Boy Meets Gill(s) - (Illustrated by DMA, Angel27 and WhiteMantis)
A young male anaconda finally takes time out of his life to visit the ocean. Things go rather a lot farther than he initially imagines!
Disclaimer: This story contains several sexual interactions, as well as transformation content. So if you're a kid who shouldn't be reading this, or are more normal than I, and don't like that sort of thing, don't complain afterwards.
Boy Meets Gill(s), Or, An Overly Outrageous Odyssean Oceanic Outing of Obvious, Overt Ophidian Honouring: A Story of Slyth's Formative Years
- by Amethystine, Writer of Wrongs! :}===<
Slyth was an average awesome adolescent anaconda, accomplished, attractive and amazingly astute. And although an aquatic affinity ambled along his arteries, all his acquaintances, actions and affairs aligned with Amazonian areas. Always aground, afield. Any asea adventures avoided.
(Art above by Angel27. To give kudos to the artist, visit him here: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/angel27 - If you can't see the above image, or wish to see it full-size, go here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/3312069/ )
But why?! Why would a wondrous, wise, wilful wunderkind like Slyth withdraw from wide, wavy waters? Was he wussy? Whimpering when within a wee ways of worldwide wetness? No! Believing that would be an execrable, egregious error! Enough to execute you. Slyth simply savoured the smaller stuff, swamps and similar sweet scale-soaking spots, calm watery places in the Amazonian rainforest and the marshlands thereabouts.
The anthropomorphic serpent liked places that were perfect for laying about, basking during the day, his enormous and lengthy form strewn about a sun-drenched pool, thick green scaled loops half-submerged in the murky water, other portions of his coils piled up high, above the surface, so that the near-black, dark green splotches that ran down his back could soak up the sun's rays. He would lounge there, his humanoid shaped upper body laying back in the muddy bank of the pond, his hands resting under his head, arms alongside the characteristic orange streaks that flowed back from his clear-scale covered eyes. The yellowy cream shaded underbelly scutes upon his chest were exposed to the sun as well as he rested, storing his energy for the night.
And during the night, he would hunt. In the same basins and pools the young anaconda naga had lazed, he would then seek out his prey. Birds, fish, tapirs, caimans, pigs, anything big enough to sate his substantial and steadily growing appetite. The best of which would be the largest rodent in the world, the capybara, which appealed to his deep-seated reptilian, rodent eating instincts. The biggest snake in the world, dining on the biggest rat!
There was nothing he liked more than finding a plump boar-sized one in the dark with his scent-detecting tongue or the heat-sensitive pits that lined his blunt wedge-shaped snout and then ensnaring it in his strong arms and even more powerful body, squeezing it until it no longer needed to be restrained, and swallowing it whole, filling his belly pleasantly and fuelling his still growing body.
It was little wonder he was perfectly content to follow his routine of hunting in the night and then resting and digesting his meals in his favourite swamps. No wonder at all that even though he had always heard that the sea was beautiful and filled with amazing creatures, a place of mystery and adventure, the serpent had no desire to visit it. Snakes are creatures of habit, after all.
And yet, as time went on and the young naga started to become an adult snakeman, he gained a compulsion to see more of the world, to experience what was out there. A true wanderlust, Slyth wanted to travel the lands, to slither across different terrains and meet new people. And to also finally take the metaphorical plunge and journey to the ocean, to take a literal plunge.
Slithering into the portion of the jungle he had been told about, far away from his beloved marshlands and the plump capybaras there, Slyth's belly tingled and twisted with hunger at the thought of having one of those giant rats for dinner at that moment, but he had been told to go to see the shaman with as near to an empty stomach as he could manage. He wasn't told why, exactly, just that it was of great importance that he do so, or he might perish.
He was also told that if he wished to truly experience the ocean in all its wonder, he would need to see Orinoco, the local witchdoctor. 'Local being a relative term', Slyth thought glumly to himself, having travelled a considerable distance from his cozy pool in the lowlands to get to the dense vegetation of the rainforest he now slipped through, looking for the reclusive shaman's hideaway. In the anaconda's circle of friends, since the mystic was a recluse, there wasn't much any of them really knew about the mysterious figure, aside from the fact that it was agreed upon that Orinoco was the one to see whenever a major life change was going to happen or a grand undertaking was about to be embarked upon. So off the snake had went.
As he moved deeper into the increasingly dim forest and entered a small clearing, he saw what was unmistakably the witchdoctor's abode. The dwelling before him was mostly made from the hollowed out husk of a monstrously huge Brazil Nut tree (Of course, to Slyth, Orinoco and the rest of their peers, it was just a 'Nut tree'). The tree was a good 20 feet in diameter and stretched high into the mostly unseen sky above the thick green forest canopy. Through some botanical miracle or magic, the plant continued to live on and produce nuts high above, for only the bottom had been carved out to create an arboreal home, leaving thick upward arching roots that faded into the trunk to support the upper half, structurally and organically.
Then, when Slyth had stuck his snout forward in the beginning of the slight lean he adopted while moving, before he had a chance to begin again, an obnoxious odour oozed out, offending the ophidian's olfactory orifices! Old Orinoco's odd, odiferous, ominous 'office' overshadowed the outset of his opening oceanic odyssey, obfuscating his overt obsession, making the serpent consider returning to his dull, but comfortably damp, existence.
Putting a hand over the front of his snout, Slyth pressed on, warily crossing the unnaturally barren earth that surrounded Orinoco's lair on all sides, like a muddy moat, a menacing, moody moor, mired with malicious, malodorous miasma. He was trying to cover not just his nostrils, but also, and more importantly, to stop the constant nervous flickering of his thick forked tongue though the small space in the middle of his green scaly lips, lest the sensitive organ slip out by force of habit and be tainted by the tenacious stink.
The putrid funk almost seemed strong enough to account for the vacant space around the nut tree, as the anaconda thought to himself, 'If I was a plant, I wouldn't want to live here, either!'
Even though the serpent's desire to get in and out again in as little time as possible was reasonably powerful, he could not urge himself to slither forward any faster than a hesitant crawl, his smooth olive-green body gliding over the ground in a slow oozing motion as his lidless eyes darted around the scene before him. Thin wisps of smoke wound up and out of a crude chimney of sorts that had been roughly jammed through the tree's bark, catching his dark slit pupil's attention. It almost looked like the result of an explosion from within the trunk, some random pipe being lodged half-way through the thick wood at an odd angle. Aside from the purely utilitarian addition of the smokestack, Slyth noticed that the tree's bark had been warped in places, into alarming visages. Unmistakably the work of some kind of unnatural force, most likely the resident's handiwork as well.
The snarling faces gave Slyth pause, but as he neared them, he also saw how the protruding muzzles were themselves vandalized, their bark 'skin' chipped off in places, or even a whole section of they wooden sculpture broken away. Kids, acting on a dare to confront the scary place. Or maybe disapproving adults? The snake knew that the shaman wasn't universally revered, instead Orinoco was more.. tolerated, for his particular set of skills. Seeing the traces of violence there, the naga was reminded of the few rumours about people not coming back out of the place he was about to enter. Surely the attacks on the dwelling could be attributed to those with revenge on their minds, thereby lending credibility to those same deadly rumours.
Finding himself at the door, Slyth gazed at it, coiling his body up at the base of the gargantuan tree. Clearly hewn from the wood of the tree itself, the door was simply the same chunk of lumber that had once been an immobile portion of the thick root, fitted snugly into the arched portal. Ending the evaluative examination, the elongated entity had endured enough excrement emanation! Enigmatic entrance expanded, excuses expended, he entered, eager to exit the enclosed, evil edifice and escape its eerie empty expanse, events he wished would occur as soon as possible. Whipping his long self through the aperture, he quickly shut the heavy wooden door behind his piled loops.
Inside, the smell vanished immediately, not even clinging to his coils, which was a relief to the anaconda, who had been unknowingly holding his breath for a short while. Although he wasn't put off by having done so, thanks to his numerous watery escapades. Exhaling and taking a breath of fresh air noisily, he was struck by two things: One, the air inside the shaman's home was far from 'fresh', despite being free of the noxious element that was present outside, it was stale, stagnant and musky (but not in the good, swampy way!), with a trace of something akin to spices, although not quite. And two, the sounds of his entrance and loud gasping still echoed in his mind and through the thick air of the tree's interior, as there were no other sounds to shake them from his head, where they repeated, making him feel as though he had disturbed a tomb. A cloud of dust that his thick body had thrown up and that his deep breath had agitated into swirling around his snout did little to dispel the notion. What's more, the dancing bits of debris were only visible due to thin rays of light that crept in around the uneven edges of the rudimentary door, farther in, Slyth could only see pitch blackness.
Nevertheless, he pressed on. As the soft rustling of his scales sliding against one another and over the floor began to partially reduce the noiselessness, he was calmed by the presence of _some_ sound, once again, and re-discovered his voice and his nerve. Gliding forward through the massive root structure that served as a vestibule and into the trunk proper, he rapped the smooth wood with his knuckles, nervously knocking, the nervous naga never noticed numerous nebulous noir shapes materializing as if from thin air in the dark interior, behind the gradually entering anaconda's upper body. When one was inside for some time, they would eventually adjust to the small amount of light that came from a weak lantern, high above in the tree's hollow.
"Hello? Orinoco? Sssir?" ventured the serpent, showing what he thought was the proper respect. He also hissed the honorific title, his sibilance only showing if he was quite distracted in some way. His nerves were rather distracting at that moment in time.
So it was little surprise when a loud, bemused snort came from directly behind the upright portion of his body, Slyth reacted the way he did. The constrictor lashed his heavy tail swiftly forward and swung his torso forward and around to face his unseen assailant. Who was, of course, already gone, his bunched up coils holding nothing and having impacted with nothing but air. A soft teasing laughter came from behind him once more, making the anaconda arc around again, alert and agitated, almost angrily attacking his tormentor. Instead, he was taken aback and flopped down onto his wound up body, peering at the figure who must have been behind him, who must have deftly leapt clean over him in the gloom to land in a roughly made high stool.
Orinoco sat there, her nubile, petite body sitting proudly on the seat. Apparently, the local witchdoctor was a shawoman. She was a frog, that much was clear. Her strong legs were intertwined within the stool's tree-branch legs and cross supports, long yellow and black lined non-webbed toes gripping the bars. The rest of her sleek, wet-looking black skin was partially covered in wide bands of a shocking yellow, which had hints of orange in it. The thick strips of bright colour went across her chest and her waist and corresponding areas on her back, as well as covering her arms and legs and the top of her head, down to her upper lip, framing her face. Aside from the interesting illusion of her being clothed, it was the kind of striking colouration that made other species instinctually wary. The yellow patches contained what looked like gaps, black holes in the yellow bands, creating several many small circles, which would have been false eye-spots for predators.. and perhaps also made her illusionary attire extra alluring, with more of her flesh 'exposed'. No matter how she appeared, the witch had an unmistakable aura of menace about her.
(She's a Dendrobates leucomelas. Here's a picture of the real species, if you're curious: http://www.mijnalbum.nl/GroteFoto-WEOGVHWJ.jpg )
Said aura was quickly fortified beyond a shadow of a doubt when Orinoco moved to eliminate some of the shadows by snapping her long fingers and producing a neat flame upon her thumb, which caused her no apparent pain or bodily harm. She held it for a moment before using the flickering spire of combustion to ignite a nearby candle before blowing herself out. At the same time, several other candles were appearing out of the dark as they were lit as though by a spreading ethereal fire that roamed around the room, originating from the first candle she had set aflame.
With more illumination, he could see around the interior of the tree, making out the sorts of objects he had expected to see; various odds and ends of a possible magical nature, odd smelling ingredients one wouldn't find in any normal kitchen, things that twitched and bubbled and smoked, all in neat wooden bowls, presumably made from the wood of the nut tree that had been dug out to create the very space they now occupied.
"Not quite what you were expecting, am I?" she asked, practically stating it instead of asking, because she knew that was always the case. After peering at the young naga's incredulous expression, she rolled her large amphibian eyes and smirked, shaking her head, "Breasts and minor pyromancy. It doesn't take much to impress you natives, does it?"
As Slyth began to return with an appropriate, yet upset and sibilant response, the frog cut the snake off with a wave of her hand. "Ground rules first, Kiddo," she stated, crossing her legs in an almost deliberately showy manner right in front of her male guest, which made an odd sort of twisted sense, given what she said then; "You can look, but don't touch, small fry. If you couldn't tell, I am an, obviously yellow banded, Poison-Arrow frog from up north, which means if you come into contact, you die. Especially that silly little flappy tongue you snakes are always using. So you'd better be thankful I'm faster than you are, mister ambush predator." Slyth just nodded. Her species might explain the stories about the deadly nature of visiting the shaman, he realized.
Finally overcoming his shock and awe at the situation he had found himself in, Slyth coughed and spoke up, ignoring the snide remarks, "I am on a journey to the ocean.. and those I trust advised me to come to you, so that I might better take in its splendours?" While he spoke, he silently vowed to never be caught off guard by an unexpected twist again. It may have happened to the adolescent constrictor again, quite soon after the vow was made, in fact, but the Slyth we know nowadays tends to always be as calm and collected as can be.
"Ah, you wish to be better suited to see the sea, si?" Orinoco asked, grinning a grating grin, getting up to grab gross, gooey 'gredients to glop and gloop into a greasy gumbo. Goose guts, gangrenous gonads, gecko grits, grunions, guppies and goldfish. As she mashed it up, Slyth got up to watch and then balked at the concoction, backing away to both avoid bumping into her venomous flesh and to steel himself for the ghastly recipe.
Orinoco finished mixing the atrocity and turned herself around on her stool, holding the ooze-splattered bowl. "I asked you a question, wormy."
Crossing his smooth green scaled arms, Slyth nodded, thinking about how being untouchable would either make you an emotional wreck, without the comfort of physical contact with anyone.. he peered at the witchdoctor, pondering a slight edit to the title's spelling and concluded the thought with the flipside, that being easily deadly to most people would make you a jerk loner who revels in being able to get away with constant insults. He held out his clawed hand carefully. "Yes, I do."
"Alright then, here," the frog said, holding the bowl out to him in her hands, rather than have him take it. He leaned forward and took a whiff, before leaning back and slapping his hand over his snout once more. It was just like being outside again! The stew had the stink from around the tree, although a bit less intense, as it was limited to the bowl. Looking up, they met eyes, both fully aware of what was on the snake's mind.
"I guess the question is.. are you fully committed to this journey?" posited Orinoco in a rare moment of non-abusive conversation.
Slyth thought about how far he had gone to be where he was at that moment, both physically and mentally. He wasn't the same old swamp-dweller any longer, and he really did want to get out to see the world and meet new people, beginning with visiting the ocean. He really didn't know what was out there, and if the slime he saw before him was necessary, he would do it! He would finish what he started, no matter what! He nodded to himself a little before looking up to meet the shawoman's gaze once more and nodded decisively to her as he slid back up to 'the plate', as it were.
The anaconda leaned his head down, inching his snout closer to the bowl of brown gunk, trying his best not to inhale the unappetizing fumes, and wishing he could shut his lidless eyes to avoid the equally unappetizing appearance of his apparent medicine.
Then the bowl fell away as Orinoco started to laugh uproariously. She stumbled back to her stool and tossed the wooden dish back as she fell onto the seat, letting it tip back, much like her wide-mouthed frog head was doing with her guffaws, long legs stretched out in front of her to counterbalance herself. After a moment, she began to speak through her giggles, "Oh man--you guys--are so damn--gullible!" Slyth wasn't sure if he should be angry or relieved that he didn't have to eat the funky slop. After another minute of the frog's chirping laughter, he had decided.
She slowly calmed down and peered at the boidae's plainly displeased face, which almost made her crack up again, a last spurt of mirth bubbling up and out of her in a weird, croaking-ribbit-snort and the wide smile that followed it. "Okay, look.. it's a test to see if you're really serious, you understand? Nobody said I couldn't enjoy my work, right?" she explained with that maddening grin on her face. "That was the best one yet. I've just kept making it worse every time." As she continued to speak, she got up and strode to a shelf and picked up a small box. "Just so you know, if you see me, the poison-coated frog, handling something directly, without gloves, that means you probably shouldn't eat it!"
"Oh. Right," was all the snake could say.
"Right. That smell in the goo was my venom, and yes, that's the same thing that's spread around outside. It keeps the dumb plants and animals away. ..unless they're really determined, of course," she finished, looking up from the box to Slyth as she teased him again, catching his glaring eye. "So.. here is what you need. Not as bad, but not perfect either," she commented as she opened the box for him, allowing him to get at the contents without her tainting fingers on it. Inside was a small, square glass container, a little bigger than a single shot of liquor.
Upon removing it, Slyth noted that it was clear and thought, 'It couldn't just be water, could it?' He pulled out the rubber stopper and let his forked tongue out for one slow wave before drawing it back in to see what he would taste, through smell. "Salt?"
"Yes, it has saltwater in it. You just have to knock it back, all at once. It helps avoid the taste if you can get it over your tongue. Plus, it should not be consumed in sips, trust me," stated the amphibian, matter-of-factly. "You can have it any time you want, I'd recommend it for when you're standing in the waves crashing on the beach, but it doesn't matter, really."
"Well, if thiss doesn't do anything, or killss me.. I want you to have to deal with the big, long, thick, heavy, coily consequences. Good luck dragging me back outside, little lady," taunted Slyth, just before he tilted his head back and opened his maw wide enough to slip the fist-sized decanter in and up-end it right over his throat, ready to swallow.
"Or I could just keep your body in here and use it as a couch.. or a supply of fresh meat!" shot back Orinoco while the naga attempted to imbibe the elixir, causing him to choke on it a little. Or maybe that was the saltiness. Either way, she enjoyed it.
The serpent shuddered and shivered as he felt his insides protesting against the introduction of the less than palatable potion. "I can't tell if it's working, or if you just poisoned me," he quipped
"There's one sure-fire way to know if I poisoned you, scale-tail..."
"I'd be dead?"
"You'd be dead," she agreed, nodding. "You're a fast learner, kiddo," she said with what looked to be the first genuine smile he had seen on her two-toned face. "Now get going on your stupid trip already!"
Standing extra tall upon his piled green and nearly black coils for a better view, straining the limit of his long, strong muscles' ability to balance his form at more than double his comfortable 'standing' height, Slyth peered out over the awe-inspiring expanse of the ocean, watching the waves roll in for the first time. He was there, it was the ocean. He could see what all the fuss was about, and he hadn't yet even gone down from the grassy ridge and onto the golden strip of land he believed was called a 'beach', made up of sand. A fellow serpent had told him slithering upon sand was quite the unique experience, if a bit difficult.
The sheer immensity of the sea, in all directions before him, was what really overwhelmed the anaconda. He was bigger than a lot of people and things, and he had always felt large, in general, and thought he knew what the next step up would be.. but standing there, the forceful winds from off of the ocean whipping at his highly held 'large' body, only able to see what he realized was only a miniscule portion of the Atlantic, the nearly adult naga felt humbled. Slyth knew then why everyone he spoke to about it had suggested he go to the sea, he agreed with them, then, retroactively. Everyone should experience the sense of their own smallness, and the magnitude of the world. He sighed a little and let himself relax, sinking down onto his loops to sit and rest for a while after his long trip to get there, watching the tides for a time.
It was all rather beautiful, but.. what had all that trouble with Orinoco been for? He was pondering chocking it up to a silly tradition or his friends trying to dissuade him or prank him, or even a lesson about having to deal with unpleasant people in your life, when his sharp slitted eyes caught sight of something that pushed the idle thoughts from his mind and held his attention in an constrictor-tight grip.
Mermaids?! They hadn't been there before! He remembered examining the exact spot they had appeared in, while he was still up higher. Over to the snake's left, on a wave-washed outcropping of bare rocks, were two distinctive shapes with clear arms gesturing about as a single finned tail flopped in sympathetic movement, flipping over the smooth surface as the two beings chatted. At least, he assumed they were talking. They could have been singing, for all Slyth knew, with the large distance between him and them. He could not make them out clearly, but he could imagine, from what he had heard, in stories and fables: Attractive, alluring and abnormal, alien anatomy, aquatic amalgamations! Awful atrocities and amazing altruism alike attributed to them.
The idea of seeing them there, during his visit, had never occurred to him, for he half thought they were only creatures of legend. Then again, they weren't supposed to be all that different in body shape than he was, despite the much shorter body. Maybe they were real. Either way, he had slunk down low to the ground to avoid detection, not wanting to scare them off, if they really were as elusive as the stories led him to believe. In his excitement to get a closer look, he had forgotten to consider the chance that such sirens might lure him into the water and drown him, but it was not as though the swamp-dwelling serpent was afraid of water.. although, perhaps he should have been, at that point.
Keeping his front flat to the ground, becoming the metaphorical snake-in-the-grass, Slyth snuck his way along the outcropping of land that led out to the rocks, slipping through the tall vegetation. He kept his head down the entire time, not even to check where he was going or to see if they were still there, for he could tell by the presence of land beneath him and the sounds of the sea on either side, along with the slowly increasing volume of the mermaids' murmurs in front of him, that he was going the right way.
When the serpent reached the edge of his path, the land sloping swiftly away from him, he could hear the two beings below chatting about something. Something to do with fish, was all he could tell. Still with a last line of grass to conceal himself, he thought it best to attempt to announce his arrival, gently.
"Hello sea dwellers, don't be afraid, I mean you no harm," was what he was planning on saying. He only got out the "Hello ssea dw--" portion when he heard a pair of splashes, stopped talking, and stood up in a flash to see nothing but a barren rock outcropping and the remnants of two disturbances in the choppy waters around it. "--dwell, damn," he said, finishing the sentence he had started, albeit in a different manner than he had intended.
"Come back! I only wanted to meet you!" he tried, in a last ditch effort, then shrugged, letting it go.
Slithering down onto the stone, he could both feel and sense the two spots where they had been. He could feel it on his belly's scutes, and sense it with his snout's heat pits. They really had been there, and he had scared them off. He sighed and slipped up to the edge of the sea-shelf and peered down into the water. He could see into it somewhat, but not very far. It may have been fairly blue and clear in the shallows near the beach, but where he was, it seemed to be surprisingly deep and dark. He leaned down slowly, trying to make out the shape of a random plant he could almost see, clinging to the cliff-face, gradually getting down on his front with his snout hanging down over the curve of the worn-down mineral..
Suddenly, he saw a face of another kind! Before he could move away, a ghostly and pale visage loomed up out of the depths and burst from the surface with a slight spray, less than a foot away from him. It was certainly female, although not quite human, as he had heard mermaids had the upper bodies and supposedly 'beautiful' faces of a human woman. It was more cute, with that sweet smile on her short, be-whiskered and black-nosed muzzle and the large dark eyes. Slyth noticed she had hair, but not the long flowing kind he had heard of. Hers was short and slicked back over her head, the same colour as her skin. Or rather, not skin, since he realized then that she was furry, with a short slick brownish gray pelt, her hair having more brown with gray at the tips.
Slyth also realized then, that he had been staring at her, unblinkingly, for nearly a minute.
"Hello..?" he began again, haltingly, hoping for something other than a repeat performance of the earlier vanishing act.
"You said that already!" came the energetic reply, along with some soft chortling laughter from what the snake had begun to figure out was something other than a siren.
"Right.. I'm Slyth. Who are you?" he asked, his hands holding onto the solid rock he was dangling partially over. His eyes drifted downwards to peer again into the water and see how far he could see. The murkiness of the sea allowed him a vague glimpse of the female's front, although the darkness made it look like she was wearing a low-cut garment, stopping him from seeing any farther.
"I'm Elsa.." she stated, her words making the naga's eyes dart back up to her face as she peered at him, as if trying to read his thoughts, "..a seal.. since you don't look like you're from around here," she finished with a knowing grin. She turned and waved away from Slyth, making him notice another head bobbing among the small waves, some distance away, watching him and Elsa. She was calling the other one over, who slipped under the water and could be barely seen, quickly crossing the distance, inches under the surface.
"Hola!" was uttered at the same time as the second seal's wet arrival, the boisterous seal boy grinning up at the snake as he rejoined with his companion. "I'm Toceph. Joo gave us quite a start, but Elsa 'ere thought you might be alright.." he paused to lean over and kiss the girl's cheek, making her giggle and splash at him with her hand. A hand Slyth silently noted was thickly webbed. "She thinks she might be able to 'elp joo with what jou're doin'.. right, amiga?"
Elsa nodded, "Slyth here has the same look that I think I did, the day I met you, you know?" Said the cute seal girl, introducing the anaconda as she got a bit closer to her apparent boyfriend. The two were very similar, save for the gender difference, of course. The male's face had the same cheery looking disposition borne of the bit of extra padding the blubber-lined beings possessed, along with shorter hair, also flattened back over his skull.
"Si.. yeah, he does, I see it!" remarked Toceph, laughing a bit.
"Umm, what are you guyss talking about?" interjected the naga, no longer content to just observe the curious pair.
"You went to see Orinoco, didn't you, Slyth? Everyone does.." asked Elsa, suddenly, catching the snake off guard.
How did she know the frog? He thought people went to see her, why would the frog have come to visit this seal lady? He shrugged, "Yess, and the witch gave me a big hassle over nothing."
Elsa just smiled, her sharp white teeth showing as she nodded, looking especially mischievous. "Toceph, dear, would you help me with Slyth here, he's a bit bigger than I was, after all."
The aquatic male nodded earnestly. "Sure thing, chica. You go first, though."
Both of them had taken on a particularly impish appearance as they turned back to face the bewildered land-lubber. "What are yooOohhh--hhheeey!" He yelled as first Elsa, then Toceph, used their flattened flipper-like arms and hands to shove huge amounts of seawater right at the serpent's low-hanging snout, drenching it. They even got water into his nose and mouth! He reared back, spluttering and shielding his face with his arms, his upper body receiving the next salvo of salty liquid. He pulled back more, but they continued to pelt him, beginning to use their tails, rolling over easily in the waves to kick their strong flipper 'feet' up at him and send bucket-worths of brine tumbling over him where he coiled up on the rock, yelling at them to stop.
He yelled, that is, until he felt it start.
First his face, and then his arms and hands and chest and coils began to tingle and quake and tremble amidst the continuing onslaught of oceanic origin, the rest of him getting dampened as more water ran down between his scaled loops, onto the ones hidden beneath. They shook lightly, from within, not because of the chill of the wet and the winds, but due to some unknown inner turmoil. Spreading out over the rock to examine his lengthy body, Slyth felt oddly.. tight. As though his scales were constricting him like he had constricted his meals in the past. He peered closer, able to see his skin beginning to betray him, shifting and flexing without his say-so, like it was gripping his guts firmly, squeezing him. Soon, the tingling feeling became one of a creeping hide as his coils started to compress! Scales subtly getting smaller. All over, his body thinned out and jerked itself shorter, mass sliding away into itself, impossibly.
Then, he fell over. "What the-- helllllpp!" His shout was cut short as he landed on the hard surface below. His body had firmly tugged his torso down as it shortened itself, as if it had quite enough, being so darned long, for all those years! It was shrivelling up, his coils being reduced by leaps and bounds, the large black blotches upon his back bleeding into one another as the green scaly distance between them was tugged asunder, gone from his form. His fall left his head near the edge of the rock, where he could see the two tricksters watching him with their no-longer cute grins. They looked mocking now as they watched his suffering without batting an eye.
"Help me! What did I do.. what did you two do?! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you before, I--" he stopped as they both wordlessly whipped around and disappeared into the water. Slyth groaned as they vanished and he was dragged backwards towards the increasingly empty middle of the stone outcropping, his lessened body laying in a paltry pool of salty water, only about 15 feet long, but beginning to slow down. Propping himself up on an arm, the anaconda found he couldn't flick his tongue anymore and that his snout looked strange, from what he could see of it before his eyes. Thinner at the end? And his tongue felt fatter, shorter and too dry. Was nothing sacred?!
Looking over his scales, he looked pale, his green having faded terribly into some pallid gray-green, disheartening him farther. Although his black splotches remained as a large solid sheet over his back, extending all the way to the tip of his tail and up onto the backs of his arms, he saw, twisting about. It even felt harder to twist about like his old flexible self. He was just about to try to curl up into a ball when two splashes sounded on either side of the rocks and the malicious marine life returned to the scene.
"No! Leave me alone!" shouted the warped serpent, trying to swing his tail at Elsa, only managing to flop it near her with a wet slap, the fully blackened scales at the end at least pointing accusingly at her.
"We're here to help, Slyth. Sorry you got scared. I guess it's slower with someone your size." She tenderly held his tail and began to massage it with her wet flipper-hands. Likewise, Toceph had slid and jostled his thickly padded lower body over to the naga's upper back, beginning to rub it damply. Their touches felt good, after being alone in his travels, very good! So the somewhat shifted serpent decided to hear them out.
As they continued to stroke over him, he waited for an explanation, but none was forthcoming. Instead, they relaxed his tense muscles, occasionally dipping their hands into the pool of water their splashes had made, reassuring him that they were helping, and that he would be okay, if he had patience. "Just trust us, you're out of your element here." Was their argument, which he felt he could argue, saying that they were the ones out of the water. But he relented and watched his body for any signs of reverting. The black of his scales spread more and more, and soon looked like it was itself a liquid within his skin, shifting from one spot to another with their wet wiping. A handful of black spots had drifted off alone onto his then near-white belly, taking up residence there as larger portions of it slid onto his tail, amassing where Elsa held his other end. Still more of the increasingly dark colour was soon on his hands and divided into two distinct areas along his shortening back, condensing in all those places into thicker and darker and more defined areas, taking on exact shapes instead of vague areas and splotches.
All the while, his scales got smaller, until his skin looked almost smooth. Smokey gray where he was green and pale ashen white where he had been yellow.
Around the time he had slipped under 10 feet, Slyth was ready to demand they tell him what was happening to him when he felt the strong tingling returning to his back. Right in the middle of his torso's back was an intense feeling of the pull he had felt while his body was pulled into itself to become less. But now, it was a pull and a push as something grew from his back, the unseen force pulling his mass there into a point and pushing it out.. and it felt amazing! As Toceph's hands slid around the area, helping it along, it was as though he was being moulded into something new, the missing mass from his coils being repurposed into a strong new aspect of his body. It felt powerful and cathartic, the stored up energy of his vanished volume forging out into new and sensitive skin and scales, sharp and new! He moaned and writhed against the seals' caresses. The feedback from the male's flipper told the changing snake that the new piece of him was thin and pointed and slightly curved.
Before long, Slyth gasped as another similar sensation made itself known, farther down his back, where he could see it, with his head craned back, despite his neck's newfound thickness. Swimming in the bliss of the two protrusions forcing their way out of his body and into reality, he was reminded of another two tender parts of his anatomy he enjoyed the feel of. The patch of pure black looked like it was the culprit as the smaller spot began to do the same as the one in progress on his upper back, pushing up and out, the pure black apparently unable to be contained where it had laid so far, extending upward in a graceful arch of new, fantastic flesh.
A fin! A smaller version of the large one on his back, which kept him from laying flat any longer, having finished its bid for freedom at the same time Slyth realized the exact nature of them both. At first, the one he could see was entirely black, but eventually, the inky colour escaped his back completely to empty out into the slightly rounded, pointed top of the fin, compressing up into the tip and leaving it stained at the end. There was a bit of contrasting white running below the pitch black part before the tiny scales faded back to the same gray as the rest of his back, as if all pigmentation had been sucked out of the white region by the retreating inkiness.
The fact that he now had a handsome pair of dorsal fins did not have a chance to sink into Slyth's mind before the body-wrenching pleasure of it happening again began anew. This time, the end of his tail radiated with stretching, growing heat, throbbing with new life in two distinct spots. The altering anaconda's mind once again drifted to thoughts of his former male anatomy as a pair of fresh black bulges were apparently created once more by his freedom-minded colouration, the large deposit of dark scales upon his tail seeming to flee both upwards and down from his tailtip, tugging his mass in both directions, although the half on top began to win out in short order.
The intense stimulation the two newest fins forced upon Slyth made him wish that his dual shafted sex, his hemipenes, hadn't disappeared along with the rest of his serpentine coils. They were sealed away within his traitorous body for what was beginning to feel like ages as his heart pounded and his blood surged through his veins, looking for a place to flood into and make gloriously erect. He was on fire, inside, so hot.. his skin tingling with both transformation and titillation. Such was the reason all the fresh fins were driving him half insane with lust, all thoughts of leaving the seals completely gone, only wanting them to hurry and give him back a means of release!
Groaning and rocking in place, the not-quite-snake-anymore flexed his body, lifting his new, maddeningly arousing and quickly engorging growths high up over himself, his recently re-organized body almost arcing enough to touch his tail to his face before he relaxed. As he did so, his lower half slapped back down to the ground, the force and momentum of it causing him to flop firmly, his entire form rippling, moving over the ground a few inches and causing his fins to wobble, which only heightened his inner heat, his need for an outlet.
"Hmm, save that for later, amigo.." chuckled Toceph, pressing his warm, wet hands over Slyth's side, steadying him. At the same time, Elsa had re-captured the flopping fins and continued to massage them, coaxing them farther and farther out of the former snake's tail, making the changing male moan and continue to gently flex his new form back and forth, some part of his subconscious finding it appropriate, enjoyable and necessary..
In no time at all, the not-really-a-snake-anymore had two more proud, erect fins upon his tail, sleek and crescent shaped, arcing smoothly back from the rest of him, and coming to the expected black tips, once the lively liquid upon his skin had settled there.
Slyth panted lightly, overwhelmed by what had already happened.. when both seals swung around to stroke his lower front, hard! He gasped and flopped mightily once, his back ending up closer to the edge of the rocks as their soaking paws attacked his tender belly, focusing on the two black blemishes there, one directly below his lower dorsal fin and the other, larger one halfway down his length. The near sexual feeling of expansion and growth returned with a vengeance as not two, not three, but five new appendages came bursting forth with the sudden soaking. More than doubling the experience from before as one straight fin emerged just before his tail and four split simultaneously from the space at his centre, making him throw his head back and nearly roar with his need.
He bucked and thrashed, a deeper moaning than he was used to issuing from his transformed mouth. Flopping strongly over the stone surface, renewed muscles helping his new body jump and waver in the air, flapping and flexing rapidly, he found himself inching backwards towards the crashing surf below, despite the mammal couple's best efforts to help him. So Slyth helped himself, by plunging his hands into the pool of water in the middle of the outcropping, to grab the edge of the small concavity. But they too came alive with streaming pleasure, only adding to the ecstasy occurring upon his waist. He could see the black upon his arms flowing into the pool via his hands, as if trying to slink out of his fingers and into the tidal puddle, making his fingertips alight with that same sense of delicious transformation, his unseen extremities exploding into erogenous zones, albeit temporary ones.
Trembling with what felt like barely contained lust, Slyth forced himself to lay still, save for the occasional tail slapping twitch along his streamlined form, holding onto the side of the pool, basking in the magnificent metamorphosis... until it stopped. It took him a short while of the blissful basking to realize he had his eyes closed, which was remarkable because he never had eyelids before that.
Opening his eyes and lifting his head, Slyth looked to Elsa and Toceph, who sat leaning against one another, admiring their handiwork, smiling nicely at him. Elsa said, "Almost all done, Slyth. You have to do the last part."
Dazed and confused as well as hot and bothered, a throbbing persisting where the four fins had grown out, even though they had finished forming, Slyth simply answered, "What do I do?!" He wanted, needed to know how to end his torture and finally have his...
"Release. Let go," they instructed, in unison.
And so Slyth did, mentally releasing what he held onto, in the hope that it would bring him physical satisfaction. He let go of his old life and body and accepted what he was now.. at least for the time being, no longer hung up about turning back right that moment or worrying about his expectations of his journey, his expectations of life. He breathed in and out in a relaxing sigh and looked back at them. "Okay."
The pinnipeds paused a moment and then looked at one another before Toceph spoke up: "No, we mean really let go of that theeng." He pointed at the newcomer's hands, still gripping the rock pool's lip, keeping him hung up near the sloped side of the wave-battered boulder.
"Oh," said Slyth. Then he let go, literally.
Finally taking that plunge he had set out to take, actually and metaphorically, the rather aquatic looking 'anaconda' rolled off of the rocks backwards, his heavier upper body taking the lead, leaving him to enter the water, head-first. His momentarily half ignored arousal re-ignited as his body was submerged, the connection between his morphing and the water made perfectly clear, as was the water itself. He could see quite clearly as he sank headfirst, rough scaled skin set ablaze once more by the brine, his plethora of fins felt as though they were throbbing in a manner not unlike his lost hemis, especially the long thick cylindrical pair that sat nestled between two more normal triangle shaped ones, near what could have been taken as his new 'crotch'. They felt like they would explode!
Then explode, he did. A strange sort of climax washed over him, along with the water, his whole being bursting with a final sweeping bliss, making him gasp and suck in a mouthful of the sea. A sweet surge of sensation centred on his neck, mouth and elbows as two more fins popped into place on his arms, a new set of teeth made their arrival known in his mouth and a set of gills were ripped open, the mouthful of water issuing from them as the new fish took his first 'breath'. He groaned, shuddering, twisting his arms to examine the flat, backwards-curving, black-tipped fins halfway along their gray, tiny-scaled lengths as his body pulsed with the odd afterglow of the alterations, although still aroused in the more mundane way, he realized.
Turning his somewhat fin-like limbs around and stretching his fresh, thick neck, Slyth pulled up and out of the nose-dive he had been in while overcome with the sensual shifting. He angled up awkwardly, a few feet away from the sheer cliff face that was the underwater partner to the outcropping above, managing to get himself upright, his nearly nine foot frame floating there in the depths. He looked around at the empty space before and around himself and mentally scoffed, 'I liked the way it looked from above better.'
"Yeah, so do we."
"That's why we hang out up there, man."
The voices of the two seals seeped into Slyth's mind as he hung there, long tail of a lower body swaying rhythmically to keep him suspended. He looked around for them, finding them descending from above, diving down before pulling up like he did to 'stand' in front of him, in the abyss. He got a much better look at them than he had before, while he was somewhat preoccupied with the trifling little matter of a complete species change.
They were both rather attractive, in a cute sort of way, he found. Looking over their humanoid upper bodies and thick, blubber lined lower halves, with their flipper 'feet' and the short little tail between said appendages, all covered in the tough fuzzy brownish gray pelt. Toceph's chest was reasonably defined, despite the presence of the insulating layer of natural fat, almost making him look oddly buff and cuddly at the same time. On the other hand, Elsa's chest was not odd at all, the extra padding her species possessed only enhancing her feminine cushioning, her breasts bountiful and nearly buoyant. Thinking back on it, he could see then why he had mistaken their forms to be that of mer-folk. They almost looked like mer-seals, in a way.. but were clearly anthropomorphic.
Slyth stared at the lovely couple for a moment before the other pressing need, other than the seemingly ever-present need for sexual stimulation, made itself known.. the desire for answers. He started with the most recent, opening his mouth to try to talk, which was when he found that his new throat and gills didn't work that way. Although he did get a breath of fresh water, which was at least partially helpful.
Seeing his confusing, Elsa spoke up, once again in Slyth's head: "You have to speak in your mind now, hun."
"What does she mean..?" thought the amateur telepathist.
"Just what joo did there!" came the energetic reply from Toceph.
"Like this..? Okay.. well, then. What the heck is going on?! What am I? What did you two do?? How did you do it?!" he yelled in his mind, swinging his arms around a little for emphasis, which made him sway and shift in the water.
"Okay, okay, calm down.. we'll tell you everything.." Elsa began, arching her back to 'stand up' taller, attempting to look more dignified while she imparted information. Such a shift in her posture inadvertently caused her eye-magnet of a bust to be pushed out a bit farther, which made Slyth's body buzz. She went on, "I was once like you, in a way. I lived on the land, as an ocelot. But I was afraid of water.. so I went to Orinoco to help me get over it. She gave me this salty potion to drink and sent me here, to get over my fear. I was pretty pitiful.. I wound up stuck on the beach after falling into the waves when my hind paws turned to flippers.. I was only sticking my toes in, too!"
Soft barking laughter entered Slyth's mind as both his guides had a chuckle about it, then Toceph took up the tale. "I found her, half transformed, a real wreck.. she was terribly lost, deedn't know what to do. She told me she was afraid of the water, but that she didn't want to be, so I helped her all the way in.. and well, the rest is history, right chica?" He finished with a cheeky grin and a large webbed paw slipping down to grope Elsa's thick padded backside.
The girl giggled and nodded, slapping at Toceph's grabby flipper. "Right. So, we figured Orinoco had given you the same deal, for whatever reason. And that water would be the catalyst for the potion, again. I'm not sure why it works, just that sea water would make you change," Elsa affirmed, nodding slightly.. then raised her hand as she added one last answer to one of the former snake's first queries: "Oh, and.. you're a shark now, Slyth."
"Yeah, a black-tip shark, clearly," piped up Toceph.
Nodding and idly opening his mouth to let more water slip through to his gills, Slyth remembered his initial suspicions about Orinoco having gone to see a seal, feeling justified in that doubtfulness, since Elsa had gone to the frog as a feline. He also realized why he was supposed to have an empty stomach. A big meal in his coils could have been a big problem when he was cut down to size! Lastly, he thought about how he had come into contact with fresh water on his trip to the sea, slithering through streams and rivers, the liquid not effecting him then, like the salty stuff obviously had.
Then his thoughts caught up with their answers. "A shark, eh? I think I've heard of them. Supposed to be.. scary?" he asked, shrugging, not feeling fearsome, although he hadn't gotten to look at himself. He felt more.. sexy, than anything else. "What do I look like.. I mean, how do I look?"
"Handsome."
"Hot!"
The seal's responses came at about the same time, with Elsa blushing a bit at her less conservative answer and her mate's smirking glance.
"Oh really, joo think he's hot, do joo? What am I, a sea slug?" demanded Toceph playfully, smiling mischievously before pouncing upon Elsa, arms outstretched to capture her. She squealed and darted straight up, her thick lower body just barely managing to squeeze through his closing embrace, starting a chase while the shark pondered their take on the 'new him'. He smiled a little, glad to hear he looked good, peering down over himself, twisting back and forth some to try to get an overall sense of his new self.. but then gave it up, figuring he would need to meet another shark before he really knew. As a flash of gray furriness flashed past his face, his attention was drawn back to the two cavorting mammals.
The slippery semi-sapien seals swirled in circles, surrounding him. Sleek, smooth skins swooped swiftly, swishing speedily, slickly sliding in the salty swell of the sea, Slyth's serpentine sensibilities supremely staggered by their uncanny ability to slither through the water the way they did, in any direction, at any time. His largely unmoved new body hung there, near the rock wall, only disturbed every so often by a rather powerful gust of aquatic 'wind', created by the mammals' display as they dared to buzz past the larger being, his finned form catching the currents they made and shifting with them, making him stir in place. It also stirred something else in him, finding their aquatic acrobatics to be somewhat sensual, especially given what it looked like Toceph was planning on doing to his mate once he had her, his maleness peeking from a pocket upon his front.
"Eeek! Slyth! Get this crazy man off of me!" cried Elsa into the fish's brain, openly inviting him to join in their game as she rushed past with Toceph hot on her tail. She double-back and ducked in behind the shark, pressing up against his back, head tucked under his large upper dorsal fin, soft arms holding firmly around his middle as she used him like a shield. Slyth rumbled softly at the sudden warmth and cushy nature of the seal's flesh against his backside, her thick lower body twined snugly around the thinnest point of his own piscine one. It seemed a deep rumble replaced the no-longer-naga's light sibilance as the sound he automatically made, when pleased.
Just as quickly as Elsa had entrenched herself, Toceph added himself into the mix, popping up in front of the white, finned belly and grabbing his girl's arms around Slyth, holding her tightly in place. "Aha, got you now! This newcomer can't stop me!" he laughed and tightened his hold, tugging Elsa more forcefully up against Slyth's back, subsequently grinding himself up against the shark's front at the same time. The bodies of the two hot and sweetly squishy sea-creatures squirmed against Slyth's scales and made him shudder and tense up, before flicking his tail hard and escaping from the playful pinnipeds' pleasing embrace, his fins throbbing again.. although just a particular two, at that moment.
"Darn, and I thought that would work too, Tocy," remarked Elsa to her playmate, glancing at the ruffled requiem shark.
Toceph just grinned and shrugged emphatically, "Maybe the direct approach?" There was a pause before the couple held hands and gracefully glided over and up to Slyth, looking at him with a combination of puppy-dog eyes and come-hither looks. Toceph spoke up, "We were hoping to entice joo into some fun with us.. we think jou're pretty sexy, snakesharkman.. and we never got to play with a real shark before, so.."
"So, you were a really nice substitute. A really really nice one," finished Elsa, reaching out to slide her paw's claws along the shark's tender belly, between the pulsing pelvic fins at his 'crotch' and down to his lower ventral fin.. or anal fin, right before the beginning of his tail. "There's even two, one for each of us. Pity!"
"Two of what? ..I'm sorry guys, I don't think I'd be able to join you, even if I wanted to, I don't know how this body works yet.. not like that," was Slyth's reluctant reply.
"Yes, well.. we'd probably be up on the rock again for our fun, so you wouldn't be able to join us, now that you have gills and whatnot.." admitted the seal girl.
"And, from one guy to another, amigo.." Toceph began, reaching up to grasp one of the thick, long, hot rods that hung against the shark's belly, in between the black-stained pair of small fins upon Slyth's new 'groin', cradling the clearly phallic-shaped fin in his hot, webbed hand as he continued, "..she meant dees two. Dees are jour new leetle friends. Jour claspers!" he grinned, squeezing the girthy flesh while emphasizing the word for the length and its twin, hissing it out as he drew his tight, heavily padded paw quickly down and off of the sensitive flesh.
Slyth shuddered and shook, flapping his tail with renewed randiness, he groaned and twisted around, winding up bumping back up against the stone of the cliff wall. Holding onto the wall with one hand while curling his tail forwards, he used his other hand to touch his 'claspers' experimentally.. 'Mmmm'ing mentally before getting a hold of himself, in another capacity. He looked up to his grinning guides, almost blushing. "I think I'll need some time to get used to this body.. you two go on up and have your fun. I'm going to explore down here.. there's so much to see!" He said, waving them off. Although it was slightly unclear if he meant exploring the ocean, or his own form!
"Alright, see you around, sexy Slyth-shark," said Elsa, waving goodbye.
"Adios, feeshy," Toceph called as he and his girl took off, spiralling around one another as they shot up to the surface, and their apparent favourite fornication location.
Slyth was tempted to latch onto both of his new-found malenesses, to curl his flexible body up and examine them more closely with more than just his eyes and hands.. fascinated by how the rough shark-skin formed the two phalluses out of what must have been modified fins. No matter what they were, they were pleasantly plump and sweetly sensitive, albeit a bit lacking in privacy, the two cocks hanging flat against his belly for all to see. Sharks were quite the exhibitionists, he thought. But when in Rome.. he shrugged and decided to enjoy it, it wasn't as though he knew anyone in the sea.
'Of course, I should change that..' he thought to himself, beginning to dive down farther, out into the coastal waters, getting the hang of gliding through the liquid environment, simply angling his head and arms in the direction he wanted to go. The strong back and forth oscillation of his tailfins came naturally, and took care of the rest of his locomotive needs. He almost immediately found himself in a coral reef that was bustling with life. Colourful fish darted about, mostly avoiding the large predator who watched them with some interest as he drifted over the 'landscape', like a large silver plane over a bustling city.
Coming up to some mountainous brain coral, Slyth spotted some movement which was more on his scale and hoped he had found some new people to meet. Resting his hands on the dull coloured and vein-textured coral he half hid behind it and peered out at what he realized was a pair of people, shifting around one another, almost dancing together.
Both of them looked hard and spiky, with several legs.. which the shark found odd, he didn't think any sea-creatures had legs. The two were like large insects! They also had huge claw things that looked like large hooked hands, pincers almost. After watching for a moment and figuring out which shell belonged to which person, he had remembered hearing about tasty bug-like bottom feeders: crabs, and lobsters! Of course, the entangled duo before him were morphic, as big, or bigger than he was! He watched, fascinated.
When he got a good look at the two, Slyth saw that the lobster was female, and the crab was male. He could tell, thanks to their mostly humanoid upper bodies, attached to their more bestial lower halves. Taurs, like land-dwelling quadrupeds he had met, back home.
The lobster had four arms, the top pair with two-fingered hands and the lower set with a small pair of pincers, like miniature versions of the ungainly looking, huge claws that topped the limbs emerging from her 'hips', where her upper and lower halves came together. The rest of her lower half was lined with legs before her oddly pretty segmented tail, striped designs running the length of her thick, chitinous backside and the four parts of the fan flipper at the end. She was beautiful in an alien fashion, thick mottled orange-brown shell creating a flawless exterior, curves upon her form that would never alter with age, her armoured bust chief among them. She also had a pair of long antennae that arched back over her form, reminiscent of long flowing locks.
The crab was stout, to the lobster's length, a broad hard chest supported two thick arms, adorned with two claws, both more round than the lobster's long and sharp ones. The male also had one much larger claw on the right, which he would wave about regularly, in a showy manner. The crab had a lower set of arms, with more normal hands upon them, which he was rubbing over a spot at his thick waist, where his buff-looking upper half joined the almost disc-like lower body, which almost reminded Slyth of a spider, with his eight legs. The crab's legs were thicker and flatter, their shells covered in smooth bumps, coming to sharp points. He was red all over his back and limbs, with a milky white fading into existence on his chest, accentuating the symmetrical plating that outlined his firm muscles.
Both of them were like living, moving statues, firm and fit and finely crafted. Perfect to look at, but not necessarily touch, unless your skin was just as solid. So Slyth did just that, watching as their dance turned more intimate. The shark saw something emerge from the crab's waist, slimy and pulsing. It looked out of place on the crustacean's body, but also exquisitely tender and exotic. It leaked a thick cream that dispersed into the water, wisps of it being swirled about by another expressive waving of his large claw. Perhaps to spread the scent?
It seemed that way when her antennae twitched and the lively, lovely lobster lady licked her lips lustily. Lifting large lumbering limbs, she leapt at her lighter lover, lunging and landing like a load of lightning upon her target, impaling herself on what was by that point, unmistakably, the male's shaft. The two moaned as one, drowning out the shark's own sympathetic pleasured rumble as he floated closer to the coral he hung behind, slowly curling his tail down while hanging onto his cover. He was beginning to feel supremely pent up once more, craving a real release after the encounter with the seals and then the sight of the two in front of him, shamelessly sharing themselves with one another.
The lobster woman arched her back and clasped her claws around the crab's middle, dainty humanoid hands stroking his impressive right claw, fawning over it and his broad chest as they squirmed closer together, the male's lower arms reaching up to run his fingers over her breasts. The crab was nearly climbing over his larger lover before she flipped her tail around to wrap its length around the male's round body, using it to hold him closer.. as well as giving him leverage to pull himself up more and more firmly in the strong thrusts he had begun to make.
Slyth had begun to run his own hands down his front, looking for his claspers once more, intending to make the most of the kinky crustacean coupling, eyes locked on their fascinating forms as they came closer and closer to their peaks. He finally grasped his members and began to rub them while his body returned to an upright position behind the high wall of rocks and coral. The shelled pair's movements reached a rapid rhythm before they tensed.. and a cloud of white issued from between them, both shuddering.
The voyeuristic visitor closed his eyes and let go of the coral, using both hands on himself while savouring the image of the lovers' climax, he smoothly stroked his claspers, groaning inwardly. His rough skinned palms ground against his streamlined sexes, slowly building himself up once again, needing to get off, driving him to distraction, ceasing all other thoughts and actions.
So, with his tailfin unmoving, it caused him to slip down to the sandy bottom, not that he cared, it was a clear, uncluttered sandy space, no one would bother him if he just touched down and lay there to finish what he was in the middle of. He rumbled and sucked in more and more water for his gills, his body working overtime as his pulse raced and his double cocks throbbed, beginning to leak, tingling with an impending orgasm.
Just as he was about to cum, the tip of his tailfin sank into the sand at the bottom and hit something firm. He assumed it was the ground while he floated there, about to get off.. until the 'ground' spoke up.
"Hey, what's the big idea up there?!"
Silt and sand exploded upwards from the seafloor as two subtle lumps on the ground burst out of hiding. Two new creatures appeared, stopping Slyth in his tracks, the black-tip frozen in place, save for pulling his busy hands away from his front. "Nothing!" he cried, although his body still screamed with need.
The two shapes seemed to be huge before Slyth realized they were both mostly flat fish of some kind, obviously intelligent, with anthropomorphic assets smoothly integrated into the middle of their wide sets of rounded 'wings', their torsos both fading into the long slender whip-like tails at the bottom of their almost triangular forms, coming to a point at the tail end. Pondering where he found them, and their opposite genders, Slyth considered the possibility they had been sleeping... together.
"What are you two?" thought-blurted the flustered fish.
"I'm a manta ray, and she's a skate, of course! What, never been to the shallows, my pelagic pal?" asked the smooth-headed ray with a wide-mouthed grin and a wide-armed flourish of his flap-like body, causing the fact that his arms were actually embedded within the forward edges of the 'wings' to become clear.
Slyth practically tripped on his words, despite their telepathic nature: "Um, no, I can't say that I have, actually."
The skate chuckled and leaned forward to set off on a small circling course around Slyth. As she looked him over, he did the same, noting the difference in her flaps/wings, her smaller size and different colour. The male was a deep blue on his back and a much paler one on his front, while she was a sandy brown and nearly white with a hint of tan on her front. They both sported large wide gills over their chests, although the female's were below her modest bust.
Forgotten thoughts of sex re-surfaced as she smoothly glided around him with simple rippling undulations of her form, her sharply pointed tail running against his own strong lower portions. Slyth's eyes were glued to the giant ray, though, the sleek body set in the midst of the expanse of slick flesh was quickly making him wish to be alone again to get back to his poor neglected sexes. The way the male's strong humanoid form was almost concealed in the enormous wings, emerging out of the aquatic shape, was captivating.
"I think he's lost, baby," noted the girl, from behind Slyth, idly running a soft finger down the top of his main dorsal fin, her tail slithering around his lower body and rubbing up against one of his claspers. It made him twitch, tail flicking and sending him straight where he was looking.. which was the manta man's impressive physique.
The inadvertent tackle knocked the two cartilaginous fish into deeper waters, the shelf of land below them falling away as Slyth tried to both push himself out from the ray's billowing wing-fins and not simply shove him away rudely, remaining wrapped up in the large expanse of slippery flesh for longer than he might have otherwise as his claspers rubbed up against the base of the other male's broad body.
"You're definitely lost," the manta remarked once they had slowed to a near stop, flapping his flowing fins to remove himself from Slyth's front, continuing to stimulate the sex-starved shark unknowingly.
As soon as the manta had re-oriented himself, a teasing touch from the tip of a wing ran up along Slyth's side, announcing the skate's arrival, having just caught up. "We should help him, you never know when he might be able to help us.." she paused, angling around in her flight to glide back again, under his body, "..and I think he needs another kind of help, too," she finished with a note of devilry in her voice as she swung back around to join the ray as he soared slowly forward, leaving Slyth no choice but to keep up with his potential helpers.
The manta nodded, "Yes, we should.. having a shark in our debt would be nice.." he trailed off and slowed down to let Slyth slip up between the locals. They both smiled at him and inched closer as all three continued at a leisurely pace out to sea, their soft hands beginning to roam over his sides.
"What are you two--?" began the shark, before the manta shushed him.
"We know what you were doing when you bumped into us, friend.. it's okay, we'll help you back to your territory and aid you with your more.. 'adult' situation, at the same time. We know how much sharks like to stay on the go."
"But I'm-mmmmmoooooohhhh..." while he tried to protest and explain who and what he was, the skate girl had wound her tail around one of Slyth's claspers, her flexible hand stroking over his barrelled chest. The manta did much the same, rubbing over the shark's rough hide as he swam along with his other flexing wing, practically towing Slyth by his shafts with the skate.
Before long, he was back in an aroused state, closer than ever to adding his own saltiness to the ocean's brine. Stopping in the midst of the vast marine expanse, the two flat fish stopped, letting go of Slyth's shafts. He groaned and came to a stop, finned form floating upright once more, his aching erections leaking into the water as both of his latest companions swooped back around to slip up in front of him.
The smaller girl immediately plastered her pliable self against his upper body, wings wrapped around his torso. Hugging herself against his chest, she caressed and kissed at him while keeping her tail up to allow the manta access to the shark's engorged cocks. The large, wide mouth of the filter-feeder was quickly put to use on both of Slyth's claspers at once, a substantial tongue working over them as his lips sucked the shark meat wonderfully.
The owner of the shafts was only vaguely surprised to hear the manta's voice in his head despite his mouth being busy, a clear benefit of telepathy. "Don't go forgetting us now, sir shark."
The former swamp dweller was certain he would always remember this particular trip he was on, brought to climax by two beautiful creatures he hadn't even known existed minutes beforehand. The skate girl ground her smooth body while the manta male rubbed over Slyth's tail fins and, of course, giving him double head. The shark was in the throes of ecstasy, racing toward his pleasurable finale when a pair of new voices rang out, shouting, "HALT!" followed by simultaneous quiet curses from his two sexy saviours, who stopped and peeled themselves off of his body.
Slyth shuddered and flexed himself slowly, the mad tingling of an another averted explosion washing over him like a tidal wave, storing even more pent up sexual energy as he looked around for the cause of the interruption. He wasn't sure if it was really his day or not.. sure, he wasn't getting to finish, but he was finding it fun to try!
"Aww, jeez. You guys, can't you leave us alone?" complained the manta as he licked his lips, turning around to face the two apparent authoritarians as they arrived. It was a pair of merfolk!
Slyth could hardly believe it, although when he thought about it, he shouldn't have been all that surprised. Maybe he had begun to think all the creatures in the sea were just that, sea-creatures. But here were two of the mythical beings that practically caused all the events that happened to him so far, thanks to the mistaken identify of the seals.
They were exactly as legends described, human upper bodies with tails like a fish. And.. that was really it. Peering at them closely, Slyth couldn't see any sort of fins or scales, elongated ears or even webbing between their pale fleshed fingers. They were completely and utterly mundane on top, with a rather boring, plain, monotone-scaled fish body, with just the tail fins at the end. Even the division between scales and skin was clear-cut, like a seam between fabrics. Utterly uninteresting.
They were certainly both nice looking, as far as humans went, and the mermaid (for the other was a merman) could even be called pretty.. for a human. She had a deep red tail and fiery red hair that danced in the water like so much flame. Her well developed chest was crammed into a somewhat uncomfortable looking strip of tattered red fabric, perhaps salvaged from a ship. It seemed like an unnecessary touch of modesty, considering that it seemed no one else wore anything down there, and that the cloth would probably disintegrate in the salt water soon enough.
Likewise, the merman, with his blue scaled tail and short, matching blue hair, was rather handsome, but almost in a too perfect way.. like he and his partner were both manufactured. No flaws, no quirks, nothing interesting. Not like the people he had been encountering up to that point. What was more, both merfolk were less than pleasant in their expressions, wearing looks of scorn and contempt for him and his most recent cartilaginous companions. The shark soon decided he liked the seals better. But he didn't want to judge them too quickly, so he waited to see what they were actually like, and whether the stories were true.
"Leave you alone? While you blatantly disturb the peace with your public debauchery?" blustered the 'maid, red-tinted eyes ablaze, like her hair. Her mouth, as well as her counterpart's, remained in a stern, tight line, shut as they spoke with their minds.
The skate spoke up, waving her large wing around the deserted depths. "I'll give you peace, but public?? Who're we disturbing, you prudes? There's nobody here!"
Cold blue eyes glared at the skate girl. "Mind your tone," ordered the mermale, who seemed to take a backseat to the female's lead. Slyth pondered if all the stories about merfolk were about mermaids, because they were in charge.
The redhead, "You're in our territory, bottom feeders. So it's our public your disgusting display is disturbing."
Both merpeople wielded long golden tridents, holding them upright and floating in the same manner, giving the impression that they always did so, what with the practiced way they held the position. The ray and the skate lazily lounged back, or rested in a more natural, belly-down pose. It made a convenient physical parallel to how the half and half creatures seemed to look down on other species as the upright mers actually were looking down on the winged ones at that moment.
"Oh, whatever! The very edge of your stupid little 'mer town' is over a mile, that way," said the manta male defiantly, with a flippant flick of his arm in the direction the mythical pair had shown up from. "And we were heading the other way, anyway," he added with a grumble.
"Yes, well, you stopped here.." began the mermaid, poking the bottom of her shining staff at the general area before she realized what the manta had said about where the group was heading. It must have took her a while, having toned out most of what the 'bottom feeder' had said. "You were heading for shark territory?" She made a quick few deductions, eyes darting between them and Slyth.
She suddenly smiled at the shark, as if seeing him for the first time. "Oh, of course! Right!" Her voice was much lighter and pleasant as she seemed to address Slyth. Her original stern look returned as she gestured to her subordinate with a quick nod of her head, then went back to acting nicely for the nautical newcomer. The merman barked some orders at the two other fish and herded them back to their home in the shallows before they could protest, not wanting to leave their new friend with the fishy bitch.
"Now that that riff raff is gone.." the mergirl muttered, snidely, turning to Slyth in order to salute him briefly and introduce herself, "Greater Gruta-Area Guard, at your service. Were those two bothering you, sir? Let me escort you back home." She took his fin-fingered hand and took off with him before he could answer, seemingly eager to help him, just like the manta and skate had been. She also called him 'Sir', which he was beginning to find odd.
Slyth tried to explain, "No, they weren't. They were, uh.. helping me, I guess.." unsure if he was in trouble with what seemed like an organized culture of mer-folk. Then again, she was being polite and taking him to where he sort of wanted to go, anyway.. to shark territory, if only to see what he actually looked like, since his transformation. He wouldn't have minded meeting a nice shark, either.
Moving at a fast clip through the open ocean, the mermaid glanced back at him with a slightly disdainful look, obviously disapproving of any association with the likes of the manta and skate. "You guess? Hmm.. honey, if it was me.." she paused to slow down for a moment, skilfully sliding her gauzy tailfin against his claspers, making him shiver, throwing off the rhythm of his flexing tail and making him slow down with her. "..you wouldn't have to guess," she finished, licking her lips as her mental tone slipped towards a more seductive sound.
One deft movement of her tail later, and the fishy female was pressing up against the shark's front, teasingly touching over his chest with her dainty fingers, her soft scaled tail brushing against his shafts. He tensed as she turned up the charm and began to lead him deeper as they proceeded forward. "Allow me to help you, sweet mister.. uh, black-tip." She nearly stumbled in her attempt at attracting him when she realized she never asked his name.
Even though he didn't think he liked mermaids after all, he was unable to stop himself from becoming turned on again, thanks to her warmth and closeness, inadvertently encouraging her farther. Holding onto him, she guided him down into the semi-darkness of a deeper reef than the one he had visited before. There was less activity there, more privacy, it seemed, was what she was after. She led him down into a small space with a rocky bottom and pock-marked stone walls. There was still life around, but it was more hidden and lacked the vibrant colours the shark had witnessed in the more shallow vistas.
Letting go of Slyth, the previously prudish patrol-woman began to peel back the tightly wrapped garment she was sporting, floating there in the dim depths, acting as sexy as she could for him.. and she wasn't bad at it.. but he was more confused by her blatant hypocrisy than aroused by her short-lived strip session. "What about your rules about thi--"
He had been cut off as she tossed her top into his face, chuckling, "Oh don't worry about that, no one will see us down here." Which seemed untrue to Slyth, with all the reef-life he had seen so far. Perhaps she meant none of her people would find them in the twilight depth she had dragged him to, as she didn't seem to care about any others. "Now, just relax while I take care of you, sharky." With that, she wound her tail around his, pulling herself tightly up against him, breasts squishing over his rough-skinned chest, making her bite her lip as his tiny tooth-like scales rubbed against her nipples.
Raising his arms a little as the amorous mer latched onto him, Slyth was still unsure of her, and wanted to ask more questions, feeling rushed into the situation, if that was even possible after everything else. "Now, wait a minute, where did you say you were from? Gruta? What are you guarding?" Those were only the questions he could think of, while a hundred more about the mythical mers and their storied activities spun around in his head as the 'maid made to mate with him.
Her careful caresses over his body and her pillowy flesh against his fishy form, along with the firm fondling of his phalluses forced a moan from Slyth's mind, momentarily silencing his inquires. As she gyrated against him, she tightened her grip on his stiff body with her flexible tail, as well as grabbing onto two other stiff body-parts and rubbing them against a warm patch of scales on her front. She let him feel where they gave way in a subtle slit, poising them to penetrate her siren sex. Leaving his throbbing tips against her front, ready to go, she reached up and pulled his arms down, gentle grip running down his arms, trailing over his elbow fins, she held his wrists and placed his palms on her plump bosom. "Ready when you are, tiger."
Head pounding and body begging for a good bedding, the beleaguered sharkman barely managed to hold himself back as his latest escort offered him a legendary lay.. to have mated with a mermaid would be quite the story to tell.. but he would not be waylaid again! "Stop! I'm sick and tired of getting the run around from you people and I want some straight answers!" Slyth yelled, breaking free from the seductress and her offer of sex, which had almost become the fabled siren's call for him.
The slight knock backwards had made the mer's hair billow up and around her face, and when she tossed her head to whip it back into place, the stern glare was back in full force. She sneered and shrugged, then nodded at something over Slyth's shoulder. Before he could turn to look at what she was indicating, a pair of strong human arms swung down over either side of his head, gripping a golden bar between them.. which was quickly drawn taught against his neck while a familiar blue tail snapped around his tail-fin's base, holding him still with formidable strength. The merman had caught up with them! Or perhaps he had been on lookout duty the whole time, Slyth wasn't sure.
The redhead chuckled darkly, "Huh, and I thought you sharks were supposed to be able to sense something as large as a merman that close to them with some kind of electrical current sensor in your snouts. Oh well, you might not be the best shark, but doing you still gets me my bonus.." The femme fatale flipped her tailfin up and angled herself down, gliding up close to the restrained shark's middle.
Taking both claspers in her hands and softly rubbing over smooth shafts' tips with her thumbs, she seemed to consider them as he tried to pull free from the blue tinted male at his back. The shark's long-finned tail was unable to wrench itself free from the hard hold the navy scaled length had on it.
No longer musing, the female arched her back, pushing out her chest as she commented, "This always gets them.." rising up slightly to slide Slyth's captive cocks between her tits, she pressed her cleavage over his male columns and began to writhe her body through the water to create the friction that the shark could not and would not.
As much as Slyth disagreed with their methods, struggling and pushing against the merman behind him, tugging on the trident's long handle and looking down over the solid metal against his throat, he couldn't deny that the mercurial mermaid was conventionally beautiful.. and he had to admit that her smooth skin felt heavenly around his members. The plush flesh of her supple mounds was undeniable.. he groaned and twisted, but that only made his double sex press more firmly through the velvety valley, pushing closer to something he never realized existed. An unwanted orgasm.
Maybe if he hadn't been so pent up, teased so much by everything else, brought to the brink so many times that day, he'd have been able to resist her wicked womanly wiles. As it was, though, he shuddered and shook, feeling the pressure building once again, his claspers leaking, throbbing against the pale human skin that trapped them, squeezing (bitter)sweetly over his sensitive skin.
He had been denied his release all that time, and there he was, denying it himself. He sighed and began to give in, relaxing slowly and letting his body go with the flow of fornication.
Slyth slowly shut his eyes to surrender fully to the bliss, his loins about to loose themselves, thick fluids welling up inside his groin, as it pulsed with pleasure powerfully, each heartbeat making marvellous moan-inducing thrills run throughout his body. Just as his silvery eyes were almost closed and his claspers about to open, a dark shape loomed up behind the mermaid and everything stopped.
Almost lost in the joyful jolting of his groin, the shark barely saw what happened. All he saw were flashes of black and then yellow amidst thrashing red, blue and skin-tone pink. As he was released and shoved hurriedly aside as the restrictive hold disappeared.. and more importantly, so did the supple skin surrounding his sexes. He groaned in near-pain as his body was once more forced to avert its adult ambition, agonizingly halting his hot, heady rush.
Groggily opening his eyes, Slyth saw two new beings on the scene, in a stand off with the merpeople. Both new arrivals were long and loopy, suspended in the murky sea above him. He almost felt at home, seeing the serpentine shapes, and pulled himself up closer on a nearby rock as the mermaid jabbed forward with her sharp three-pronged weapon.
The bright yellow-scaled being easily dodged the attack and sped forward in a lashing strike, needle-like teeth bared. In a flash of red scales and hair, the malicious mer had dropped her rod and turned tail to escape the bite. The sea-snake snapped its surely venom-filled fangs at the mermaid's tail and called after the retreating guard: "Go polish your damn trident sssome more, you ssstuck up ssslut!" having caught the sinking staff with a coil, immediately throwing it up after the two fleeing merfolk.
Having dispatched the dastardly guards, the two slinky creatures descended to see to the victim. Spiralling downwards, they cut through the water gracefully, their long bodies trailing after their humanoid upper bodies. They both reminded Slyth of his serpentine heritage, although one more than the other. That one in particular actually looked just like a snake, with her snout, her vibrant yellow scales and scutes, but she couldn't have been, not there, in the ocean, right? The other was like an odd snake-cousin, with a prominent lower jaw and sharp looking teeth, smooth black skin and a long flat fin that ran over all of his back and up some of his belly, finishing in a big flat tailfin.
Wanting the first word for once, Slyth quickly swam up and asked, "Are you a snake?" as the couple slithered down to meet him.
"Why yesss, I am. A sssea-sssnake, of courssse," she said with a heart-warming sibilance. Slyth hadn't heard anything so sweet since he was back home. The serpent continued, "My name is Kean, and thisss isss Eliah, my husssband.. a moray eel, and my amore!"
Eliah slipped up to shake Slyth's hand, grinning toothily at him. "Heheh, she always makes that silly joke. We live here in a cave nearby, so my little air breather here can live without always going to the surface.. but never mind us! Nice to meet you..." he trailed off, waiting for the shark to introduce himself, too.
"Oh, I'm sorry.. I'm Slyth!" he shook Eliah's webbed claw, unable to help but notice the silky texture the eel possessed. He marvelled at them both, so much like his old family and friends. Kean especially, except for the flattened end of her coils that he could see, another tailfin in the watery world.
Nodding, Eliah finished his earlier thought, "Nice to meet you, Slyth. Don't let those bullies get to you, they'd never really hurt a shark."
"Uh huh.. but, I'm not really a shark. I'm an anaconda from on land. I got turned into a shark earlier.. and it's been quite a day," explained the black-tip, finally getting the facts out in the open with someone.
"Really??" they both asked in disbelief.
"But you're so small now!" Kean protested, "I saw an anaconda once, they're so big.."
The former reptile nodded, "Yes, well, uh.. that's magic for you. Anyway, I was just trying to go see another shark, so I could know what I look like now." He paused, then added, "And to... meet one too, I suppose."
Both nodded, apparently unsure whether or not to believe him. After a quiet moment Eliah shrugged. "Well, I guess it can't hurt to show you along.. maybe earn some points anyway, thanks to you, little pseudo-shark."
And so they set off, the two long bodied beings travelling side by side and staying a bit lower in the water as Slyth cruised above and slightly in back of them, giving him an excellent view of their undulating locomotion. He watched, mesmerized, as their sinuous spines serpentined through the sea below him, their tandem twisting keeping him transfixed as the yellow and black lengths led the way.
The display was enough to make the transformed serpent wish he was his normal self, just able to breathe underwater.. his eyes drooped a bit, but remained watching the sexy sway of the two sea-serpent-types. He could just imagine...
***
Slyth could see himself as a snake again, floating in the sea. He felt nice, but lonely. But then the two snakey sea creatures appeared and joined him. He could feel Kean's lithe loops sliding against his thicker coils, her scales nicely familiar, like his own, smooth and firm. He smiled and hugged her close as Eliah wound around to slink up against the anaconda as well, that amazingly soft black hide rubbing over and around himself and Kean, the three lengthy people slowly tangling together.
As they all got tighter, Slyth found that he couldn't breath the water any longer and began to thrash against his companions, causing more luscious loops to massage his body. He was frightened despite the soothing snuggles that held him in place, unable to leave and get to the air above the surface. Eliah held him from behind with his silky but strong arms and Kean smiled at him before she kissed him, breathing air into his maw. He instantly calmed and kissed back, holding her and caressing her form, drinking life from her tender kiss.
Eventually they broke it off and Slyth twisted about to kiss Eliah happily, who actually turned out to be the better kisser! The anaconda drank from him as well, feeling full of life once more, as well as full of desire. All three cavorted together wordlessly, stroking and caressing their flowing forms, jumbling together into a mating ball. The kind of mating ball the anaconda had learned about on land..
His hemis were soon out and held in the warm, ever-present embrace of the sea before he felt Kean's tight sex accepting his pounding prick, and what he knew to be Eliah's mouth on the other, both of them wet and warm, driving his desires onward. At the same time, he saw Kean's upper body near him in the mixed up ball, embracing her husband's black, finned tail. Slyth drew closer and embraced it as well, finding that the other male also had two sexes, and that Kean was pleasuring one, leaving the blissful snake to take the other. He did so and all three of them were fully taken care of, both ends occupied in the maze-like mess of three sets of coils.
They moaned and tossed through the water, each one sucking and bucking, writhing and wriggling their long forms around and against and through one another, grinding into and against each other, tongues teasing the leaking shafts of their fellow orgy members, Slyth thrusting firmly into Kean's slit and Eliah's long maw, groaning and sucking all the harder on Eliah's shaft, next to Kean, hugging her close to him, both snakes hissing in ecstasy.. mating in a way only serpents could.
Before long, all three were on the verge of exploding, esoteric erotic congress bound to be concluded with a mind-numbing climax for all involved. Slyth felt the other two tensing, his own form full to bursting with need, hemis so hot---
***
Yawning, the yellow one yapped, "Y'know, you're yummy! You young yo-yos like yourself usually yank our chains.. but somehow, I believe you."
The comment may have been nice, but it snapped the shark out of his deliriously delicious daydream. He was surprised he had been able to stay with the slippery spouses as he drifted and dozed. He didn't realize that's how sharks actually slept: on the move.
There was no time to linger on it as Kean and Eliah split from one another in a nearly synchronized pattern to circle back next to Slyth. "Okay, we're here.. I can sssmell the blood in the water." Kean sent to Slyth's mind as her forked tongue flickered from her unmoving lips.
"Yup, shark territory. Good luck, sonny!" the eel said, patting Slyth's black-tipped dorsal fin with that lovely lush hand of his as he wound around to head back home with his wife.
"Sssee you around, sssweetie," added the sea-snake as she followed her hubby.
Waving a finned forearm, Slyth bid them farewell, "Thanks you two, I won't forget all your help!" And with that, he set out in the wide open waters himself.
He was a bit nervous as he swam through the expanse of blue, worried about being found out by a real shark or something.
Another ten minutes of searching for a fellow shark, Slyth was ready to try dreaming up the two slinky spouses again. So it was that when another shark appeared, he was slightly sleepy. His goal casually cruised right past him and he did much the same, half-dozing.
"Afternoon," said the longer, more slender specimen of shark as he glided by, alone.
The black-tipped one said nothing, only vaguely noticing the blue being's presence in the emptiness.
Something in Slyth's brain shouted at him to wake up and say something, but he kept drifting forward as the blue shark slipped past.
When the other male was almost out of mind-shot, though, Slyth snapped out of it. Whipping his tail down, dipping his head and raising his arms to begin a flashy sweeping flip around in the other direction, he yelled, "WAIT!!", although his handsome face never even opened its mouth.
The other shark was stunned into stopping, curling his tail up a bit to stop and almost holding the thin length defensively astride his upper body. "What?"
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The two turned around and met one another again, automatically falling into a comfortable circling of one another, as sharks are wont to do. Even new ones.
Eyeing the blue boy, the gray shark smiled and nodded to himself. "So that's what I look like.. nice!" Slyth thought. And said, having been a bit too pre-occupied to remember or care about the whole telepathy thing.
"I guess we are a bit similar, both being sharks. Who are you, though? I don't recall seeing you around these waters before.. I'm Ace," the other one said, tightening the circle to get a better look at his apparent admirer.
"Hello Ace, I'm Slyth. I'm actually an anaconda, just you know, okay?"
With that, Slyth told Ace everything, and the blue shark obliged him with the same, explaining some of the confusing things he had seen during his journey. Ace Prion was his full name, and he had heard of Orinoco before, easily accepting the wild tale Slyth described. They hit it off nicely and found that they enjoyed each other's company, talking and discussing several things, from Ace's home in the north and Slyth's on the land to the west, to random things they found curious about the world. As dusk settled in, the two were left in the slightly dim, deep waters.. a vague red glow appearing at the surface as the sun began to set on an unseen, land-locked horizon.
"So.. sharks are like a kind of upper class, down here? And everyone was being nice to me to get on a shark's good side and earn a favour from a powerful person?"
"Exactly. The merfolk actually have a whole system they worked out around it.. which as you saw, makes them a bit desperate to obtain that 'currency' they thought you had," Ace said with a chuckle, nodding down at Slyth's groin, "Not that we sharks care about their stupid set-up. We just try to repay kindness. It's an old honour system thing. Like a family tradition." The slender shark smirked a bit and slipped closer to Slyth, whispering: "It didn't hurt that you're a really cute catch-of-the-day, either. It sounded like those seals were really and truly interested, you know. Along with a few other people I could mention.."
By that time, the two sharks had spun down to a stop and slipped into a close chit-chat back and forth between the two of them, floating upright together. Slyth felt like his ashen hide must have turned pink with his blush, turning his snout away from Ace. "C'mon, everyone else thought I was a real shark, and Kean and Eliah didn't even touch me."
"I wasn't talking about them, Slyth..." Ace said, grinning and guiding the black-tip's snout back to face him, so he could give the unsure shark a little smooch on the pointed nose. "It really sounds like you need some help, though.. and I could do with some of that same help, myself! Just because you're not so confident in all things doesn't mean that you can't be competent in others. And even if you need help, you can still assist others. Or help yourself! So.. why don't we aid each other, right here... right now?"
As he finished asking that nearly rhetorical question, the cobalt Casanova caressed down Slyth's barrelled chest in a way Ace knew he would himself enjoy, making the black-tip rumble in anticipation.
"Yesss.. let'sss..." hissed Slyth, throwing in his old sibilance for the heck of it as he took the initiative and wrapped his strong, multi-finned tail around Ace's slightly longer one. The blue shark was longer and more svelte by nature, and Ace was no exception. He looked almost serpentine next to the semi-buff black-tip, his sleek blue arms slinking up and around Slyth's back to grasp both his hands over the proud dorsal fin there, kneading the flesh at the base in a way that the new shark found unexpectedly divine. Their bodies hung there together and all Slyth could think about was how lucky he was, and how good it was to finally be there, with another shark.
He almost laughed. Another shark? He was a snake, right? Maybe Orinoco's magic knew what to make him into, because he felt so very much at home there, in Ace's arms. The blue one had only begun to massage his back and fin and already he was melting to his touch. Remembering himself, Slyth stoked his sandpaper-skinned palms down and across Ace's dark back, running over the space below his dorsal fin, which he had learned was a key point in their flexible forms. His idea that it would be nice to have it relaxed by a pair of helping hands was confirmed as Ace sighed softly, sagging into Slyth's hold slightly.
The two twisted tails tensed, tucking tighter together. Tantalizing tender torture tweaked them both as their claspers stirred to life and arose against one another and mingled, four full phalluses mixing and shifting with the light current that breezed over and through their closely held bodies. Both sets of dual genitalia ground around and bobbed in the weightlessness of the water, running over and against those of the other shark's, occasionally dragging against a smooth pelvic fin nearby.
Both males knew how easy it would be to reach down and grab them all at once, squeezing them together and ending the erotic, random and aimless activities in lieu of something more direct. They both moaned softly every now and again as the fickle mistress of the ocean would make one cock become stimulated in a new and unexpected way. The effortless creativity of the current made fantastic foreplay. Both fish tried not to focus on the delicious drifting, but it was all they could think about, being so close to so much sensual skin.
Neither of them moved to disturb the sweet shifting shafts, both knowing they just couldn't, not until they were ready.. Ace peered into Slyth's dark eyes and hugged himself closer, as if trying to explore their depths like so many undersea caves. Their pale chests rubbed against one another as Slyth looked back at the blue's cute slitted eyes, reminding him again of the snakes and reptiles he knew so well and had privately longed to lay with. There, in that new world, the lengthy Ace was more than a fair compromise between his old fantasies of lizards and serpents and the fascinating, fresh faces under the foam of the ocean.
Their hands started to roam more freely, the eye contact connection almost allowing it.. Ace continued to quietly show his new friend several places upon a shark's body that only required light affectionate attention to both relax and mightily entice him, demonstrating them with devilish devotion.
Slyth's black finger-tips flowed down to pet Ace's sides, smiling at how slender the blue shark was compared to him, but just as formidable. He wasn't sure about 'love at first sight', but the near-instant carnal attraction welling up in him was hard to resist.. hard to know if he was thinking clearly with such an intense back-log of 'love' in his system.
He thought about it as they held each other: Ace was caring and considerate, not rushing the new shark into anything, waiting for the former serpent to figure things out for himself, to choose to be with him, physically and emotionally.. just being there with him, for him, letting Slyth choose when to take the next step after so many amorous aquatic (mis)adventures had been thrust upon him. That fact alone convinced the black-tip that he could trust what his claspers had seemingly known, ever since they had met up with Ace's lightly elongated pair.
Feeling more certain than he had ever since he left his home to begin his journey of unexpected self-discovery, Slyth set out to seize his ultimate goal, no longer allowing things to happen to him, he would control his own reality, from that point forward. His heart pounded with want, his body alight with lust. He finally really knew what he wanted, and so he took it.
He wanted to screw Ace Prion's sexy, sharky brains out.
Sliding one hand up to Ace's neck and the other down to a spot on his back just behind the blue's claspers, Slyth pulled his prize closer and kissed him. He kissed him deep and long, with a passion he barely knew he had inside himself, their pointed shark snouts grinding gently against one another as the black-tip took further control of his desires, drawing his wound up tail tighter while pressing forward with the hand that was low on Ace's back.. meshing their members together and groaning at the feel of them as the sleek spires were firmly rubbed by one another, through each other and slickly along the two streamlined sharks' undersides. All their flesh never wanting for more stimulation, they began to press themselves more tightly together still, Ace reciprocating and winding his more wiry self against the thicker Slyth, hooking his large blue tailfins hard against Slyth's own gray ones.
Their kiss ended, but only to allow them the chance to use their mouths for more sensual subjects.. licking, mouthing, sucking and even lightly biting each other wherever it felt good to feel the sharp points teasing at their tough tooth-scaled skins. Their bodies heated up in the slowly cooling seas, the want for each other, for each other's bodies and for their love transforming into a infectious, insidious but splendid need for one another and everything that went with it, lusting and longing for more and more luscious contact.
Slyth's hands clenched at Ace's dorsal fin as they rammed their ripened rods against one another, the larger fish almost bending the blue's back-based appendage fully over on itself, moaning in a mix of pleasure and pain at the powerful pulsing as it returned. Ace groaned and shook in his new friend's possessive grip, pliant form flopping finely, forcing his twined phallus more and more firmly against his handsome captor.
Moaning at the titillating twisting Ace was doing, Slyth arched his back, arms outstretched, hands on Ace's slim shoulders, as if trying to push him away.. but really just trying to gain leverage to better bounce his bits with him. Shivering with succulent sexuality, Slyth slid his palms over Ace's exposed chest, raking his pointed fin-finger tips along the pale blue body, making Ace moan and return the favour with a toothy grin.
The madly mating sharks shuddered and slapped their bellies together over and over, swaying in the water, lightly gliding back and forth, to and fro in the dense ether, adding a sweet slowness to their every movement. Their four cocks pounded with potent potential, so much so that it had begun to spill out into the water around their groins, making a murky, milky mist between their middles.
Beginning to flap his flattened tailfins out of reflex, Slyth found that the undulation of his torpedo shaped body squirming together with his lover's was undeniably arousing. Tearing his eyes from where they had rolled up to the shimmering crimson colour of the wave-filled 'sky', Slyth gasped and grabbed Ace close once more, a strange idea coming to him as he approached his sought after sexual edge.
Snugging Ace's svelte shape as close as possible to his own smooth self, Slyth began to flap his tail more and more, breaking them up and out of their pre-stained spot, doing as he pleased, pleasuring himself and his new love luxuriously with the moan-inducing movement.
As the hot, hedonistic, handsome pair headed hurriedly higher, he hoped he held on, his heated hemi-hoses ready to erupt! Slyth shot for the surface, his climax mounting as his speed increased, the two becoming as intertwined as the two sharks had, members mooshed hard into one another, being wrung together by Slyth's rapid rippling, erotic rushes running rampant along their lengths.
A wave of euphoria washed over Slyth as he streaked up through the increasingly light liquid, loving the rush of the water over his body, stimulating his sexes as well as Ace's. The black-tip opened his mouth and let a flood of water flow through his maw and out of his gills, adding to his adrenaline-fuelled felicity and spurning him forward, faster and faster. Both of their lusts reached a fever pitch as they neared the surface, locking eyes, they used their last moment to lock lips firmly once more, exploding out of the waves while each clung to the other as closely as they could.
As they breached into the void that was the open air, Slyth halted his hectic flopping and tensed up, his claspers and Ace's getting squeezed all the more securely between their bodies, one final clenching to set them both off simultaneously... roaring out in ecstasy together in the midst of their ocean, their orgasm.
Both time and their forms were suspended for the slightest of seconds.. they both revelled in the escape from the underwater pressure, the feeling of true weightlessness washing over them as they hung there in the air together.. golden light from the setting sun stroking their sleek sides.. crashing and splashing droplets of water suspended around them in a moment of perfect pleasure.. electric tingles shooting through their shark bodies as they both held just a touch more firmly, their tails giving a slight spasm as their salt-encrusted sexes splattered their seed on one another and over the surface of the sea.
Reaching the limit of their momentum as the world continued to turn, the couple curved off-course to crash back down to the silence of their domain. At least, that's how Slyth had begun to think of it, grinning to himself in his, growing, glowing haze of post-coital happiness. Shaking his head a bit as he tumbled through the water with Ace, who was clinging comfortably to his 'catch', Slyth blinked.. no, it wasn't just a climax keeping him content, he really did consider the sea to be a new home for himself. As much fun as it was to jump out of the water.. especially with a cute blue shark curled around him.. the world above had felt so alien and odd to him that he thought himself a true sea-creature.
He took a refreshing breath of water and wondered about going back home, and if it was even possible. Ace had mentioned that it might be as easy as getting dry once more.. but he wasn't sure he wanted to dry off, at least not to just go back to his boring old swamp, away from his new friends. Who he intended to find again and thank.. with a nice bit of confident clasper contact! And he still wanted to see the world, after all.. and most of it was underwater! Plus, plenty of nice above-water places had located themselves conveniently close to his new world-wide abode.. Yes, it would work out, swimmingly.
Slyth nodded to himself, then nuzzled Ace, kissing his head. The blue shark had mentioned some nice people he knew in Australia. Maybe he would start there...
The End
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