One Shots

Tails From The Deep (FxF)

I had gone on a scuba diving trip with my family every year since I was a little girl--just me, my father, and our dog Ruby. Ruby, of course, would stay on the boat and either take a nap below deck or sunbathe, just happy to be with us.

Having found so many treasures, having seen so many beautiful and, sometimes, strange-looking fish and other sea creatures, I was determined to continue to go on this diving trip for the rest of my life.

The ocean was my passion, my one true love, and I knew I would never be able to abandon her. She had so many secrets to uncover and I felt that only being able to go to her once a year wasn’t enough for me.

So, with the help of my dad on my 18th birthday, I got a job at the local aquarium in a sunny beach-side town, a little secluded broken down cabin with its own dock, and a vehicle that got me from point A to point B.

The job paid well, the cabin and dock could be easily fixed with some TLC, and the vehicle still ran like new even though it was over 20 years old.

I had hit the jackpot when my father said I could keep the boat we had always went out in...

The catch was that he was sick, had been for a while, and this was why we had missed the last diving trip we were supposed to take.

I cried and cried and told him I couldn’t accept it, that he would get better and we would go out together again once he recovered...

When he passed only a few months later, I put the boat into storage and all but threw away the key. Ruby came to live with me and we hadn’t been out on the water since.

My heart was broken from losing my father but I was also angry with him for thinking that setting me up here and giving me the boat would make his passing any easier on me.

That was over three years ago.

And the call to go out on the water was getting weaker and weaker with every passing year.

I had gotten a promotion at the aquarium, fixed up the cabin and dock with new boards and paint--making it better than when it had first been built, and I was able to buy a new truck, one with more pulling power than I would ever need.

And while the pull to the ocean, my mistress, was weak...it was still there.

The gentle lapping of the waves against my dock kept me at peace and sated my need to be in the water. I would often sit at the end of the dock and either have tea or coffee, depending on the time.

This was my life now--work and sit on my dock. It wasn’t the life I had thought I would live but It was the one I had and even though I wanted to get into the water, I was...scared.

I had never been in the water without my father. I had never dived by myself--my confidence came from him and I was sure of it.

But...

For some reason one day...I finally took the boat out of storage and set to fixing her up.

I changed her name to give a memorial to my father--The Bright Seaman--after our last name ‘Bright’ and the fact that he had been the sunshine in my life, and when it was time, I set her in the water and promised myself that I would go out on her the next day.

And so I did.

I got up before dawn and set to make ready for the day with drinks and food and clothes and towels and sunscreen and a hat and sunglasses and my tank full of air and I was still scared but when I turned the key and she sputtered to life...

I felt a new sense of joy and...confidence--like I could do anything because even though he was gone, my father was still with me. I could hear him in my ear reminding me of the things he taught me and I found that even though I had never been alone, I could do this. I had the tools and I was ready to meet with my mistress once again.

Choosing to go to our usual spot was a no brainer. While it may not be illegal to dive alone, it wasn’t the safest and while I was experienced, I still wanted to dive in a place I was familiar with.

Anchoring the boat, I made quick work of putting on my gear, making sure that everything was secure and in place and I found that while I missed having my father with me, getting set up and ready was like riding a bike. I remembered the steps and rules and not too long after, I was ready.

So, I sat on the edge of the boat with my back facing the water, took a deep breath and placed a hand over my facemask before rolling back.

***

The trip was a success! The water felt amazing, the fish and other aquatic animals were out in numbers and if you would believe it, I even found someone’s wedding ring! I hate that someone had to lose it but it was still an amazing find--a small silver band with diamonds all around it.

It was a little strange that it wasn’t buried in the sand, sitting on top of a rock actually, but I just chalked it up to someone having recently lost it.

I went out frequently after that first trip by myself, and the weird thing was that every time I went out,...

I found something shiny sitting on that same rock, be it rings, or pearls, necklaces or earrings, and even gold and silver coins.

It was like the ocean was giving me gifts for coming back to her and I was happy to accept them.

One of the times I went out, I made sure to check the rock as soon as I went down, and nothing was there at that time.

So, I dove a little more, checking out the marine life and what wonders the ocean had to offer, just being in my element and having a wonderful time, but when I was about to swim back up something told me to check the rock once more.

This time I found another ring.

My brows pinched in confusion and I looked around.

Was there someone following me? Was someone actually leaving me gifts?

I thought I caught sight of something dark in the water and when I went to the cave where I thought I saw it, fear took hold of my heart and I turned back, quickly swimming for the boat.

Whatever it was...it was rewarding me for coming back each time...

Work started picking up during the summer and I found myself having less and less time to go diving until finally there was a whole three week period where I hadn’t been out on the water.

I was feeling guilty but what was I suppose to do? Say no to my job? It paid my bills and besides, it wasn’t like I was leaving the ocean again like I had done when dad passed. I would be back.

She would forgive me.

I walked out to the dock one morning to enjoy some coffee and I noticed something shining in the early morning sun.

Getting closer, I found that it was a sapphire diamond ring set in a band of silver, and by the look of it, it had been in the water for a long time.

After I picked it up and placed it in my pocket, I looked out into the water.

Whatever it was knew where I lived now and was bringing my gifts here?

I decided to try an experiment.

The next morning when I went out on the dock to enjoy my coffee, instead of picking up the locket that lay there, I left it.

The next morning I was curious to see what happened and when I got to the end of the dock the locket was still in place, right next to a gold coin.

I picked both up and decided that after work I would go to the store and buy a small security camera, set it up to face the dock, and in the morning, I’d get to look it over and see who...or what was leaving me gifts.

***

Something that resembled a hand, a dark webbed hand came up over the edge, set down its gift and left. I saw no face, no body, just the hand.

I decided to take the gift and keep watching the camera.

And what amazed me was that the gift giver came around the same time every night. When the sun went down, it was about 20 minutes after that when it would pop up, leave the gift, and then disappear.

So one night, I sat at the dock and waited. The water was so dark that I wouldn’t have been able to see anything, and I couldn’t when I looked into it.

It was only when I was looking out into the water, waiting for whatever or whoever it was to come that night, that I saw something come up from the water.

It’s glowing eyes caught sight of me and widened and then returned under the water.

And my heart was hammering because what things eyes glow like that?!

I didn’t see it again that night but when I went back the next morning, a pearl was waiting for me.

I huffed and was determined to get to the bottom of this...cowardice thing!

That night, when I saw the head pop up again and the eyes caught sight of me, I raised my hands out in front of me.

“Hey, it’s okay! Please don’t run again. I only want to thank you for the gifts you’ve been leaving me!”

It popped back into the water and never came back up, and like the last time, my gift was there in the morning.

The next night, as I sat and waited, the thing came up out of the water and I raised my hands again.

“Please, believe me. I just want to thank you.”

This time it lingered, which I took as a good sign.

“Thank,” it asked, it’s voice gravely like it was underused.

It was still so dark that I wasn’t able to see anything but its eyes but it didn’t look like it would be a giant or anything. I would’ve said it was a human if I hadn’t seen it’s webbed hands and the fact that it lived in the water, or so it seemed.

“Yes, thank you for the rings and pearls and coins and such. It’s all very pretty,” I answered and smiled.

“Pretty, yes...You.”

I gasped, “Oh, me? Pretty,” I chuckled, “Thank you. Can I know you’re name?”

“Name,” It asked and I could see it getting closer. I’d be lying if I said that didn’t make me scared but I sat in place and let it get as close as it wanted.

“Yes, what do I call you? I am Savannah.”

“Cyraeniousavernia.”

My brows rose, “Wow, what a name--and beautiful too. Is Vern okay, though?”

“Vern,” It answered, “Yes.”

It was now about ten feet away and I could see that it resembled a human, like I thought, but was definitely not.

It had ‘hair’ that moved around on its own and was more tentacle-like, I could barely see its face but I could tell it didn’t have a nose.

It had to dip into the water every once in a while so I assumed the slits meant they were gills.

“Vern, what...what are you,” I asked. Surely it wasn’t what I thought...

“Land beings say...mermaid,” it sounded more like a question.

“Wait...you’re a mermaid? An actual mermaid? You’re not shitting me,” I asked and moved closer to the edge of the dock. I didn’t think it was a prank someone was pulling because if so, they would’ve had to go to extreme measures to do that good of special effects makeup on this person.

It nodded its head and continued to bob in the water.

“Are you a girl, Vern, or a boy,” I asked curiously, “You did say mermaid so I would assume the former.”

“Girl, have eggs,” she nodded.

My eyes were starting to hurt from the strain and trying to make sense of Vern without actually seeing her up close.

“Can you...can you come closer, Vern?”

She shook her head very quickly and dipped down before coming back up, “Not good idea. Am...scary?”

My brows pinched together, “Who said that?”

“Hmm, am not like land beings. So,.. scary,” she answered and that about broke my heart.

“Well, just because you don’t look like us does not mean you are scary, Vern. Come on, let me see you, please,” I asked gently and lifted my hand in invitation.

She shook her head again and swam forward at a speed I couldn’t even fathom, left the gift, and was gone...

All before I could even take a breath.

This went on for quite some time, her coming every night, us talking. And the longer we spent together, the better her speech and vocabulary were getting. She found she could also go long periods of time without needing to go back under the water--sometimes 20 to 30 minute--which I found fascinating.

I found her, her culture, and her people extremely fascinating.

She told me about herself, but she never got close to me.

“You’d find me scary, Savannah. I have sharp teeth, like a shark, dark blue skin for living so deep and not being seen, and these,” she pointed to her tentacle-like strands, “Are like feelers. They help me find food in the dark. My tail is long and has um...flowy bits--like...skirts--...they also act as feelers for food.”

I smiled and laid on my stomach on the dock, “You sound beautiful, Vern. Your tail sounds beautiful--I bet you’re beautiful. Please let me see you.”

She looked to the side and sighed before she began to swim closer.

“I warned you,” she said quietly before she was almost right under the dock.

All she let me see was her eyes. She kept her nose and down in the water.

Her eyes, though, were big--bigger than human-- and the closer she got, the less bright they seemed until they were very dim.

She then lifted up, slowly, letting me see her gills that took place for a nose, three small slits on either side.

And then her mouth. She had lips that she kept closed as she made her ascend out of the water.

I sat up and moved back to give her room as she lifted her self up on the dock.

Her skin, all that I could see, was a dark color--like midnight blue just as she had said.

She had webs between her fingers but as her upper body came out of the water, I wasn’t really surprised.

Her torso looked humanoid in shape but the one thing that stood out was that she had no breasts. Her n*****s were flush against her chest and the more I thought about it, the more it made sense.

She said she was a deep-sea mermaid, that there were different kinds, and that she had first seen me on a hunt when I had taken the last dive with my father.

The fish higher up were considered a delicacy, she said and it just so happened to be where we went diving that she was hunting.

Prying further, I found out that she had started coming to the surface more often to see if we ever came back. She admitted that she had almost given up until she saw me again, at the same spot as the first time. She said she started leaving little treasures she had found over the years as a means to keep me coming back and that I had been close to catching her once.

She, also, said that when I hadn’t gone back to that spot for a few weeks, she came here, as she had found out this is where I lived from following my boat a few times.

As she continued rising out of the water and onto the dock, I hadn’t expected to see a smooth transition from her torso to her tail but something like mermaids in pop culture--the human half suddenly morphing with the fish half--half and half.

No, her body texture stayed the same all the way down to her tail which did have big skirt-like fins on either side before finally opening up into a ray-finned fish-like tail.

She looked as though she was built for speed, stealth, and hunting...but she was beautiful.

At first glance, she looked to be about ten feet long from head to tail and though Vern wasn’t what I would’ve thought a mermaid looked like, I understood that this was the way she had to look to be able to survive so far down.

I was also curious about what her ‘cousins’ looked like--the different regional mermaids. Did they all look generally the same, or did their bodies different from region to region, and from dept to dept.

“Say something, Savannah,” she whispered, taking me from my thoughts and I finally caught sight of her teeth. They looked to be in the place of human teeth but hers were more pointed.

I looked into Vern’s eyes, “What is there to say? Just because you aren’t human doesn’t mean you aren’t beautiful in your own way--one that I see as beautiful as well. You must have lots of mates or at least mermen who want to mate with you, Vern. You’re stunning.”

Vern was silent for a moment, “I haven’t had a mate because merfolk mate for life and I’m...I’m not...um...traditional,” she chuckled, “I don’t enjoy mermen.”

I chuckled as well, “You prefer merwomen then?”

Vern leaned forward until she was closer and whispered, “I prefer you.”

Shocked, confused, uncertain, surprised and amazed were just a few emotions I was feeling as I let her words sink in.

“Do you prefer me,” Vern asked, uncertainty staining her question, as she let her fingers play with my long hair.

“Um, I could enjoy the company of anyone, especially you, but...Vern, how would that even work? How do merpeople...”

“f**k,” Vern asked with a smirk, “Would you like me to show you, Savannah?”

I gasped but was undoubtedly curious about how this process worked...

I was also now super horny and that made the decision an easy one.

“I know how your mating ritual starts and I would like to begin with that? A kiss if that’s alright with you,” Vern asked quietly.

“Yes,” I whispered and her lips were on mine.

“I like the way you taste, Savannah,” she whispered and her black tongue ran over my lips. It felt slightly slimy but not unpleasant and as I parted my lips, her tongue met mine and sure, she tasted salty from the water, but at that moment, I wasn’t worried about that.

I suddenly felt frenzied, like I had to have her, right then.

“Can I touch you, Vern,” I asked as I pulled away and kept gently kissing her lips.

“Yeah, please,” she moaned and I ran my hands down her chest and gently rubbed her n*****s to which she moaned louder.

All the while, her tentacle-like strands were smoothing over my face, neck, and shoulders and I felt the small suction-cups place what felt like kisses all along their path.

“Can I touch you too,” she pleaded as I began tugging her small n*****s.

“Of course,” I answered and was feeling hazy with the well-placed suction kisses along my neck and some even around my ears.

Vern began to tug on my t-shirt, lifting it over my head and throwing it onto the dock and the next thing to go was my sports bra.

When my heavy breasts were finally on display for her, she gazed in awe. “Oh, wow. Look how pretty they are,” she cooed and palmed them both, each being a bit more than a handful.

“Are your n*****s sensitive like mine are,” she smirked and tugged on one, causing me to moan.

“Oh, they are. And what if I do this,” she brought her mouth down to one and took it gently between her pointed teeth while the other was being assaulted as her tentacle-like hair moved with her.

“That’s so good,” I whimpered and began to unbutton my shorts to shove my hand down into them.

Vern pushed me down on my back and moved my hands away. “Let me see how our bodies are similar in other ways.”

Pulling my shorts off and then my underwear, she stopped briefly and smiled, “I have something that looks like this,” running her finger through my slit before spreading my thighs and opening me up.

“And I have something that can fit in here,” she chuckled as she pushed said finger into me.

The sudden intrusion made me moan and something she said had me confused.

“When you say you have something that will fit there, what do you mean? I thought you were a female,” I asked.

She leaned down to kiss me and continued to plunge her finger in and out of me.

“I am but I have to deposit my eggs somehow,” she replied with a kiss.

“You have an ovipositor? Like seahorses,” I asked, very thankful for my time at the aquarium and the knowledge I had from working there.

“Yes, like seahorses,” she smiled, “I’ll get to f**k you with my ovipositor and then lay my eggs inside of you.”

And that made me stop in my tracks.

“Wait, Vern, you said your kind mates for life. Are you sure...I mean, we--”

“--It’s okay, Savannah. We mate for life because of our children, but while I can deposit my eggs into you, if they are not fertilized, you will not become pregnant. Thus, we are not mated for life. You are free to have this as a one-night thing if you wish...”

She sounded so sad that I quickly dragged her down to me and planted a kiss to her lips again.

“Let’s see where this goes...and maybe we can talk about fertilization in the future, hmm?”

Her eyes started to glow but then they dimmed, “That sounds wonderful.”

And at this time, I felt something poking at my thigh, something hard and long.

“Is that your--,” I already had my hand going down there and when I wrapped it around her she hissed and then moaned.

“Careful, It’s so sensitive,” she whimpered as I began pumping the shaft, coaxing it from the slit below her torso.

I could feel that closer to the base, where it came out, it was very girthy, and it tapered, slightly, towards the end. With that being said, it was in no way small. She would be a tight squeeze to fit but I was sure I would love every moment.

Feeling around the tip, I could tell that it was hollowed, tube-like, perfect for depositing her eggs. It was also oozing some kind of liquid, almost lubricant-like that helped me to continue pumping her in my hand.

“Are you ready,” I whispered against her lips, knowing that this must be her first time, and guided her ovipositor to my entrance.

“Yes, I’m ready,” she whispered back and, as her ‘hair’ continued to kiss all around my face and neck, she took some of the fluid that was leaking from her tip and rubbed it around my entrance before pushing in.

“Oh, Vern! So big,” I moaned as she continued pushing. I had felt ridges all around her shaft while touching it as well and those were now coming in handy as she moved within me.

“I’m sorry. Do you need me to--,” her voice came out strained.

“--No, please continue. Don’t stop,” I begged and wrapped my legs around her tail, helping her to move the rest of the way into me.

The base, as I suspected, was the biggest part to take and as I stretched around her, I couldn’t help my eyes from fluttering closed, I couldn’t help the sound that spilled from my mouth as well.

“Are you okay,” she asked quietly and gently cradled my head in her hand.

“Yeah, please Vern. f**k me,” I whimpered as I looked up into her eyes and pulled her down for a kiss, one that had our tongues dancing in sync.

As she began to move, our breath mingled as we moaned in between kisses.

“I wish I had met you sooner. This feels amazing,” she panted into my neck while driving into me.

“You do feel so good, Vern,” I cried out before tightening my walls around her.

“I love being inside of you, Savannah. I love...you.”

I tensed and she stopped moving, “Vern...really? You...--”

“--Yes, I love you. And I know it’s too soon for you so I’ll wait. I wait for you to love me back...I’ll wait for you to want to have my babies. I’ll gladly wait for as long as you want me to,” she admitted and the anticipation in her stare had me ready to give her the world.

Instead, I pulled her back down to me and pressed my lips to hers while I pressed my heels into her hips again.

When she began moving again but harder this time, the friction was amazing, the kiss-like suction cups that latched onto my n*****s felt amazing, and she felt amazing.

As Vern continued plunging into me, I could see her toned stomach flexing with each thrust. She was pure muscle and I was in awe.

The ridges on the shaft were rubbing against every sensitive spot inside of me and she was so deep that I got close so embarrassingly fast.

And when she sped up, I felt that red hot feeling in the pit of my stomach before it erupted and caused me to moan her name.

The climax seemed to last forever and when I finally came back down, she had stilled and I could feel her eggs being deposited into me through the ovipositor.

To feel them moving through her shaft and along my walls sent little aftershocks through my body.

“How many will you leave,” I asked as I noticed my stomach starting to pooch from all the eggs.

“Six--two more,” she said through clenched teeth.

And when she was done and pulled out, she immediately moved back into the water before coming back up a moment later.

“That was...”

“Amazing,” I answered with a dazed smile and then rolled over onto my stomach to look over the dock and into the water.

“What will happen to the eggs?”

“Hmm,” she looked up at me and moved some hair behind my ear, “I suppose, since they are unfertilized, they will break down and you will pass them. I don’t really have much to go on as I don’t think anyone I know has ever been with a human before...”

“We’ll see what happens, I guess,” I chuckled and sat up to begin putting my clothes on.

“Savannah?”

I turned to look at her while I stood to put on my panties and shorts, “Yeah?”

“Will you come back out into the water soon,” she asked as she laid her head down on her folded arms on the edge of the dock.

I smiled and nodded, “Yeah. I have some time off coming soon and I’ll be in the water as much as possible. I can’t ever stay away for long.”

“Good. I’ll come back tomorrow night if that’s okay,” she asked and lifted her self up with her impressively strong arms.

I had to crouch to meet her kiss, one that she locked me in for a moment before finally pulling away.

“Of course. I’ll be waiting. I’ll even bring you some salmon from the market again.”

She smiled and placed a hand to her chest, “A human woman after my mermaid’s heart. I’ll see you tomorrow night, my love. Good night, Savannah.”

“Night, Vern,” I watched as she pushed off from the dock and disappeared into the water.

I never realized that my love for the ocean would also bring me love with a mermaid, but the ocean was a strange and mysterious mistress who happened to allow me just one of her many, many secrets.