Fishtale -4- Among the Mermaids by MB&JM

Somewhere during our frolic, we were joined by other mermaids and their companions. Some of the girls had dolphins following them around, like my two. Others had stranger creatures. Have you ever seen a flying squid!? A purple and lime green one?!

At last, I began to tire. I floated there in the water, my human half mostly in air with my fishy nether bits hidden in the ocean. My large breasts floated enticingly in front of me. I looked around, and four or five other mermaids were similarly displaying their lovely human parts atop the surface.

One girl, a redhead, swam closer to me, “You’re a lot of fun!” she said.

“Thanks!” I said as she swam closer. Her beauty was mythically appropriate for such a legendary creature. I wondered if I looked similarly incredible. The thought made me want to giggle.

More girls approached, each one almost more beautiful than the next. The first introduced herself. “I’m Daphnaia,” she said. “What’s your name?”

“F-fi-inn-ah!” I stammered, realizing that we weren’t speaking English. And I didn’t know any other languages!

“Ffiona? That’s beautiful!” Daphnaia cooed. “C’mon and meet Ffiona, our newest princess!” she called to the other mermaids. They crowded around like one of those fanciful water ballet sequences in an old movie.

Some of them introduced themselves with names like Gloriannuu and  Pelajjofera. It was all so wonderful and strange. I felt my nipples crinkle up because of the cold water and other reasons. What a sensation!

We all gathered closer, touching each other, laughing and giggling like a squadron of My Little Pony enthusiasts.

“Welcome to the harem,” several of them mentioned, causing me to remember why I had fled. I looked around wildly but didn’t see the big male who had so frightened and intrigued me.

“Where?” I asked.

“Where’s Damiano, our king, our lord, our husband?” Shealyocantha asked, teasing. “Oh, he never comes to the surface. Mermen can’t breathe air!” She laughed merrily, and the others all joined in like that was a hell of a funny joke.

Under the water, our tails twined around one another, and on the surface, we crowded together, holding hands and rubbing up against each other with way too much giggling and playful snorting. In the jostling, a stray boob almost poked me in the eye.

It was during this cheerful crush that I realized that one of the mermaids, Mayveleerie was pregnant! Her bulging belly was quite obvious, swelling out just at the waterline below her floating boobs!

Damiano! King! Husband! Lord! Master! Father-to-be!

There were things about merfolk anatomy and biology I didn’t understand, but being a member of a harem implied certain activities, however they might be accomplished under the sea. Under the Sea! That inane ditty from that silly movie bubbled up gleefully in my mind.

Maybe I was humming it out loud. We all began to wriggle and shimmy together, dancing in the water. Then we schooled, resuming the games I had played with my dolphin friends. We swam as one large being with multiple bodies, staying together by some sort of cues we passed back and forth, so we each knew what all the others were going to do.

We swam down into the sea and then leaped across the sky, again and again. As before, all of our companion sea creatures joining us. If it wasn’t orgasmic, it was the nearest thing to it I’ve experienced in a group. Cult members must feel something like this in their rituals, I decided, the stray thought darting through my mind like a guppy dashing across an aquarium.

At last, nearing exhaustion, we gathered in a calmer, quieter, sweeter school, our excitement abated. We floated, touching or within arm’s length, our tails languidly stroking each other under the surface. I felt almost content. Could there be anything better than being a mermaid in the midst of my sisters?

The sun was visibly and notably closer to the horizon, westering at its own pace. I smiled into the face of Daphnaia, moving a bit so I could kiss her on the lips. What new wonders would I discover in the approaching night?

I refused to worry about Damiano, Mr. Pepperono, no, no, no. Well, I tried not to worry. Was being a member of an underwater harem my destiny now?

Something Lemuel said came back to me in my unrest. There in the bosoms, as it were, of my sisters. I remembered. Lemuel had said I should seek out the Titans as they were my people now.