” Sergei replied, voice dripping in sarcasm.

Clint glared, but didn’t respond.

Gavin shifted, and gently tugged at his mustache, “That… is part of the problem. The other part is that, to ensure she is warm enough, the volunteers will need to… ah, get very close to Dalia to help maintain her body’s temperature.”

The room was silent for a few moments as people digested this thought. Suddenly, the silence was broken by the sound of cloth tearing as Sergei began dramatically ripping his shirt off.

“Sergei’s body has been waiting for this moment!”

“Why is he suddenly talking with a Russian accent?” Charles asked.

“Because Russian accent was also waiting for this moment.”

More than a few people gave the eccentric shipping manager room and suspicious stares. Gavin cocked a questioning eyebrow at Clint, who scowled, started to shake his head no, but stopped as a look of uncertainty crossed his face before shrugging helplessly. Gavin sighed.

“I appreciate you volunteering Sergei. Though, due to her… extra bodied nature, I’d prefer a few volunteers working in tandem. I suspect this would work best with roughly four bodies to provide adequate heat.”

“I’ll help,” Gina announced, raising his hand, “I’ve got no prejudices against any transformed folk.”

Charles stepped forward, his face stormy, “For fuck’s sake Gina, I am not a racist!”

The entire room was treated to a mighty minotaur snort, one that managed to convey mythic levels of contempt and disdain. Charles’ face twitched with annoyance, yet he still refused to look his former lover in her eyes.

“I’ll gladly help, but, I think I should talk to her beforehand,” Charles stated in hard tones, with only a brief, withering glance at Gina, “After all, everyone should be sure they’re comfortable being so close.”

Gavin glanced at Diane, feeling the potential inter-personnel disaster brewing within the room. Except Diane apparently didn’t see, or care, about whatever was brewing in the room. Though, judging from the way Diane’s ears twitched, and occasionally turned upon her head, she clearly heard everything being said.

Gavin sighed slightly, his only expression of disappointment at the situation. Though his shrewd eyes noted that Diane’s ears twitched as he did so.

“That would seem reasonable,” Gavin conceded, after some thought. “Whatever helps people achieve peace of mind. But if anyone else feels like volunteering, please feel to mention it privately. I am not here to shame people for not stepping up, even though I thank everyone for doing it.”

“Moving on though, there are other tasks that need discussing.”

_______

“... and then we simply wrap blankets around each volunteer either carrying you on their back or carrying your tail to keep the body heat inside.”

Dalia, seated at three seats at each end of a small coffee table, looked at the shockingly crude stick figure drawings Gavin had provided to explain his plan. Understanding the plan was actually very easy, as Dalia had already considered something similar, but she did find it hard to believe that a man who demonstrated such confidence and competence like Mr. Colmes would be so tragically bad at simple art.

“I mean,” Dalia looked at Gavin, “it’s not that complicated, just, awkward. And it kind of sucks I’ll be stuck in here…”

Her body closest to Gavin leaned in close to whisper, “... with Anne…”

“ …and next to nothing to do but fu…uuuu…tz around on my phone.” Dalia finished.

Gavin glanced briefly at the whispering head, then back to the center one. 

“I… I beg your pardon,” Gavin leaned back, trying to shift his perspective to see all of Dalia, “but… for the sake of propriety you see, is there a specific set of eyes I’d be best making contact with when talking to you?”

Dalia took on a look of thoughtful discomfort, and began explaining with her left most body, “Not really, though…I think I understand what you mean. I’m all me, at the same time. I don’t seem to really have, like, a dominant head.”

Far right leaned in to speak, “Actually, it feels more… right when I actively use each of my, well, selves.”

In fact, Dalia found it oddly thrilling to divert Gavin’s attention back and forth between her ‘selves’. At the same time, Dalia felt it best to not mention the strange exhilaration she got from ping-ponging someone’s attention back and forth amongst herself.

“I guess it’s just the hydra version of being fidgety,” her center announced, before shrugging all her shoulders in unison.

“Ah… how fascinating.” Gavin acknowledged in polite tones, and then leaned forward to refill his tea.

“Let me get that for you, sir!” Dalia suddenly announced, center body leaning in to pour the director some tea.

Her center’s eyes, on the pot and cup, didn’t notice Gavin’s gaze linger in the depths of the cleavage she exposed as she leaned in to pour the tea. Left and right absolutely did see though.

“Sugar?” Offered Dalia from Gavin’s left.

“Cream?” Purred Dalia from his right.

“Ahh…” Gavin breathed a moment, fingers fumbling for reassurance at the ends of his beloved facial hair, “three please. Ah. Three sugars. Just a splash of cream.”

Even Dalia didn’t notice herself curling her tail around the back of Gavin’s chair, but her instincts practically hummed in pleasure at the sense that she had the man surrounded and off balance. 

All six eyes locked upon him. She could taste his unease and disquiet in the air, feel the slight shifting of his body in the chair with her tail. Dalia smiled broadly, a display of friendly smiles that nevertheless revealed the addition of fangs in her mouths. As Gavin took the teacup and she felt herself tense as instinct prepared her to pounce…

“Mr. Colmes. I’m sure we have better tea than whatever no name brand the chalet stocks.”

At no other time in Dalia’s life did she find she hated Anne more than when the busybody slime surprised her at that moment. Her entire form sprang up and spun in alarm to face the intruder, her left torso missing Gavin by a hair’s breadth.

“Anne!” Dalia hissed, “... I thought you were still sleeping.”

Anne, at the bottom of the stairs and dressed in snowpants as well as an unzipped parka (both made of materials she had discovered to be more resistant to her corrosive properties), had a broad smile plastered across her face, but at the same time was glaring daggers at Dalia, “I’m glad I woke up, I’d hate to ignore a guest.”

Gavin, who would normally address the sudden tension in the room between the two ladies, found himself taking a deep, steadying breath as he regained his composure, followed by a slow, calming exhale through his nose.

“Well, you weren’t really ignoring him,” Dalia pointed out, interposing herself between Anne and Gavin, “as he’s here to talk to me. About my problem.”

Anne slowly stalked forward, literally oozing with a mixture of confidence and disdain, “And which, of all your problems, was he here to help with?”

There was a thump on the floor as Dalia’s tail lashed in momentary anger, “Getting out of this cabin, and getting back home. His willingness to help is quite touching.”

“Really?” Anne paused, then began to walk determinedly towards the director, “well I have no doubt that Mr. Colmes is able to solve this problem with ease, isn’t that right?”

Anne moved to walk around Dalia, but Dalia carefully shifted to continue to be between Anna and Gavin, the hydra’s eyes narrow above thin, forced smiles, “He has a plan, actually. A very reasonable one.”

“Then there’s nothing left to talk about!” Anne purred, posing confidently in front of Dalia with a triumphant smirk, “which is very fortunate, as I was hoping to discuss other matters with Mr Colmes, if you’d excuse us.”

Dalia paused for a moment, during which the director cleared his throat in a polite, attention getting manner. Anne tried to side-step Dalia again, and yet again Dalia shifted to be in the way.

“Actually, I do want to talk to Anne about our concerns for her as well,” Gavin announced, in tones Dalia was sure had a touch of apology and regret.

Anne’s smirk grew, her form and nature allowing it to expand just a bit wider and more smug than human features would have allowed, “You see? Slither along then.”

Dalia’s mind desperately sought for a polite, reasonable way to deny Anne. Then she considered some less polite, less reasonable means. But under the director's patient, proper, and polite watch, Dalia eventually realized she could stand in Anne’s way no longer.

“I’ll just… make myself lunch then,” Dalia conceded, at least finding a meager excuse to keep an eye on her semi-solid nemesis.

Dalia probably would have been happier if she just went back to her room. She spent a lot of time in the kitchen ‘making lunch’ but really doing next to nothing. At one point she found herself simultaneously peeling potatoes and whipping egg whites into a creamy froth, while one body always seemed to be just casually waiting while she watched Anne and Gavin out of the corner of an eye.

Part of Dalia knew this wasn’t normal for her. She wasn’t normally this agressive, or possessive. Whatever was going on between Anne and Gavin was absolutely none of her business. Still some primal part of her mind had decided Gavin was hers, and that Anne was a threat to him.

Which was ridiculous, as Gavin a superior, a coworker, and easily thirty years older than her. Logically Dalia had no reason to feel so attached. But she did.

At least hating Anne made perfect sense. Anne was a bitch.

Dalia needed time to clear her thoughts, get herself figured out. Sighing, Dalia pulled the culinary abomination she had whipped up in her distraction out of the oven… a meringue-topped potato skin, apparently… and silently retreated up the difficult climb to the bedroom.

Which, of course, served to remind her of the third most hated thing in the cabin, behind a certain coworker, and the stairs: the cabin’s exceptionally small bed. It had failed to house her newer self, and now right when Dalia felt the need to do a proper dramatic flop on the covers, it seemed rudely insufficient for that as well.

Dalia scowled at the bed, then simply coiled her tail up, ripped the sheets, pillows and blankets off the mattress, and lay on her backs in that. It seemed good and proper for being an upset snake woman, and she quickly pulled out her phone for some proper, upset doom scrolling.

Except. She only had one phone to occupy her attention. 

Dalia knew the saying about idle hands quite well, and now she had extras. And extra heads. And extra… other things. The ‘H’ in adhd, for her, should probably have stood for hydra as the phone and it’s frustratingly slow internet was proving insufficient distraction. 

Just before Anne had interrupted, Dalia had a sense that she was about to… achieve something, for lack of a better phrase. She wasn’t quite horny… well, she was, but it was more than just being hot and bothered. Things were leading up to… to achieving a type of victory, of conquest. The remembered sensation called out with tingling nerves and bubbling excitement, fluttering through Dalia with a quivering need.

The idle wanderings on her phone’s internet became more… specific. Dalia spotted her luggage across the room.

An old memory, of a grumpy aunt Mareen lecturing Dalia about how, “Proper ladies do not do that sort of thing. Especially not when she has company over!”

Buuuuut… Mareen ended up so desperate she married a balding loser who lost their mortgage at the casino. Twice. So Dalia decided sometimes a girl just had to take the edge off before she made bad decisions. She’d just have to be quiet about it.

Right and center Dalia were already tossing aside skirts as left Dalia began rummaging through her suitcase. Idle hands indeed found their purpose as playthings, as Dalia withdrew a pringles can from her carry on luggage. From the can was pulled Dalia's favorite vibrator, wrapped in a towel to keep it secret and safe.

Her singular vibrator. Dalia frowned down at her trio of glistening, eager pussies. Past Dalia hadn’t seen a reason to pack more, much to current Dalia’s disappointment. She randomly imagined herself, dressed like the three musketeers, dildos in right hands raised up and crossed in the air above her. That thought passed quickly in the light of more immediate desires. 

The vibrator was turned on with a familiar and encouraging haptic buzz, and Dalia began to eagerly direct it to its intended purpose within her, meanwhile experiencing a strange voyeuristic glee as she watched herself doing it. Until Dalia really noticed herself, one torso about to please itself, the other two just… watching.

As a realization bloomed, she momentarily withdrew her buzzing purple pleasure stick. She had fallen into old habits, she realized, from time as a creature with a human body. But now, she was so much more.

Dalia casually lifted the end of her tail, and eyed its tip appraisingly, stroking it with one hand to assess its polished but textured nature approvingly. Excited by the possibility, Center Dalia eagerly licked her lips with her forked, purple tongue… and froze in almost reverent awe as an epiphany continued to blossom in her.

Dalia opened her mouth wider, and instinctively flexed and squeezed a series of muscles that went all the way to her chest. The forked organ within her maw began to slide forth from her lips like a living, glistening ribbon, dropping swiftly ever downwards past her collar, past ribs, and onwards.

The vibrator slid from Dalia’s hand, forgotten, hitting the floor with a rubbery, rattling thump, momentarily panicking the awestruck hydra. Center slurped up her tongue as Right dove after the lost toy.

For brief moments, the only thing Dalia heard was the sound of her beating hearts, her excited breathing, and the still ongoing buzzing. Eyes focused on the vibrator, and it was turned off with inhuman speed. Dalia couldn’t hear Anne or Mr. Colmes talking. Did they hear her drop it? Were they listening now?

Anne’s voice, tone whiny but her words too muffled to make out, finally broke the silence. But it didn’t get any closer. Dalia quickly reassured herself that her antics and privacy were secure. Still Dalia quickly assured herself that her room was locked.

Once again, Dalia let her tongue slip forth, twisting and writhing in the air as she explored her control and dexterity. A quavering excitement blossomed inside her, a significant depth below her hearts, as her eager imagination flooded with detailed dreams of the erotic possibilities.

Right Dalia slowly lowered her body down, face drifting towards her center sex. Excitement and carnal need began to fog Dalia’s thoughts, even as her pussies became simultaneously soaked. Her center hands reached down to part herself in anticipation of the writing, serpentine purple experience she was about to give herself.

_______

Gavin didn’t note the random thumping from the room above at first, distracted as he was by the impossibly frustrating conversation with Anne. Despite all his efforts to keep the topic on track about her problems, and solutions, she inevitably would steer the conversation towards other irrelevant topics.

But then the ruckus became louder and more frequent. He nearly spat out his tea as he suddenly, during on of Anne’s brief and infrequent pauses, heard a very distinct and recognizable moan through the ceiling.

____

Dalia had wondered whether each individual vagina she possessed was as functionally capable as her singular human one used to be. As she began to explore her own clit and dripping depths with the incredible length of her tongue, a part of her became very confident that each individual part of her was more than able to bring her to climax.

But that theory was not properly tested that day. Dalia quickly fell back, and eagerly involved all her limbs in her new exploration of self. Fingers found their way to breasts to tug and pinch at nipples passionately, other hands put the vibrator to enthusiastic use. Quick as a striking serpent, Dalia’s tail put itself to use as well, diving into and pounding her final eager cunt. 

Soon she found herself an eagerly writhing mass on the floor, her concerns about the opinions of others lost in euphoria. Her excitement was quickly stoked by her own solo orgy, soliciting gasps and moans, crescendoing with a single high pitched cry as orgasm erupted through her body.

Eruption being a sadly literal statement, as Dalia literally found herself face to lips as she discovered that she was quite the enthusiastic squirter. It was lucky Dalia had naturally closed her eyes as she climaxed, but due to the nature of her activities her jaw was distinctly open. The gushing of her own fluids into her face and mouth was a shocking enough experience to drag her, very suddenly, back to reality. 

Dalia froze, dripping, and put a discarded t-shirt to emergency use as a towel to clean off her face. Still foggy with the fading glow of her ecstasy, Dalia found herself peering about the room, at the tangled mess of her own body, and the glistening puddles she had left on the floor.

“Oh sweet god,” Dalia breathed in awe, “... I’ve been missing out my entire life.”

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