Page 29 of Not Your Ordinary Shifter

The battle was rather fun, and the party was even more so. I kept very close to Marcel, but eventually, a tall, blond Viking-type came over and begged me to let him fuck me. Marcel prodded my back, and I nodded, yes.

He introduced himself as Sven-Erik, and we swam back to my cave room. He asked me nicely if I wanted him as a merman or as a seahorse.

“If we mate when I’m a seahorse and a pregnancy occurs, I will be the one to carry the babies,” he told me.

“I’d love to try that,” I told him. “It’s so lovely that the boy seahorses carry the babies. If it was true for humans, the race would have died out by now.”

Sven-Erik laughed and agreed with me. Then, he quickly transformed himself into a very big seahorse. He was really beautiful, with golden fins and big black eyes.

“Now, since you’re a mermaid and not a seahorse, we probably can’t have babies – more’s the pity. But, normally, you would transfer your eggs into my pouch, where they would be fertilized and eventually hatched.”

Sven-Erik bade me lie down on my bed, and he began to wind his tail around my tail. His lower torso attached itself to my mer-pussy and began to suck. It was amazing! I didn’t realize my mer-pussy had the equivalent of a clitoris, but whatever it washe was sucking, I climaxed harder than any time since Marcel fucked me with his prehensile penis! Marcel was still the winner by a country mile, however.

Afterwards, Sven-Erik escorted me back to the party, and I saw Percy, the giant octopus, undulating his way over to me. I must have looked a bit unsure, as Marcel materialized at my side and put up a hand to slow the octopus’s advance.

“Slow down a bit, Percy. Remember, our new mermaid is still new to all this.”

Percy skidded to a halt and changed color from purple to red. “I’m so sorry, Audrey! I didn’t mean to scare you.”

I looked at his tentacles and decided that Marcel had been right about everything so far, and I would be a bit silly to deny myself an experience that all my besties had told me was amazing.

“Please, Percy. I would be honored to be your partner.” I whispered.

Percy smiled, and his color returned to its former purple hue. “Let’s repair to your cave, Audrey. If it will make you more comfortable, Marcel could join us!”

I knew Marcel had been chatting up a blonde mermaid named Gwyneth, so I told him I was fine and that I’d see him after I returned.

Percy was everything that the besties had promised. His ability to make his tentacles vibrate in my various orifices was magical, and when he managed to insert two of them into each of my openings while using the other two to hold me, it was a feat of contortionism I couldn’t have imagined in my wildest dreams.

After we had both had all the fun we could for the time being, we lay on my bed and chatted. I learned that Percy had a P.H.D. from an underseas university and that he knew more about humans than I did. They had been the subject of his doctoral thesis.

The party went on for hours – not that time was a reality under the sea. I ended up falling asleep in Marcel’s strong arms, cuddled on one of the sponge couches. When I woke up, there was a strange beeping noise nearby. I had trouble opening my eyes and thought about how very tired I was.

“Marcel?’ I groaned. “What’s that noise?”

“Welcome back, Audrey. Now, take your time, and try to relax. You’ve been unconscious for almost two weeks.”

The voice sounded like Marcel, but what did he mean? I’d just snoozed off for a little bit as the party was winding down.

I slowly opened my eyes and looked up at a man in a white doctor’s coat. He smiled at me, and I realized he looked a lot like Marcel, but without the glittery scales.

“What happened? Why...”

Then, it hit me: I wasn’t under the sea in a beautiful palace. I was in a... hospital!

“Don’t try to talk. You were in a serious accident,” said the doctor. “We thought we’d lost you a few times, but you’re doing much better, and I believe you’re out of the woods.”

“Is Derrick...” The details leading up to the accident rushed back into my brain.

The doctor who looked like Marcel held my hand – the one that didn’t have a needle implanted in it – and sat on the edge of my bed. “I’m afraid your husband didn’t make it, Audrey. I’m so sorry.”

I looked him in the eye. “We were on our way to sign divorce papers. I’m sorry he’s dead, but not that much, if you know what I mean.”

“I do,” said the doctor. “Now, you broke your leg and had a very severe concussion. You also cracked three ribs and your fifth cervical vertebra. You need to stay here for a couple more days, and then you’re going to need a lot of PT. But you will be fine.”

I thought about my time under the sea – and on the beach – and all the amazing sex I’d had. Was it really a dream? Did I really copulate with a merman, a dolphin, a pirate, a seahorse and an octopus?

I couldn’t help noticing that Dr. Looks-like-Marcel was still holding my hand.

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