Beware the Sirens Ch. 01

Thomas was a recent college graduate from California, a former football player and a stereotypical jock. To celebrate his lately having completed school, he was vacationing half a world away from home, on the other side of the Pacific Ocean, in Australia. At present, he was boating off the shore of Queensland's Gold Coast, living it up and partying down. He had everything that a man could ask for: drinks, tunes, and the enthusiastic company of a couple of local surfer-cuties on break from university. (In truth, Thomas didn't actually know whether they were Australians or New Zealanders; he wouldn't have been able to tell regardless, and he didn't particularly care. All he knew was, surfer-girls with accents like theirs were sexy as hell.)

Their names were Beth and Jessica. Thomas looked their way as he cracked open a beer-can, gazing appreciatively at their exposed, suntanned skin and noting how well they both filled out their cutoff shorts and string bikini-tops. Beth was the blonde; Jessica was the brunette. Beyond that, Thomas hadn't really gotten to know either of them all that well; not yet. At the moment, the girls were dancing suggestively to whatever trashy pop-music was blaring over the radio, drinks in hand. During the ride out from the boat-rental place at the marina, they had made no secret about their tittering and sharing conspiratorial whispers together as they leered at Thomas, called him a "hottie" just loud enough to be overheard, and implied that a threesome was in the cards.

And then, with a speed and suddenness that shocked all three of them, the skies darkened, and the rain began to fall. The girls panicked; they knew how dangerous a Pacific squall could be, especially to the inexperienced. Thomas wasted no time starting up the engine again and turning the board toward shore.

Then the torrents of rain came down in sideways sheets, and the winds gusted at hurricane speeds, and the waves kicked up taller than their heads, rocking the boat violently from side to side—until the vessel capsized.

As Thomas was swept away and pulled under the water, he was almost certain that he heard something strange... something otherworldly, that almost sounded like... women singing.

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When Thomas came to, he was lying on a sunny, sandy beach. His clothes were waterlogged; so was he. He choked, spat up a mouthful of saltwater, and gasped for breath. He was covered in sand and seaweed. He tried to call out, but his voice was hoarse. Then he groaned, rolled over, and felt himself all over. He was exhausted; but he didn't appear to be injured.

After several agonizingly long minutes, once he felt that he'd rested enough to regain some of his strength, Thomas sat up and tried to take stock of his surroundings. There were a few bits of debris and flotsam on the beach with him, but other than that, no sign of the boat—and no sign of either Jessica or Beth. He appeared to be on the shore of a pristine lagoon, its placid blue-green waters as still and flat as glass. And he was alone.

"Oh, good!" said a girl's voice, soprano-pitched and melodious. "You're finally awake!"

Thomas whirled about, and his voice caught in his throat. He wanted to cry out, to make some exclamation of surprise and amazement, but he couldn't. This sight was too unreal, too fantastical to believe.

There, lying next to him on the beach, was a freaking mermaid.

She was gorgeous: she had wavy red hair, piercing ocean-blue eyes, and full, pouty lips. Her naked breasts were K-cups at least, with pert, pink little nipples. Her tail was covered in shimmering fish-scales which appeared to be either silver or green, depending on the angle from which he looked at them; and at the end of it flopped a wide caudal fin, the same color as the scales. Curiously, the way the mermaid's tail moved, it didn't remind Thomas of a fish at all—she was able to bend at the waist and at the knee, despite the fact that the whole of her lower body was very clearly a single great appendage.

Briefly, he wondered whether this lovely creature before him wasn't perhaps an ordinary woman in a mermaid costume, playing some sort of prank on him, or indulging in an odd fetish. But, no: the more he studied that magnificent tail of hers, the more apparent it became that it was real. Her tail looked for all the world like a woman's pair of perfect legs, but stuck together, the space between them filled in with flesh, and then painted over with glittering scales—only, this was no mere paint-job. No degree of makeup artistry or special-effects wizardry could have faked what Thomas was seeing now with his own eyes.

"You can close your mouth now," said the mermaid with a girlish giggle. "Didn't anyone ever tell you, it's rude to stare?"

Thomas tested his voice again and managed to croak out, "Who are you? What... what happened?"

"My name is Clio," said the mermaid. "What's yours?"

"T-Thomas."

"Well, Thomas, it looks like you've been shipwrecked. There isn't much left of your boat, I'm afraid. You sure are lucky that I swam by when I did, though; otherwise, you might have drowned, like your lady-friend."

It took a moment for Thomas to process what the mermaid had just told him. "What did you just say?"

"The girl who was with you on the boat. She's dead." The mermaid cast a guilty gaze down at the sand and said, "I'm sorry that I couldn't save her. But she was already gone by the time I'd found you."

Thomas scrambled to sit up and exclaimed, "And what about the other girl!?"

This took Clio by surprise. "What other girl?"

"There were two girls on that boat with me! What happened to the other girl!?"

"I'm sorry," said the mermaid, shaking her head. "I didn't see anybody else."

Thomas closed his eyes and fought to suppress the feelings of guilt and sorrow welling up within him. "Describe her," he said following a brief moment of silence.

"Excuse me?"

"The girl who drowned. What did she look like?"

"She had curly, golden hair," said Clio, "and scraps of red cloth covering her chest."

"That was Beth," said Thomas. He looked at Clio and said, "Her name was Beth."

"Was she someone important to you?" she asked. "Your lover? Your wife?"

Thomas felt his mouth go dry as he shook his head. It felt somehow disrespectful to tell the truth, but neither did he have any reason to lie. "No, nothing like that. We'd only just met. A little bit before we all went out on the boat—" A sudden realization came to him, and he exclaimed, "Jessica could still be out there! You should go look for her—"

Clio cut him off. "There's no need. If she's alive, one of my sisters will find her. I'm here to take care of you."

"What does that mean?"

"It means," said the mermaid, "that since I'm the one who rescued you, I'm the one who gets to... enjoy your company." She bit her lower lip, reached out to Thomas's crotch, and started pawing at his manhood through his swim-trunks.

Thomas swallowed. Clio certainly wasn't being shy about what she wanted, that was for sure. He quickly felt himself growing hard, and before he could utter a word, she hooked her thumbs around the waistband of his trunks and yanked them down, exposing his erection to the open air. Lust in her eyes, she wrapped both hands around his shaft, gave him a few tentative strokes, and then demanded, "Kiss me, Thomas."

All of Thomas's worries, including his concern for Jessica's fate, were momentarily swept aside. He took the mermaid into his arms, closed his eyes, and leaned in close. Their lips brushed together sweetly, and in short order, Thomas felt the mermaid pushing her tongue lewdly into his mouth, moaning as she did so. Clio gently raked her fingernails across the skin of Thomas's back, using the motion to pull his shirt up over his head; he raised up his arms, allowing the garment to be removed entirely, before reaching down and running his hands over Clio's beautiful body, squeezing her breasts, teasing at her nipples (she gasped in pleasure when he did that), and then feeling his way down her tight, narrow tummy, down past her waistline, down to the slick and slimy scales of her tail.

The mermaid shivered under Thomas's manual ministrations. He stroked and groped at her, feeling everywhere; but the front of her tail was smooth and featureless, except for its hint of a leg-like shape, the merest suggestion that there were femurs and thigh-muscles encased within those scales. Finding nothing to play with in front, he reached around and squeezed Clio's backside, feeling up her butt—she most definitely still had ass-cheeks, scaly though they were, but the crack between them was just as filled-in as the space between her "legs", and she didn't have any holes back there either.

"Enough of that now," said Clio, pausing to take Thomas's hands and place them firmly on her supple tits. "You pay attention to these, and I'll make sure you have a really good time." Then she placed one of her hands behind Thomas's head and pulled him in close for another heated kiss; while with the other, she once again reached down to stroke and pump his erect penis, increasing the tempo and causing every last vestige of rational thought to flee the human's mind.

The handjob was heavenly; Thomas's dick was slick with precum, and Clio's grip was gentle, deft, and perfect in every way. He felt the muscles in his ballsack tighten, and he let out a throaty cry; it wouldn't be very long now before he went over the edge—

But he didn't come yet; the mermaid wasn't about to let her new plaything off quite so easily. She released Thomas's cock—it was now painfully hard—and reached up to gently brush his cheeks with both hands as they made out. Thomas continued to mash and massage her breasts, and Clio encouraged him between kisses with soft, mewling whispers—"Yes... don't stop... keep that up, lover."—before breaking her lips away from Thomas's and then kissing her way down his neck, down his collar bone, down his chest, kissing and licking an erotic trail all the way down to his groin.

Thomas gasped aloud when Clio took him into her mouth. It was indescribable—the splendid skill of her lips and tongue, the wet heat of the back of her throat. The way that she looked up and kept her eyes fixed on Thomas's as her head bobbed up and down, working his shaft. This time, the human stood no chance whatsoever.

When he came at last, he came hard. He exploded into Clio's mouth, filling her with his hot, sticky seed. And the mermaid swallowed down every drop, greedily, moaning with pleasure the whole time.

As Thomas lay back on the beach-sand and recovered himself, his head still swimming from the afterglow of his orgasm, Clio released his dick and lay down next to him, propped up on one elbow, her head resting in her hand. She planted a soft kiss on his brow, playfully twirled a finger through his chest-hair, and then whispered into his ear: "Now watch what happens when a siren tastes the seed of the land. This is a rare and special privilege: it's not just any mermaid who gets to enjoy it!"

The mermaid looked down at her tail, and Thomas followed her gaze. He watched in shocked amazement as her scales receded—not all the way; her tail didn't morph completely into legs, or anything like that. Rather, the abrupt line separating fair human skin from slick fishy scales merely descended a foot or so, from Clio's waistline down to her upper-thighs. As it went, the mermaid's flesh magically rearranged itself, forming a small thigh-gap and a very human vulva. In practically no time at all, Clio had everything that a woman ought to have below the waist: a cute little ginger bush, a perfect pussy, and a human asshole between shapely, bare buttocks.

"The changes won't last long," said Clio with a desperate hunger in her voice. "Please, Thomas! Tell me that you're a man who recovers his virility quickly!"

Thomas was still breathing heavily, but the sight of Clio with her fishtail now starting at her thighs instead of her waist, the sight of her newly-formed but sadly temporary pussy exposed for him and him alone to look upon and adore, that had him more excited than he'd ever been in his life. "I'm gonna need a few minutes," he said frankly, "but I think I can go another round, so long as you can give me some time. Do I have at least... say, ten minutes?"

Clio nodded and kissed Thomas again. They spent his recovery interval languidly making out, their tongues dueling, while Thomas lazily fingered at Clio's pussy, stroking her inner folds. He used the moisture that formed there to lubricate her clit, jilling her off while occasionally inserting a finger or two into her tunnel and then thrusting in and out, causing her to gasp and shudder. He worked Clio's tight, virginal cunt, opening up her passage, getting her more and more excited—

Until, at last, Thomas felt his boner coming back. Clio noticed it too, right away, and she responded by turning around so that her back was to Thomas's front. While still lying on her side, she curled her body into a bent-over position that exposed her pussy from behind, and said, "Quickly, Thomas! I want you inside me! Fill my womanhood, before it disappears for good!" Then she pressed close against the human's body, molding her shape to Thomas's until he was spooning her, and she wiggled her ass enticingly against his hardness.

Thomas didn't have to be told twice. He reached down, aligned the head of his cock with Clio's nether-lips, and entered her. They came together, suddenly and completely, and Clio rolled her hips as best as she was able given the awkward positioning, riding his cock sideways. To Thomas, it was sheer bliss, thrusting into the mermaid from behind while at the same time reaching around to play with her huge and gorgeous boobs. Clio rocked against him, bucking her hips and squeezing internally; Thomas found that he was having trouble matching her rhythm in this position, so he stopped what he was doing—Clio gave him a questioning look over her shoulder—and Thomas responded by getting up on his knees.

Clio got the message: she got up on her hands and her solitary, scale-covered "knee", presenting Thomas with her now very human, very voluptuous ass. Thomas straddled her tail, and once again he found her cunt, sliding the whole of his length inside of her; things were much easier from this angle. They went at it doggy-style, man and mermaid, Thomas gripping her hips and thrusting, Clio holding herself up on her hands and gasping out increasingly ragged breaths and squeals of carnal delight, while her tailfin flopped up and down on the sand. All too quickly, Thomas felt himself losing control, and with one final thrust, he came inside of Clio with a long, low groan—while at the very same time, as if some erotic magic had willed the improbable, the mermaid experienced her thunderous climax too, quivering and shuddering and calling out Thomas's name in the throes of her passion.

Her muscles turned to jelly, and she collapsed forward onto the warm sand. Thomas fell back and sat on the beach next to her, stunned and stupefied, but decidedly satisfied. He was content; Clio was too, many times over, because human sex wasn't something that she got to experience practically ever—that, and also because she knew exactly what was about to happen next.

Her purpose was about to be fulfilled.

Thomas was no longer surprised when Clio's tail once again changed. Her scales grew back up to her waist, her thighs merged back together entirely, and her pussy and asshole vanished as if they'd never been there, locked beneath a wall of impenetrable scales and rearranged back into an unfeeling, piscine sort of anatomy. Thomas was mildly saddened by this, but not surprised.

He was, however, rather shocked when his own legs very suddenly—rapidly, and without any kind of pain or other discernible sensation—melded together like a zipper being drawn closed from his groin down to his feet. Brilliant, bright-red fish-scales covered over every inch of his thighs and shins, encasing his former legs from his waistline down to his feet. Thomas could only watch in abject, thunderstruck horror as his cock and balls were sucked into the inside of his tail along with his thighs, disappearing utterly as they merged into the sensationless flesh that filled in the gap where his groin had been only seconds earlier, leaving him with naught but the same flat and scaly plane of a lap that Clio had.

Finally, to capstone the transformation, Thomas's feet melted together and flattened out into a yard-wide tailfin that started flopping involuntarily on the sand, a reflex that Thomas was at present entirely too panicky to even try to control. The newly-polymorphed merman ran his hands over his fishtail—he, Thomas, now had a fishtail, he realized, to his terror and his disgust. He could tell that he most definitely still had leg-bones, somewhere in there, locked together inside this freakish column of muscle and scales and fish-slime. He could still bend at the waist and at the knee, but he no longer had anything like ankles—instead, his shin-bones extended down about a foot longer than they had when he'd been human, and in place of his feet he now had a semi-rigid caudal fin that somehow managed to resemble both the tailfin of a rayed fish and the flukes of a whale at the same time.

"Wha—what is this!?" cried Thomas. Helplessly, he groped at the spot where his dick used to be, but it simply wasn't there anymore. "What happened? What the fuck did you do to me!?"

Clio giggled. "You mean, you didn't know? When you make love to a siren, you become her coven's triton. Now you are a lord of the sea: our husband and protector!"

Thomas blinked and tried to make sense of the things Clio was saying. "Coven... triton...?" He suppressed the sudden urge to throw up and cried, "Why is my dick not there!? How do you make it come out again!?"

"Silly," said the mermaid. "You don't have one anymore! A man of the sea has no need for such a... crude organ. No matter how fun it was to play with, at least for a little while. You're a triton now; not some brainless dolphin!"

Thomas could only gape at Clio wordlessly. He didn't know what to say to that. He was too indignant, too astonished, too horrified.

"Come on," said Clio, offering her hhttps://www.inprnt.com/profile/pinamonti/

and to Thomas. "Come with me, and let me teach you how to swim. You'll need to learn, if you're going to live in the ocean with us. And you should also meet my sisters—Calliope and Terpsichore—since they're your wives now too."

Thomas didn't know what to do. He didn't want to go with Clio; he wanted to smack her hand away, to scream and yell, to curse her name, to shout hateful things at her and make her feel terrible for the terrible thing that she'd done to him. He wanted to rail against the unfairness of it all; to beg God for a different outcome, a miracle to reverse this accursed transformation; to wake up from this nightmare and find himself back in his old human body. But he also wanted to survive—and to do that, he probably needed the mermaid's help.

With a glare of pure, undiluted loathing on his face, Thomas took Clio's hand. Together, they awkwardly crawled and shimmied on their hands and tails down to the water, out into the lagoon. Then, flipping their tailfins, they dove under and swam out into the open waters of the South Pacific.

Beware the Sirens Ch. 01

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