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Subject: {ASSM} "Waves of Passion" by Kathmandu (MF, rom, scifi, underwater)
Date: Sat, 11 Jan 2003 20:10:03 -0500
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Notice: This is a work of fiction copyright (C) David White 2001 aka
Kathmandu. Distribution or redistribution is strictly prohibited and only
with written permission from the author. This is an adult story meant for
those over 18 only, it has some rather intense scenes and graphic sex.

By David White (C) 2001



Waves of Passion or Happiness is the Best Revenge



The boat was sinking and there wasn't much of anything I could do about it.
The engine was out and the compartment flooded fairly quickly. The water
was coming from a leak in the water jacket surrounding the exhaust manifold
and the idiotic builder neglected to put any sort of valve to shut off the
engine cooling water. The intake was in the bottom of the boat and the
resulting spray got into the electrical panel and the salt water destroyed
most of the connections in the box resulting in a lot of shorting out and
burning. The shorting blew up the batteries so there was no way to power
anything. It took out the bilge pump, radio and everything else; I was dead
in the water. Needless to say, I was in trouble.

I frantically looked around and discovered the only life raft on board was
dry rotted and useless which left only life jackets. Joy. I located a
cold-water survival suit in the locker with the life jackets but found it
was useless as well; someone had cut the feet out. "Gloria, you bitch." I
yelled to the cold gray sky. "Why didn't you just put a bullet in my brain,
why make me suffer like this, damn it." It was her style though, suffering.
I hope she enjoys the insurance money; god knows I won't enjoy getting it
for her.

The boat was a rental, it looked relatively new above decks but a quick
look in the engine compartment once the flooding started confirmed this was
a hulk with a nice paint job. I rented her for a weekend of fishing with a
buddy of mine who lives across the bay. Mike and I did this maybe three or
four times a year to get away from the daily grind and our wives (or soon
to be ex-wife in my case) I would usually motor across the bay and pick him
up then head out to the straights and fish for Spanish or grouper out on
the jetties. The damned boat sprung a leak halfway across the bay. Rigged
to sink most likely, the odds of this happening by accident were
astronomical. The marina gets the insurance money for the boat; Gloria gets
the life insurance policy cashed in. Nice how that works out, nice and
neat, all I have to do is cooperate and die. They will get their wish
pretty soon apparently, the water was over the main deck and rushing into
the engine compartment hatch. Oh, did I mention the life jackets were
useless too? Didn't really matter, the water temperature was around
thirty-five or so. I'll last maybe thirty seconds in the ice-cold Atlantic
anyway. Hopefully I will pass out before I drown. The thought of drowning
really bothered me, I can't think of a worse way to go. Well, except maybe
freezing to death in the open sea. Yeah, I think I was having a really bad
day.

The stern went under and the bow stood on end as I scrambled up the tilting
deck to stay out of the water as long as possible. From my high vantage
point, I noticed something swimming near the boat. Probably a shark. Good,
I wouldn't want to linger any longer than necessary. Probably my wife's
attorney trying to get me to sign some papers before I drown. It would be
my luck and her style. I watched the dark form swim around the hull a few
times then swam away.

As the hull flooded, the bow settled back down and I scrambled up to the
flying bridge. Soon the boat listed to port and slowly went under. The
water came up to my foot and as soon as the cold water hit it, I screamed.
It felt like fire, it was so cold. I lost it then, I began crying for help,
panicking really. I had crawled as far as I could go, sitting on the radar
mast when the water rushed up and covered me. I tried to swim away but the
cold water just paralyzed me. I couldn't do much but let the suction
created by the sinking boat carry me under. I held my breath and a few
seconds later the suction broke and I popped back to the surface. I was
shivering so hard I could hardly draw a breath. I treaded water as best I
could but the cold and the weight of my clothing was making it a losing
battle. Panic had a hold of me as I struggled to remain on the surface, my
arms flailing madly, searching for salvation. Each time I bobbed to the
surface I spent less and less time there. It was hopeless. I flailed weakly
to the surface one last time and drew a ragged breath before exhaustion set
in and my leaden arms refused to do more than drift in the current above me
as I sank into the depths. I felt the horror of death at that point,
knowing I would never see the surface again.

My breath grew stale in my lungs as the surface receded. I was so tired and
terribly cold, the feeling I was suffocating grew to overwhelm me. That's
when I saw a shape swim in front of me. Probably the shark, looking for
dinner. A new surge of adrenaline caused me to try to swim away but hell,
what was the point? My arms were numb and wouldn't respond and I could only
flail with my feet. I started losing the air in my lungs as the urge to
breathe hit me hard and my diaphragm began convulsing, forcing me to
breathe anything. The body knows it will die for certain if it doesn't get
oxygen so it takes a chance since it really has nothing to lose. My burning
lungs were forcing me to breathe in the cold Atlantic and I fought it as
long as I could. I realized the shape still hovered before me as I drowned.
It was dark and blurry so I couldn't see what it was. Didn't matter, it
didn't seem to be in any hurry to save me so I didn't care. The air in my
lungs was almost gone; I couldn't fight it any longer and resigned to my
fate, I sucked in a breath of seawater into my tortured lungs. It burned as
it flowed into me, and I coughed, expelling any air that might have been
left in a cloud of fine bubbles. I drew in another breath and the feeling I
was suffocating eased and I felt better. Drowning didn't seem quite so
terrible then as the water washed away the carbon dioxide build up. Of
course there was no oxygen so the spiral towards death had begun as I began
gasping in the water, desperate for oxygen. I could feel foam forming deep
in my lungs caused by mixing mucus, water and blood plasma. My sight began
to dim as my arms instinctively reached out, searching for something,
anything to save myself. I felt the shape swim next to me just as I lost
consciousness, I felt it sting me in the chest. It hurt but I was beyond
caring.

That is, for about five heartbeats or so. I then suddenly sprang
wide-awake. I really couldn't move much but I was conscious and wondering
what the hell. I looked around and realized I was still deep under the sea,
maybe thirty feet down and sinking rapidly. I then realized I was breathing
seawater, the numbness and foam easing with every breath. "Cool dream," I
thought as I drifted rather quickly toward the bottom. Not surprising since
I had no buoyancy at all with my flooded lungs and waterlogged clothing.
That reminded me and I looked down at my chest and saw the shirt was ripped
and a puncture mark was leaking a small amount of blood into the
surrounding sea. I couldn't tell much more since it was getting darker and
my vision was blurry. The wound appeared to be right above my heart.
Strangely, there was no pain. I realized then that I wasn't cold either.
Odd.

I tried to move and found my arms and legs, although responsive, were slow
and felt leaden. I looked up at the receding surface and noticed the shape
I had seen earlier swimming lazily above me. I was glad I wasn't cold and
the pain had eased, the fact I was still alive was a plus too I suppose but
the idea of all this in preparation to being eaten muted any joy I might
have felt at the time. I was still sinking too. I moved my arms again and
found I could flail around a bit so I tried to slow my decent. I tried to
swim and found I had some success. I stopped my downward plunge and started
swimming for the surface.

I didn't concern myself with the large shape that seemed to be following
me. I was totally at it's mercy so what else could I do? Maybe I could
reach the surface before this poison wore off or started working the way it
was supposed to. I swam slowly but steadily, approaching the swimming hulk
that was my companion in this odd situation. I watched it as best I could
but it swam in an out of my field of vision. I was actually doing rather
well and I was perhaps 20 feet from the surface when I felt a presence
behind me. I was afraid and tried to swim faster to the surface.

"If you fear a predator in the sea, human, the bottom is much safer. It has
many more places to hide, they cannot swim under you and the darkness can
make it harder for them. Don't worry, if I intended to eat of your flesh,
you would be a delightful fullness in my belly as we speak."

I froze; the voice seemed to come from everywhere at once. I turned around
and saw the source of the mysterious voice. It was the shape that had been
hanging around since the sinking. It wasn't very far away but I still
couldn't see what it was other than a streamlined shape with a tail. I
tried to talk but nothing came out, just water rushing out of my mouth.

"Move just your lips human, I can read them well enough. You have no air to
speak with."

I tried just moving my lips, mouthing out the words, "What has happened?
What did you do to me?"

"I don't need to read your lips for this one. My name translates to Faith
in English, I am a Makurie and I just saved your life. I have venom that
does things to humans that allow them to live in the sea. In time you will
adapt."

"I...I don't understand. Adapt? You mean I will turn into a fish..."

"No, you will adapt but you will remain essentially human. The biggest
change has already occurred, you can breathe water and not die. Soon your
eyes will focus and you will form webbing on your hands and fins will form
from your feet."

"Why? Why did you do this?" I squinted at this thing called Faith but
couldn't really see much. All I could think of was bad horror movies and
rubber suit monsters. "Am I supposed to be your slave or something?"

"No, you do not understand. You are not a slave. To tell the truth, since I
performed the 'hisoko' I am forever responsible for you and I am bound by
ancient law to make sure you are able to provide for and defend yourself.
You will always be dependant on myself or another of my kind, but we will
always provide as best we can. I am, in a way, your servant. I chose not to
see it that way though."

"How do you see the situation then?" I said, moving my lips as I drifted
downward again.

"We consider it a situation of mutual benefit really. You have a second
chance at life and we receive companionship. It is lonely in the sea at
times."

"I'm a pet then." A look of apprehension must have showed on my face
because Faith swam away. Damn, I wish I could see what "Faith" looked like.

"No, not a pet, though I could see you thinking that. I hope you choose to
stay with me, for a while at least. There are others who would give
anything to have you as a "hisokurie" or companion. Humans surviving to
become hisokurie are very rare, few fall into the sea near one of us and
the timing is very close. I must strike at the moment of drowning but
before the heart stops. Before and the venom kills, after is a waste. The
surest way is to drag a human underwater and have them drown in your arms
so you know the exact moment. It also guarantees the hisokurie will have a
very bad attitude so it is rarely done. I considered doing it if you stayed
on the surface since the cold would surely kill you before you actually
drowned but you sank quickly instead."

"Yeah, lucky me," I thought to myself. "So, I am becoming some sort of
gill-man, that sounds really strange, will I be able to return to the
surface?" I asked Faith, guessing the answer but I wanted to hear it from
"Faith." I hesitate to call Faith a she since I had no way of knowing,
sounded female though.

"The surface is some place you can only spend a short time. Air is not
instantly fatal like water was to you; you can breathe it well enough for a
short time but when your lungs dry out, you start becoming oxygen starved
and you will eventually die a slow death. It is not anything to be
concerned about, you will have no need to return to the surface again."

"But what about my life, I have a job, a mortgage and."

"Which all ended when that boat sank and your lungs filled with cold
Atlantic seawater. You will no longer be able to walk on land before long
and if you did return to your home, you would have to live in a tank or
pool. Doesn't sound very fun to me."

"No way to reverse the venom I take it?"

"No, I'm afraid not. It's not a bad life, you will come to find it as rich
and interesting as the one you left, perhaps more so."

"I will have to take your word for it, I guess. Why can't I see you? You
keep moving too much. Another thing, why haven't you asked my name, you
told me yours."

"Simple really, there is a bond that forms between a hisokurie and their
Makurie, it is hard to explain. This bond will last as long as you are with
me. You are, unfortunately, not hisokurie yet and it is possible you could
die before it is done. If you die with that bond in place, it will cause me
a great deal of distress. I save myself pain by waiting. I will not despair
your death if you are not yet hisokurie. I will not mourn a stranger."

"You bond with a hisokurie and it's death causes you distress?
Interesting."

"It is quite possible that I could follow you into the silt if you were to
die as a hisokurie fully bonded to me."

"'Follow me into the silt?' What do you mean?"

"I means I would die or there is a good chance that I could, that is why I
will always try to insure your continued good health. Makes sure I don't
abandon you to the sea I suppose."

"Then why do it? Seems awful risky. Your existence tied to another."

"It has its benefits, besides it is a very powerful drive to have an
hisokurie."

"OK, so how long before I become hisokurie?" I looked around at the vast,
dark sea and said, "I feel sort of exposed just floating here, is there
someplace we can go?"

"We can see where your boat landed and seek shelter there until the change
is done. It should be complete in a few hours. Just let yourself sink,
there is nothing near that will hurt you."

I stopped sculling and I resumed my plunge to the bottom. I suddenly felt
pain in first my left then my right foot. I reached down and pulled off my
shoes and socks, letting them drift away. Fins forming from what were my
toes caused the pain. I couldn't see them but I could feel the ridges and
webbing as they formed. I also ditched my jacket; I didn't need it any
more. "Am I cold blooded now like a fish? I don't feel the cold anymore," I
asked as I pulled off my jacket. I didn't hear anything. I waved my arms to
get Faith's attention, probably not looking at my lips.

"I was distracted, what did you say?"

"Am I cold blooded now like a fish? I don't feel the cold anymore,"

"No, you are not a fish. Fish are cold, stupid things. They are good for
food though. You are like me, a water breathing mammal. You don't feel the
cold because your body is metabolizing fat into warmth and oxygen until
your skin changes and your gills develop properly. The venom dulls the
sense of pain while this happens so you do not suffer. Many die because
they run out of fat to metabolize or the brain is damaged because oxygen
isn't made fast enough. You are well past that point I think."

"So, what will my skin be like? Scales?"

"No, it will be very much like a dolphin's. Don't worry, it will feel very
natural to you."

"I'm turning into some sort of circus freak show and the ringmaster tells
me not to worry about it."

"I don't understand some of your words but I think I know what you mean.
This is not a bad thing, human. I did not cause your boat to sink, nor did
I drown you. I did save your life though it is vastly different from what
it once was but you still live. If it is that awful, I can kill you now so
you may continue the short path to your destiny. I can place your body just
about where it would have settled if I had not interfered. You can quietly
decompose and I can continue on my way."

Faith's words shocked me into silence. I thought about it a second or two
then said, "Well, perhaps when you put it that way, gills and flippers
don't seem so bad. I'm sorry, I don't mean to sound ungrateful."

"I am not offended, I merely tell you the truth. You are not the first
human who has tasted my venom and I have had similar conversations in the
past. I have even killed a human who preferred death to life in the sea.
She was insane I think, kept crying out for her god. It took a long time
for me to get over that. Slow your decent, we are close to the bottom"

I kicked a little with my newly formed fins and held my arms out killing my
decent. I noticed the webbing on my hands then; they gave me a lot more
power when I used my hands to swim. I wished I could see more than a dull
bluish glow from the surface. I guessed we were a couple of hundred feet
underwater. I felt the bottom brush up against my fins. It was scary let me
tell you. I was really glad Faith was there. I felt something brush my
right hand and I jumped.

"Sorry, hisokurie. It is only me, take hold of my flipper and I will guide
you to your boat, we can rest there." I did and Faith slowly towed me to
the wreck. "The boat is on its side. There is an opening near the middle of
the cabin? House? I think cabin is right. Anyway, I am taking you there.
Take it slow and easy." It was dark but I could make out a shape near us
then soon the water turned black and I felt my right fin brush against the
deck. I could tell we were inside because the nature of the sounds around
us changed. It was pitch dark. "Can you see anything in this murk?"
Silence... I guess not. I waved my hands. Still nothing. Frustrated, I
tried to think of some way to communicate when a click came from somewhere
deep in my chest. Odd, I tried to do it again and I managed a croak.

"Ah, I see you are almost done with the change. You now have an air bladder
and you will soon be able to speak again. Keep trying, it will come to
you."

"Grroak... arooooocc.....blaaaath." I sounded like a whoopee cushion in a
bathtub. I kept trying for a few minutes until finally I made the discovery
I wasn't using my lungs or mouth to talk, but something else, "Heeey Iiiii
cccaaaan talllk. Wooow, I cccan talk uunderwaterrr."I was smiling like an
idiot then.

"You have been talking almost nonstop since you fell in. Sigh, I suppose I
will not have any peace now that you can make noise."

"Wwass that humor? You tttttrying to be fuunny?" I couldn't help but laugh,
which actually sounded like I was drowning all over again. So far she had
been as much fun as a root canal, her joke was a surprise. She laughed
along with me. For some reason that made me feel a whole lot better about
this new life. "Can you see anything in this murk?" I asked again with my
new voice.

"I can see well enough, it is dark though. It will be night soon and it
will be hard for me to see as well. I have other senses so it will not
bother me much but I still prefer a nice, cozy place to spend the night.
This fits the bill nicely."

"Will I be able to see in this? Seems awfully dark."

"It depends, I cannot predict how well your eyes will adapt. Others would
have. Are you afraid?"

"Not as much as I should in this situation I suppose, although I can't help
being apprehensive. I'm at the bottom of the ocean with a creature I cannot
see, my body changing into who knows what."

"I do not wish for you to be afraid, I am here to protect you and there is
nothing that can hurt you here. The danger of your transformation is mostly
behind you. Your ancestors lived in the sea long ago and your body will
remember." I felt something touch my hand then and I realized it was Faith.
It felt like a hand and as it enveloped my own, Faith squeezed it slightly.
The skin felt smooth, warm and slightly rubbery, not unpleasant, just
different. I felt somewhat reassured then, contact made the situation a
little more real and a little less frightening. I then felt my hand touch
something else, perhaps an arm. Again it felt smooth and somewhat softer
than the hand. I ran my fingers over the skin, delighting in it's texture.
I couldn't help but wonder if my skin would feel like that eventually.

"I really would like to see what my savior looks like," I said as my hand
explored this creature. "Oh, wait, maybe this will help." I reached over
and pressed the light button on my watch, creating a faint dull blue-green
glow. My vision was sharp and I could read the numbers on my Casio "G
Shock" watch easily. "I never expected to need the 200-meter waterproofing,
but it may come in real handy now." I twisted my wrist and the glow filled
the cabin, it seemed far brighter than I remembered. My eyes must have
changed significantly. The moment I turned it on, I heard Faith utter a
squeak and I caught sight of a shape moving away. "Faith?"

"Don't look at me... Please!"

"Why? My vision is better now; I can see what you look like. It's just my
watch, it lights up, see?" I pressed the button again and the green glow
lit up the cabin again. I could see Faith's tail fins but the rest was
curled up in a ball. "What's wrong?"

"Please... turn it off. I beg you."

"What's going on? Why won't you let me see you?" I let the light fade away
and moved a little closer to Faith, "Does it have something to do with the
bond you talked about?"

"No... I mean yes. I... I'm sorry, I lied about the bond. It started as
soon as I injected you. I... don't want you to see me... I was hoping you
would come to like me before... before..."

"Before what? What is going on? I don't understand."

"I..." the sound of defeat permeated Faith's voice, "I might as well tell
you. I doubt you will let this drop until I do. Hisokurie, I am not human,
as you can guess. I was born a Makurie. Our ancestors were the Maku, and
they were a very old race that swam the oceans before humans were standing
upright. Somehow, long ago, humans left the trees and savannas to live near
and in the sea. Our ancestors lived very near each other in the sea and
soon we both discovered the other. Your kind forever tied to air, mine tied
to the sea but we were attracted to each other and sought companionship.
During that time, humans changed so you could spend more time in the sea,
you lost your fur, your nose turned down to keep water out. Humans had
webbing on their hands like you do now and your toes were longer and webbed
too. Time passed and our two peoples did interact and eventually we became
intertwined. You changed us much more than you changed yourselves. Our
natural venom was the key. At first it was discovered our venom would relax
a human enough to allow them to remain underwater much longer if given a
very small amount. The venom changed humans over many generations though,
it eventually allowed us to take each other as mates and we could even have
offspring. These Makurie hybrids eventually overran the Maku and we Makurie
replaced them. We were smarter and we had hands where they had fins but we
Makurie have the disadvantage of needing humans to reproduce. This was not
a problem until the sea grew too cold and salty for you. Your ancestors
left their ocean home to live on land. From that time humans forgot about
us and adapted a life on land. Thankfully, humans still live near the sea
and travel on it and tend to fall in often, allowing us to still reproduce.
The venom allowed humans to fully adapt to life in the sea but it has to be
given at just the right moment to work. Once adapted, they can live among
and breed with us."

"Ummm. I think I know where this is leading; you planned to have me as your
mate? So why do you hide from me?"

"I. I am ugly, hisokurie. For a Makurie I am hideous. Humans seem to find
me repulsive as well. I have made several hisokurie in my lifetime and all
have left for others who are a bit easier on the eyes. One preferred death.
I was hoping. I was hoping to seduce you before you saw how ugly I was. I'm
sorry."

"My god, you know I would have seen you before too long and who knows how I
might have reacted."

"It was a risk I needed to take, I want children. My people need children,
there are so few of us now."

"Still, it is not right to do that to someone. Besides, there is only a
small chance you could become pregnant from only one try... er it is with
humans anyway."

"It is the same with us, I was taking the chance. Once is better than none,
hisokurie."

I thought about this for a while. Here I was at the bottom of the Atlantic
with some unknown creature that I assume is female who wants me to father
her children. Better yet, she is so ugly she felt she needed to trick me
into having sex with her. I have no idea what she looks like but
indications are she looks a lot like my wife. My almost ex-wife that is...
what the hell, my widow. Not like I am coming back from the dead or
anything apparently. She had my curiosity though, I really wanted to see
what my watery savior looked like. The way she talked, I figured her to
look like a manatee with arms, a squid faced elephant seal or who knows
what. (I have an active imagination, so sue me) "Well, you know I won't
rest now until I see you, right?"

She sighed, "I am not surprised, go ahead then." She uncurled as I pressed
the button again. The first thing I saw was her tail. The skin was smooth
and it ended in a single flipper something like a dolphin I suppose, I
didn't really know. My knowledge of dolphins started and ended with reruns
of "Flipper." There was no way to tell the color since everything was green
from the watch light. The tail looked muscular and powerful. I shined the
meager glow up her body. About halfway, the light died. I fumbled a second
or two then pressed it again. I brought the light to her midsection and
continued up. I realized her tail merged into what could only be called a
very shapely woman's waist. Oddly, I didn't see any sign of her sex organs.
The way she was turned I could see she had a very human looking stomach
with an innie belly button. I then shinned the tiny light up and its glow
caught her breasts. They were very human like though not very large with
nipples but no alveoli. I could then see her shoulders and one of her arms.
They seemed human enough except there was some sort of ridge of smooth
flesh that ran along her arm extending past her elbow. I couldn't tell what
it was for until she folded her arm against her ribs and it formed a fin. I
gasped in wonder at the elegance of its form. Her hands were very human
like and lacked webbing. I brought the light back up and went to her face.
As I moved the light, I discovered she had very long hair that formed a
cloud around her head. My god, she is a mermaid!

So far, Faith had turned out to be rather easy on the eyes I suppose for a
mermaid. Not that I had much in the way of previous examples to compare her
to, but she was a far cry from the monster I had her figured for. The
dolphin-like tail was surprising since every picture I had seen always
showed a scaled, fish like appendage with a fish's fin. I brought the light
to her face but all I could see was hair. I reached out and brushed it out
of the way a little and then I could see her face.

I could tell she had been beautiful once, but now her face bore a long scar
that ran from her left temple across her left eye over her nose and ended
just below her right jaw. The scar was maybe a quarter inch wide and was
very prominent on the delicate features of her face. She had a slightly
Asian cast to her eyes and her lips were full and sensual. Her hair drifted
some and I noticed the top half of her left ear was missing.

I couldn't help thinking there had to be something else. I mean, yeah, the
scar was pretty bad but not revolting. In fact, it gave an exotic bit of
character to a perhaps a too perfect face. I turned off the light. "My name
is Duncan in case you wanted to know."

"Awful, isn't it Duncan? My first try at making a hisokurie I'm afraid. A
cable from a sinking ship struck me as I tried to save a crewman. I was
knocked unconscious by it. The pain was unbearable, I couldn't swim very
well and I was blind in one eye, I thought I had lost it until the swelling
went down. I didn't save anyone that day."

"I don't know, it doesn't look that bad to me. I expected something far
worse to tell the truth. I can't imagine others would be that repulsed by
it."

"When we meet up with other Makurie, then tell me that. You don't
understand the position you hold now. You are a very rare and you will have
your pick among all of us. You are vital to our survival and we all want
children. You will be surrounded by the best of us, all vying for your
favor. I am actually violating a very ancient law by not bringing you
directly to the Gathering. Since night is closing and I have a
responsibility for your safety, I can delay until morning in this case. I
had hoped... "

"You hoped you could seduce me before presenting me to be sold in the
market. I don't think I really care for this whole deal here at all. I'm
supposed to be some sort of breeding stock to be auctioned off to the
highest bidder. I..."

"Duncan, you don't understand. There is no money or auctions, no slavery.
You are very much like a prince among us, not like a slave or a thing to
sell. You will have your choice among all of us. You will see when we get
to the Gathering."

"Ok, so you say I am not a slave nor a prisoner, then what would happen if
I said I did not want to go to the whatever... Gathering? If you say I am
free then why must I go there?"

"You will get hungry before too long and that is where your food can be
found, you will have to go eventually. You can't eat just anything swimming
by. You need special food to survive and it must be brought in from many
places. This makes you dependant upon us to provide for you. Not to worry,
wherever there is a Gathering, there will be food for the hisokurie in the
area. Gatherings are permanent places where we Makurie meet to trade and
visit with each other, find mates and maybe entice a hisokurie."

"Sounds like a human town. You said, 'find mates,' I thought you said you
could only have children with hisokurie? Are there mermen?"

She laughed, "Yes, Duncan, there are male Makurie, we just can't have
children without you. I had a mate before the accident but he is swimming
with another now."

"I'm sorry to hear that." I said

"I'm not, he was a umm. what's the word? Oh yes, a jerk. He was a jerk. I
ran him off."

"Oh," I said, not really knowing what to say to that.

I brooded for a while, taking this all in and trying to sort things out.
Apparently life was going to be rather interesting to say the least. That's
when it really dawned on me, they were expecting me to have sex. A lot of
sex, with a lot of different partners. This made me nervous, they were
expecting me to father a lot of children and I wasn't a young man anymore.
I was in my mid forties and sex wasn't that big an issue in my life with my
work and with Gloria turning my life into a living hell. We hadn't slept
together for over a year and I wasn't the kind of guy to run around on his
wife.

I seem to have fallen into some sort of adolescent sexual fantasy complete
with nubile mermaids fighting for me. The problem was I wasn't an
adolescent anymore. Talk about performance anxiety. I don't even know if I
want to have sex with these umm, people? Can I have sex with them is a
better question. What will happen if I can't? Will they let me starve? I
worked up the courage to ask Faith after awhile.

"Your people.. they want, I mean they expect me too. and I'm not a young
man anymore, what if.?

She giggled at that, although it sounded more like she was passing gas than
a laugh. "Duncan, it isn't a problem, the whole purpose of the venom is to
allow you to breed with us, but it doesn't force you to. The desire will
come or it will not, there is no forcing. Doesn't mean the females won't
try to entice you though. We have no real way of choosing a hisokurie, we
can only make them when the opportunity arises. I have saved females in the
past, even though they are infertile under the sea, simply out of
compassion. There are hisokurie who are not interested in females Duncan,
but we honor and provide for them just the same. You have nothing to worry
about, you have knowledge and skills which can be just as important as
providing children to us. You need to rest now, we will talk more in the
morning."

I felt a bit better after that, the pressure being off, so to speak. I
drifted inside the cabin, eventually finding myself a corner where I
settled in and wedged myself so I wouldn't float away. With all that had
happened, I really doubted I would sleep at all but soon I was sound
asleep.

I awoke a few hours later to a full bladder. It was funny, waking up inside
the sunken boat in total darkness and breathing water seemed perfectly
natural and I didn't even think about it really. What I did think about was
taking a pee. I was tempted to just let go there but then I would end up
breathing it and so would Faith, I think that would have been rude if not
utterly disgusting so I got up and hit the button on my watch. I saw Faith
floating there in the middle of the cabin, obviously asleep. Every now and
again her tail would slowly move or her hand would gently sway in the
water. Watching her for a moment I realized she was keeping herself in one
spot with these movements, even as she slept.

I looked around the cabin and found the hatch leading outside. I swam out
into the dark blue ocean. It was dark but not nearly as dark as it was when
I fell asleep, my eyes must have changed more as I slept. I moved away from
the entrance a bit and tried to unzip my pants but the damned things were
stuck. Not surprising since salt water was really hard on some metals. I
unbuttoned my pants then and wiggled them down so I could take a whiz and
not have urine trapped in them. I figured it was good enough and let it go.
I felt it leave my bladder and travel down the urethra to the tip of my
penis and then it all came to a crashing, teeth jarring halt. I doubled
over from the sudden sensation and swore silently. I reached down to my
penis to pull back the foreskin or whatever to let nature take its course.
Imagine my surprise when I reached down and my penis wasn't there. I did
feel a vertical slit where Mr. Happy used to be though and was struck by
the thought I was now a water breathing female something. Ok, I can deal
with that little problem later, but right then I really needed to pee, bad.
I could feel my bladder stretching and the pain was unbearable. I called
out to Faith as I tried to feel around to figure out how to go to the
bathroom before by bladder burst. I cried out Faith's name again as loud as
I could, doubling over again in terrible pain.

Moments later I felt Faith grab my shoulders with her arm, "What's wrong
Duncan?" she asked, her unearthly voice contained concern and maybe just a
little fear.

All thoughts of modesty evaporated long before then, I said, "My dick, it's
gone. I can't pee and my bladder is about to burst!"

She instantly used her hands to force my legs to uncurl and then began
feeling my groin area with her fingers then found a very sensitive spot and
pushed hard causing something to shift. She then put her fingers into the
slit and pulled down. Suddenly my erect penis appeared from the slit and
Faith let go and moved away. The moment it came free I was suddenly able to
pee, and pee I did. I think the level of the ocean rose an inch or two from
the volume I was letting mix with the sea.


As my bladder drained, I asked, "What the hell happened and what did you
do? And ah.thanks."

"I'm sorry Duncan, I should have told you about that but being female, I
didn't think about it. You apparently had an erection in your sleep that
stayed inside. Normally it isn't a problem; the skin is loose enough inside
the umm. pocket to allow for that but you can't urinate with it in such a
position so you have to pull yourself out. Everything is the same as it was
Duncan, it is just protected inside you now." In the dim light I could see
her looking at my erection with an expression of lust combined with a
wistful longing. She suddenly turned in the water and said, "Now that you
know what is going on, I'm sure you will not have any further problems."
She gave a small flick of her tail and swam back to the cabin.

I looked down at my erection and muttered to myself, "Ya know, you have
always been more trouble than you are worth" while I examined my modified
privates. I noticed my pubic hair was gone and I could see where the slit
parted, allowing my erection to protrude outward into the cool water around
me. I poked and prodded and realized there was indeed a sort of pocket in
my abdomen where I could fit. I also noticed the middle age pudge I had
spend a lot of time at the gym to get rid of was completely gone, I could
feel the washboard stomach I had always wanted but never could quite get.
She wasn't kidding about my body burning fat, I was cut like an athlete
now. Carefully bending my erection I found it would slip back into the
pocket easily enough. I then reached inside the slit and pulled it out
again. She was right, now that I knew what was going on, it was no problem
at all. I tucked Mr. Happy back in and pulled my pants back on.


I drifted back into the cabin, noticing I could almost see in the darkness.
Faith was curled up in the far corner of the wrecked cabin. I was about to
return to my little nook but thought better of it. I looked at Faith
instead. I could see she had her hands over her face, curled into a ball. I
didn't have to be Makurie to know she was upset. "Faith," I said as I
reached out and stroked her shoulder. She curled up a little tighter,
"Please talk to me."

"What do you want Duncan? I know I'm not desirable to you, I accept that. I
have lived with my scars for years and I should be used to it by now. It
still hurts though. Leave me alone Duncan and go get some sleep."


"Faith, listen to me. I never said you were ugly. I bet neither has anyone
else, have they? You think they are just being polite but you know they
think it's horrible don't you?" I reached over and pulled her hands away
from her face, "The people you have turned to hisokurie haven't left you
for another because of your scars, you drove them away didn't you? Couldn't
stand the thought of them pitying you, looking in horror at your ruined
face. You say it happened while trying to save lives, well if it were me, I
would wear it as a badge of honor and dare anyone to say anything about
it." I cupped my hand against her cheek and moved her head so she would
look at me. I could see her plainly, almost as well as if it were morning.
"If you let someone get close to you, they stop seeing the scars and only
see the person you are. No one goes through life without scars, Faith, the
trick is living with them." Yeah, I know I sounded like a trashy romance
novel and all that was missing was me wiping away her tears but, hell, it
was the truth. I had seen this sort of thing before. "People back home,
usually kids, would pierce themselves, get tattoos and cut their hair all
sorts of weird ways. They did it, not to look like freaks but so that they
looked different. They want to stand out, not be like everybody else.
Surprisingly, it can actually be attractive if worn with confidence, makes
them seem exotic, different and even sexy. I bet if you let yourself, you
could be one of the most desirable of the Makurie." I moved in closer, "I
know I do." I used both hands and guided her face to my lips. I gently
kissed her scar, first brushing my lips on her nose then worked my way
across her cheek then down to her lips. I pulled back and looked into her
eyes. I could see the pain dissolving into confusion and then joy.
Honestly, I did find her attractive but I have to admit, the fact I had an
erection was the real turn on. It didn't happen very often anymore and by
god, I wasn't letting it go to waste. Good thing Faith was there because a
passing dolphin would have been in trouble.

I again drew her to me and kissed her on the lips, chaste at first then
adding passion as we soon lost ourselves to the moment, our tongues mixing
and swirling with each other and our hands explored. I was pleased to
discover no big surprises above her waist line except for her arms, she was
as human as the girl in the back seat of my Dad's '68 Chevy who later
became my wife. We broke the kiss and my lips drifted down her throat,
kissing lightly and swishing water over her skin. She moaned as I moved
between her slight breasts. I took the left nipple into my mouth and sucked
and nipped gently. She huddled and pressed my head to her breast, another
gurgly moan escaped as I lavished her. Her tail would make small movements,
keeping us in one spot as I explored her body with my mouth. I moved from
her breasts down the line of her belly, stopping briefly at her belly
button. I swirled my tongue around it a few times, feeling it tense as I
tickled her.

Now let me interrupt the sex scene a moment to explain a few things. I was
having a really good time giving her the tongue bath and we all know where
this was heading. I was doing this for two reasons, one was the obvious
foreplay, the other was the fact I had absolutely no idea how to go about
having sex with a mermaid. With a woman, the vaginal opening is directly
between the legs and points strait down when she stands. Since Faith was a
mermaid, the whole arrangement was a mystery. Hell, I didn't even know if
it was in the front or back. Years ago during my first sexual encounter, I
was pretty clueless back then but I did at least have a pretty good notion
as to where it was located. I was flying blind here.

I continued down, licking and nibbling, my hands gliding down her back
keeping me from floating away and marveling at the smoothness of her skin.
I felt her narrowing waist and gloried in the curves of her hips even if
her tail lacked the cleft cheeks of a proper ass. I rubbed and tickled as I
went, looking for any sign of her sex. Her backside was well muscled and
devoid of anything that marred the smooth streamlined shape of her tail.
That left the front side which made better sense anyway. I brought my hand
around to her front and began rubbing gently as I went, looking for some
indication. I think Faith figured out what was going on and brought her
tail up and pressed it against my abdomen then gently guided my head to
where she most wanted my attentions.


The location was a little lower than what I expected but not much. The
remarkable thing was it was almost completely hidden. I felt with my tongue
and felt a tiny indention. I followed it and realized it was a slit running
vertically about 3 inches or so. I probed it with my tongue and pushed
through found several folds of flesh which I lavished with enthusiasm. She
in turn doubled over and screamed. I stopped and looked at her because she
sounded for all the world like she was in pain. My concern turned out to be
completely unfounded when she grabbed my head with both hands and pushed me
back to the task. I obliged her and returned my attentions. She began
bucking slightly as I spread open the slit with my fingers and licked and
nibbled. To my delight I found she wasn't all that different from human
except for the very outer lips. As I played with her, she began to swell
and unfold like a flower opening in spring. Her juices began flowing in
earnest and her clitoris emerged from it's hood, pulsing and throbbing in
time as I licked and sucked. Her fluids didn't wash away like a humans
would have and the taste was different, not bad, just different.

I did this for a few more minutes, letting my hands wonder. I discovered a
small bud a few inches farther down her body and felt around it. She
shuttered as I swirled my finger gently, rubbing and exploring its outer
regions for a few moments then returned to her slit. As I did this, my
tongue soon found her vaginal opening and I probed slightly, feeling the
velvety texture and her juices flowed copiously onto my mouth. I soon had
my finger there, probing and teasing at first, then thrust in and out of
her, bringing her to climax. She doubled over and shook, pressing my head
against her and her muscles gripping and milking my finger like a starving
calf. I was impressed to say the least.

As the orgasm faded, I withdrew my finger and slowly licked her a few more
times, letting her enjoy the afterglow a few moments. I then stopped and
let go of her, floating away a little. I pulled off my clothes and let them
drift away while fumbling with trying to get my penis out of its pocket. I
was so stiff I couldn't get it to bend the little bit needed to allow it to
pop out. Faith saw me and helped me out. She showed me the little trick of
pushing down at the top of the pocket which moved the penis down enough to
exit the pouch. Damn, I was going to need an instruction manual for that
stupid thing.

After I popped out, Faith rubbed her sex for a moment then grabbed my penis
with both hands and began rubbing up and down my shaft, sending electric
shocks of pleasure up my spine as her lubricant allowed her hands to slide
effortlessly and pleasurably. She then moved one hand to the base and
wiggled her finger inside the slit a little that moved and stimulated my
testicles. It was both pleasurable and a little weird since they were
inside my body now. She moved them gently from side to side as she pumped
my penis, rubbing the small jets of precum onto the tip adding to her
silkiness and bringing me closer to my own climax.

She stopped just before I lost it, letting me calm a bit before she took me
into her mouth and began a slow, methodical pumping, allowing the tip to
slide into her throat, her muscles contracting around it, squeezing and
sucking. Her tongue would swirl and lick as it moved in and out. Far sooner
than I wanted, I felt my testicles tense and I couldn't hold back any
longer. I thrust into her throat without thinking and exploded in a soul
shattering orgasm. I jetted into her and she accepted every drop greedily
as she looked up into my eyes. I felt like I had ejaculated a half-gallon
or so and I couldn't believe the intensity. Gloria was not too shabby in
the sex department, at least when she was interested in it when we were
younger but she never could do that to me. I was gasping in the water,
letting the burning pleasure flow through me as she slowly pumped, letting
the orgasm spend itself.

Presently she let me slide from her mouth, a stringy tendril of fluid
followed me as I drifted to the sandy bottom, floating languidly in the
cool water, my body spent. Laying there relaxed in the sand, recovering
from one of the most intense orgasms of my life. I closed my eyes and
thought of nothing but the memory of the supernova I had just experienced.
Later I felt something settle on me and looked to see Faith resting her
crossed arms on my chest, looking down at me with this huge smile on her
face, her eyes shining brightly. I returned the smile and said, "Wow, that
was amazing! I hope I wasn't too rough."

She giggled and said, "No Duncan, I enjoyed your ah... enthusiasm. Of
course, I can't get pregnant that way." She stuck out her tongue and licked
my nose.

"No, I suppose not. I tried not to but the flesh is weak..." I said.

"Not a problem, hisokurie. No pressure, remember? Just let things happen as
they will."

"That's fine with me." Faith settled into the sand next to me, her tail
draped over my legs. I turned slightly in the weightlessness and faced her.
I put my hand on her belly and idly ran my fingers over her. I took the
opportunity to explore the mystery that was her tail, first running my
hands down her waist then hovering briefly over her sex. I felt the warm
folds with a light touch then moved on. I reached behind her and glided my
left hand down the back side of her tail, feeling the smooth muscle and
resilient skin. I moved lower until I came to the bud I had found before. I
gently touched it, swirling around and exploring. I looked at her with a
raised eyebrow and she returned the glance.9

"There are no taboos among us Duncan, if it brings pleasure or babies, it
is accepted. I will say though that we are not as sensitive there as humans
are so we tend not to. We can try it if you like, I've never done it
myself."

"Maybe later perhaps, I was just curious. Gloria wasn't interested in it
which pretty much made me uninterested too I guess." I continued my survey
down the length of her tail, feeling her gentle curves that narrowed to her
fin. The fins themselves were horizontal in relation to her body and
reminded me of a dolphin. They were stiff and rubbery feeling, like a set
of swim fins. I found out that they were ticklish too as I ran my hands
over them, taking in their texture. I twisted them gently and turned her
over and felt the backside of her tail with both hands. I noticed a small
ridge running down it's length, apparently the extension of her spine. I
ran my hands up, feeling the muscles under the skin, seeming like coiled
wire. I noticed her tail actually started almost to the middle of her back,
the flesh melding flawlessly.


Her shoulders were muscular but not mannish, her arms had the odd ridge
that felt similar to her tail fins although not as stiff. Unfolded they
were not all that noticeable but when she put them to her side they formed
a fin sort of like a shark. Again I was struck by how beautiful the form
was, how beautiful her entire body was. I thought perhaps her
otherworldliness would be a problem but it was actually a turn on. As my
hands roamed, they eventually found themselves once again fondling her
breasts. I reached over and placed my hand behind her neck and pulled her
into a kiss once again.

As our tongues met and danced, Faith reached down and fondled my
erection... dear god, I had and erection. I looked down and sure enough I
was standing at full attention. I knew myself pretty well by now and it
usually took at least 15 to thirty minutes for me to "recharge" even when I
was young and horny and lately it could take hours. Surprised, Faith asked,
"What's the problem, Duncan?"

"I have an erection!"

She looked at it for a second then said, "It's not a problem from where I'm
swimming." as she proceeded to rub her breasts seductively.

"No, not a problem. I'm just surprised to have one again so soon."

She smiled at that, "I think you will find many surprises in your new life,
Duncan, most all of them should prove enjoyable." She swam up close and she
gently grabbed my stiff member and guided it to her warm folds. I sucked in
a sharp breath of brine as I entered her. The first sensation was her
warmth, she was almost unbearably warm at first until I grew accustomed. I
found out later that although her body temperature was the same as mine, I
was floating in 35 degree water and comfortable in it. Going from near
freezing to almost 100 was somewhat a shock bordering on pain.

We stayed coupled but motionless for a few moments, I was almost to the
point of pain and then it eased. She enfolded me in her arms, trapping me
against her body. She said quietly as the fire eased, "That is called
'jejehone pah' or 'fire and ice' in English, don't worry, it will pass
quickly. I should have warned you, I'm sorry. It is not so much a shock if
you keep yourself in the pouch until you are just about to enter. It
doesn't happen in warm water thankfully. There are those who enjoy the
feeling although to me it must be an acquired taste."

"Yeah, quite the wakeup call," I said as the sensation faded from pain to
pleasure as I began thrusting slowly, savoring the silky heat of her sex. I
slowly built up the intensity as I grew accustomed to the weightless
environment. I wrapped my legs around her tail to keep us together while
she worked to keep us in one spot, more or less. As our passions built, my
thrusts were met by her own insatiable lust. I could feel myself spurt jets
of precum occasionally, adding to her slippery juices making everything
slide like a well oiled machine. Thankfully our fluids didn't wash away
like they would have in my former existence. It was somewhat awkward at
first until I became accustomed to the weightlessness.

There wasn't too much difference between her and a human female, felt like
a silk wrapped piece of heaven as far I was concerned. There was a
difference though, since her sex was lower, it was below her pelvic area.
That meant she was a bit more flexible and I could vary the angle more than
I could with a woman. As our passions heightened, I found her breasts were
a bit more accessible so I took full advantage and teased them with my
tongue and lightly nipping and pulling at them. She moaned and thrashed in
the water so much I was afraid she would buck me off at one point. I just
held on and rode her for all I was worth.

Considering how soon it had been since I had ejaculated the first time, I
was amazed to find I was on the verge of exploding again far sooner than I
would have expected. I had never been multiorgasmic and a second round so
soon usually meant a marathon session and a sore penis on the rare
occasions it happened. That definitely wasn't the situation here because I
felt the tightening and tingling that signaled an orgasm far sooner than I
had ever felt before. I dug my heels into her sides and drove hard into her
as she also began her orgasm. Once again her muscles pulsed and milked at
my member as she climaxed much the same way she had with my finger earlier,
sending me into unbelievable ecstasy. Surge after surge of sperm jetted
from me in bursts of intense pleasure as my penis sought the deepest part
of her, locking me in the rigor of passion. The climax was like nothing I
had experienced before. At that point I decided this new life wasn't so bad
after all, especially if there was more where that came from.

Once the orgasm faded into a warm afterglow, I opened my eyes and looked at
the mermaid floating under me, our bodies still joined. I searched her face
and saw something I had never experienced during sex before and it affected
me far more than the act itself. It was Faith and the expression on her
face that made my heart skip a beat and burned an indelible mark into my
memory. It was the most beautiful expression I had ever seen on any living
being, a look of absolute bliss and satisfaction. It made Buda look like a
crotchety old man with hemorrhoids. That moment and her expression defined
the rest of my life and I promised myself I would do everything in my power
to see it again.

As I looked upon her beauty in absolute rapture, she opened her eyes and
gazed up into mine. I don't know if it was love, lust or a kidney stone but
I felt for her in a way that defies description. Her smile melted my heart
and it was almost unbearable then, I could only pull her into my arms and
hug her in an embrace that went far beyond the body; I felt I was embracing
her soul.

I kept my promise. I saw it when our first child was born, again when I
fathered a child by her closest friend a year later. I saw the bliss in her
eyes again when our daughter made her first hisokurie and our son took a
beautiful Makurie as his mate and later bring a confused and terrified
fisherman into their family and help him make the transition. Again I saw
the look when our grandchildren were born and I see it now as I tell her
with my failing watery breath that I loved her more than life itself and
our forty years together were the happiest anyone could ask for.

I did not fear the darkness that was coming, I only regretted not being
there when our great grandchild was born in a few months and I will miss
seeing Faith's smile. The cave I rested in was filled with my family and
friends, some of the children I had fathered over the years and the several
humans who shared their lives with the Makurie as I had. One of the
hisokurie was close to me, holding my hand and weeping silently. She was a
girl who had committed suicide by jumping into the sea with a chain tied
around her waist and had landed almost on top of Faith and I when she sank
into the depths almost ten years before. At first Faith was hesitant about
saving her because those who sought out death were usually too mentally
fragile to make the change to life in the sea. Faith changed her mind
though when she saw the girl was no more than twelve and covered with scars
from a lifetime of abuse. Once the venom had worked it's magic Andrea
became a part of our family and blossomed into a beautiful woman who we
considered as much our daughter as any of our other children. I told her
not to cry for me because I was the luckiest person on earth and I told her
we would meet again someday. I then asked them all to leave except for
Faith. They filed past me, some touching me or squeezing my hand as they
all told me goodbye.

I was starting to feel something I hadn't since I had dropped into the sea,
I was cold. I knew it wasn't the water but instead it was death coming for
me. Once we were alone in the grotto, Faith glided up to me and settled her
body against mine, her warmth feeling like heaven for a moment or two. She
hugged me close and held me for a long moment. She could feel my strength
slipping away. She pulled away and looked into my eyes. I reached up and
stroked her ageless face as life began flowing from my body, the coldness
of death gripped me and with every ounce of strength left in my failing
body, I asked her, "What happened to your scars? I don't see them anymore."

The end.





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http://www.cableone.net/kathmandu

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