Eaten Out At Mermoped Cove - (Classic Tingler Revisited)

classic tingler EATEN OUT AT MERMOPED COVE is out on audiobook and AS IS TRADITION that means patreon buckaroos get this story to enjoy in ebook form as we trot together in a CLASSIC TINGLER REVISITED.

i have always liked this story for a few reasons. i will say it is a very rare living object tingler where the object in question is not simply a sentient version of itself. in this story we have mermopeds, which are of course a cross between a sentient moped and a fish. so i think there are some fun elements here to explore (another version of this would be the wereplane tingler where we see the wereplane in MAN FORM for part of the story).

for some reason i have also always enjoyed the mermopeds swimming in the hotel pool not just out in the cove. always makes me think 'yes if i was a mermoped i would want a break from the constant salt and waves' although in this story they are hiding out in the pool for a different reason DONT WANT TO GIVE TOO MUCH AWAY.

alright buckaroos lets DIVE IN so you can putter on down or swim with that fish tail and enjoy ladybuck on ladybuck tingler EATEN OUT AT MERMOPED COVE

Joma’s tropical vacation is off to a rocky start when she learns the nearby beach cove is inaccessible to guests. Apparently, local legends of mermopeds in the ocean caves have caused scientists to close down the area and hunt for answers.

The idea of these half-vehicle half-fish creatures is ridiculous, but when Joma meets a beautiful sentient moped at the hotel pool, she’s drawn into a mystery that could change her perception of this legend forever.

Now, Joma has found herself in a hardcore lesbian encounter that is sure to rev your motor!

This erotic tale is 4,100 words of sizzling human on mermoped action and lesbian half-vehicle half-fish love.

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EATEN OUT AT MERMOPED COVE

By Chuck Tingle

Vacations are, by nature, a welcome retreat from the grind of daily life. This particular vacation, however, is really going to hit the spot. To say that things at the office have been crazy would be an understatement, and my entire department has been working overtime to take care of all the orders coming in. I can’t even remember that last time I had a moment to myself, a chance to just breathe.

I consider all this as I arrive outside the hotel, climbing from my cab and taking in a deep, refreshing breath of the salty sea air. It’s a warm day and the combination of hot sun on my face and cool breeze across my skin is incredible. The scent of fresh tropical flowers fills my nostrils, and the sound of softly crashing waves dances across my ears.

This is it, I think, this is exactly what I needed.

I packed light on my trip to the island, deciding to free myself from lugging around too many physical possessions. I don’t wanna think about anything other than relaxing.

The lobby doors open up as I approach and I’m greeted warmly by a man behind a counter in this enormous, high-ceilinged lobby.

“Hello, welcome to Tingleo Resort,” the man offers. “Just checking in?”

I nod. “Yes, it should be under the name Joma Ribs.”

The man behind the counter types my name into his computer and then scrolls through a few pages, smiling when he finally finds me. He nods in approval. “There you are,” he offers. “Staying in one of our corner suites. Very nice.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” I continue.

The man behind the counter clicks through a few pages of information and, soon enough, he’s producing a single room keycard and handing it over.

“Here you go,” the man offers. “We have complimentary breakfast in the lobby from six to eleven. That keycard will allow you access to the pool and gym. Enjoy your stay.”

“Thank you,” I reply, then turn to leave when suddenly the man behind the counter blurts out, stopping me in my tracks.

“Oh yes, one more thing,” he offers. “There’s a cove on the north beach that we’re asking all visitors to stay away from. The local government is conducting some research there.”

“Research?” you question. “About what?”

The man nods, then leans over his desk a bit, lowering his voice so that only I can hear him. “There have been reports of mermopeds in the water over there,” he informs me, chuckling slightly. “Underwater creatures with the head of a moped and the body of a fish.”

I can’t help but laugh along with him at this ridiculous idea. “Mermopeds?” I scoff. “They’re actually sending scientists to bother with something so crazy?”

The man behind the counter nods. “Unfortunately, yes. It’s too bad, because guests really enjoyed that cove, but apparently the researchers are taking a week to hunt through the caves.”

“Well, thanks for the heads up,” I reply, then nod and continue on my way.

I weave my way through the hotel, appreciating just how grand this structure is as I struggle to find my room in this vast maze of tropical luxury. Eventually, I trace my room number to one of the top floors, then stroll down a long hallway before discovering the corner suite.

I swipe my keycard and watch as the red light above my lock turns green with a loud beep, allowing me access, then I push through. The second I enter, I gasp aloud, blown away by just how incredible this room is. The place is utterly enormous, with floor to ceiling windows lining the far walls and providing a glorious view of the endless ocean that stretches out beyond. The furniture and décor is exactly what you’d expect from a modern island paradise, and it would be tempting to stay right here the whole time if there wasn’t so much beauty to be discovered outside.

I walk up to the window and gaze across the glorious view below. From here I can see the cove that has been restricted, a few science vessels patrolling the waters not far from shore and some men in uniform combing the beach. The idea they’ve put this much effort into looking for mermopeds is ridiculous, but I won’t let that rain on my vacation.

As my gaze slowly moves down the coast, I reach my very own resort and smile when I catch sight of the swimming alternative. The pool here is incredible, and it’s just begging for me to come down and lay out beside it. I’m not in the mood to take a dip just yet, but I’m sure as hell ready to work on my tan.

I get changed and then head back down the elevator, making my way outside. There’s plenty of room at the pool to spread out and find my own little area, so I stroll around until I discover a section of the manufactured rock and landscaping that resembles a cove of my own.

I lay out a towel on a nearby lounge chair and tilt it all the way back, closing my eyes as I settle in. The sun feels incredible against my exposed skin, bathing me in a perfect and pleasant warmth.

After a while of laying here, I begin to drift off a bit. I’m just about to fall asleep when I notice a steady rumbling from nearby, the sound of a small motor drifting across the calm surface of the pool.

I open my eyes and see that a beautiful moped is puttering through the pool next to me, a drink in each hand. She makes her way over through the waist deep water, eventually arriving at the edge of the pool and stretching out to rest one of the drinks next to me. I look down at it, smiling at the presentation of a hollowed out pineapple with a tiny umbrella and a straw poking out from the top.

“Chocolate milk?” I question.

The sentient moped nods. “I figured you might want a cool drink on a hot day. I’m Courtney.”

“Joma,” I reply, lifting the cool beverage and taking a long sip from the straw. It’s very, very tasty, and although this is clearly just a way for the moped to hit on me, I appreciate her generosity.

As though she’s reading my mind, the sentient vehicle cracks a smile and starts laughing. ‘I’m sorry,” she gushes, “I don’t normally do this kind of thing, but you’re super cute and my friends told me I had to.”

The vehicle motions across the pool to a group of five or six other mopeds hanging out in the water, talking amongst themselves. They all immediately bust up in a fit of laughter of their own, waving back.

“Well, I’m glad you did,” I reply. “It’s really good.”

“So what are you doing here on the island? Business? A vacation?”

“No business,” I retort firmly. “All vacation. What about you?”

The question seems to take Courtney off guard for a moment, the moped hesitating before coming through with a response. “Oh, I’m just staying here while my house gets fumigated.”

“Fumigated?” I ask. “Like for bugs?”

“Uh, yeah,” Courtney continues, nodding along.

I gaze over her shoulder at the rest of the mopeds. “Them too?”

Courtney glances behind her, then returns her gaze to mine. “Yeah,” she nods.

Something strange is going on here, but I can’t be exactly sure what it is. I can tell the moped is hiding something, but she’s already admitted to being a little nervous with her approach. Maybe this tension I’m feeling isn’t any kind of deception, but rather the erotic buzz of flirtation that lingers in the air.

To be honest, I’m having a hard time focusing on anything other than just how attractive I find this beautiful vehicle, my eyes locked onto the perfectly manufactured frame of her gorgeous body. I can only see half of her as she wades in the waist deep pool, but from what I can tell she’s jaw-droppingly pretty.

I take another long sip from my chocolate milk, pausing a moment to just watch and admire my new friend. She does the same, gazing back at me with lovesick eyes.

“I was thinking about heading into town for dinner later,” I offer. “There’s a restaurant I wanted to check out. Would you like to join me?”

The moped freezes awkwardly.

“I’d love to,” she finally offers in return, “but I don’t think I can.”

“Oh, okay,” I reply. “How about tomorrow?”

The half-submerged moped just shakes her head. “That won’t work either,” she continues.

I’m utterly confused, struggling to understand the signals that Courtney is sending my way. At first, she’d made her interest perfectly clear, but now she’s pumping the brakes quite hard.

To be honest, I’m not interested in finding myself wrapped up in any emotional drama while I’m here. Courtney is utterly gorgeous, and very sweet as far as I can tell, but at this point it doesn’t seem to be worth the rest of the baggage.

“Okay then,” I finally reply, sitting up in my chair. “I guess I’ll be seeing you around.”

I can tell the sentient moped wants to say something, but she doesn’t. Instead, Courtney just sits there and watches as I gather my towel and head inside.

I spend the rest of the day exploring the hotel and the nearby sights, then eventually hop a bus into town for dinner at the restaurant I’d mentioned earlier. I’ve been reading about this place for months and I’m so excited to finally try it out, but I have to admit the experience is slightly dampened by the fact that I can’t get that moped out of my head.

When I arrive back at the hotel this evening I’m greeted by the same man who checked me in. He smiles and waves, asking whether or not I had a nice first day here on the island. I tell him it couldn’t have been better, but that’s a bit of a lie. It would’ve been nice to have someone along with me.

Damn, I think to myself as I pass through the lobby, pull it together. You’re here to relax on your own, you don’t need to be dating somebody just to have a good time.

I head toward the elevator but abruptly stop. I gaze out into the darkness, looking through the windows that open up onto the beautifully lit pool that I’d spent all afternoon at. It looks like it’s been closed for the evening, but there’s still someone splashing around out there.

I alter course, making my way outside and creeping into the pool area under the cover of darkness. I listen closely for movement in the water, straining to hear over the chirps of jungle insects.

Moments later, I hear another splash. It sounds like it’s coming from the same place I’d been laying out earlier.

I make my way over to that part of the pool at stop in astonishment. There, swimming around in the water before me is Courtney, the same moped that’s been floating through my mind all day.

The sentient vehicle notices me and swims over. “Hey,” she offers.

“You’re still swimming?” I question, a little confused. “Have you been here the whole time?”

The beautiful moped nods. “Yeah.”

“Whoa,” is all I can think to say. “Is that why you couldn’t come to dinner? Had a lot of swimming to do?”

Courtney’s expression falters as I say this, clearly feeling bad about declining the offer. “Yeah, about that,” she replies. “I really wanted to go with you but… I just can’t right now.”

I’m not exactly sure how to respond to this, the statement simply not matching up with reality. It’s fine if Courtney doesn’t want to go on a date, obviously, but the thing that’s driving me crazy about all this is how nothing about her story makes any sense. There’s clearly a missing piece to the puzzle, and for the life of me I simply can’t figure out what it is.

The moped can sense this, swimming over to the edge of the pool once more. “Listen, I really like you,” she explains, “I wasn’t just messing around when I got you that chocolate milk earlier. I would’ve loved to go on a date with you tonight. I just…” she trails off.

“You just what?” I question. “I don’t get it.”

“I can’t leave the pool,” she finally replies.

I just stare at her blankly, not quite understanding what she’s trying to get at.

Finally, Courtney places her hands firmly on the edge of the pool, hoisting herself up and pulling her entire body out of the water to join me poolside. This entire time she’d kept herself half-submerged, and as she reveals her complete form I gasp in shock.

This beautiful moped has the top half of a sentient vehicle and the scaly bottom half of a fish. When the man who checked me in had mentioned it earlier I’d laughed, but now I’m confronted with the undeniable truth of the matter: mermopeds are real.

“We’re hiding out here in the pool while scientists explore the cove,” Courtney explains. “If we stay on the beach they’ll find us, then the interviews will start. Every morning it will be interview after interview after interview, maybe a reality show or two on the side. Cameras everywhere.”

“Or scientists will capture you and dissect you,” I blurt.

Courtney narrows her eyes. “What? No.”

“Oh,” I stammer awkwardly. “That’s just… what happens in most movies.”

“Anyway, we don’t want to be found,” the mermoped explains, “so we’re just staying here for the week and trying to blend in.”

“Well, you’re doing a great job,” I admit. “I never would’ve known. I figured you were just another sentient vehicle on vacation.”

“It’s working out,” Courtney admits, “but there are some drawbacks. Like meeting someone and having to decline their date to keep your secret.”

We sit here by the water in silence for a moment, the tension between us suddenly returning at full force.

“Now you don’t have any more secrets to keep from me,” I finally reply.

“I guess not,” Courtney offers with a grin.

“Wanna come up to my room?” I question.

The mermoped laughs. “And just how do you propose we do that?”

“I’ve got an idea,” I reply.

“Hello there!” I call out to the man at the front desk, “I was just wondering if there’s an extra charge for keeping a moped in my room.”

After looking over the hotel policy, I know very well that there isn’t, but I’m trying to make a show of it anyway.

The man behind the counter looks up to see me putter into the lobby on my perfectly normal moped, the long back half of which is entirely covered in hanging pool towels.

“Is the vehicle sentient?” the man behind the counter questions.

I laugh, knocking three times on the hard body of the moped below me. “This ol’ girl? I wish!”

“There’s no extra charge then,” the man offers. “However, we do ask that all guests keep their vehicles in the parking garage.”

“Huh,” I reply, feigning surprise. “I guess that makes sense. Can you show me in the hotel policy where it says that?”

The man pulls out a thick book of hotel rules and opens it up, looking them over. He flips to the M section and runs his finger down the page, his expression gradually sinking as he goes. I already know that he’ll find no such rule, because I’ve already looked.

Finally, he gives up in defeat. “Looks like there are no rules about keeping mopeds in your room,” he finally replies. “I’ll allow it!”

“Thank you,” I offer with a nod, then rev the engine a bit. “If she could talk I’m sure she’d thank you, too.”

The man behind the counter continues to look us over, his gaze eventually falling onto the towels covering Courtney’s back. “That’s a pretty long moped,” he observes.

I smile. “And thank god! There were no towels in my room so I had to get some from the pool. Don’t worry, I’m still give you guys five stars when I leave. I’m just glad I have a way to get all these towels up there in one trip with my incredibly long, not sentient vehicle that is also not half fish.”

“Me too,” the man replies, “and I’m very sorry to hear about the towels.”

“Not a problem!” I reply, then hit the gas and zoom forward across the lobby, heading down one of the hallways toward the elevator.

I ring Courtney’s bell a few times as I leave, waving to the man as I disappear around the corner.

Once inside the elevator, I climb off my mermoped friend and remove the towels covering her scaly lower half.

“That went perfect,” she tells me, clearly impressed by my plan. “Not weird at all.”

We finally arrive at my floor and make our way down the hall, both of us knowing what’s about to happen but saying nothing as the erotic tension builds. By the time we reach the door to my suite I’m shaking with excitement, barely able to slip my keycard through the reader.

Finally, the door unlocks and Courtney and I burst inside.

The two of us are all over one another in a fit of passion. The mermoped begins by stripping away my clothing and tossing it to the side, revealing my body to the cool night air of the room as a seaside breeze flutters through the open windows.

The mermoped revs her engine and pushes me back until I collapse onto the couch, then rolls up so that’s she’s on top of me. The two of us are making out furiously as our hands explore one another’s bodies, her attention working its way down my exposed form. She starts at my breasts, massaging them gently before moving lower onto my stomach and then lower still.

Eventually, Courtney slips her finger across my wet pussy, causing a soft sigh to escape my throat. I close my eyes and lean back into the cushion behind me, enjoying the sensation of her hand as she gently moves it across my most sensitive area. She works me like this for a good while and then finally takes things to the next level by diving in with her mouth.

The next thing I know, the beautiful mermoped is dragging her tongue slowly across my clit in long, passionate pulls. The movement is playful at first, teasing me a bit before finally moving on to the real thing. Soon enough, she’s tickling me with her rapidly stirring tongue, pulsing this mighty muscle of hers at a perfect tempo.

“Oh my god that feels so fucking good,” I groan, reaching down and putting my hands against the back of her head. I pull her closer toward me, forcing the pressure to escalate even more.

Courtney soon begins to add to her movements, slipping one of her fingers inside of me as she continues to work my body. I feel like putty in her hands, reacting to every push and pull as she drives me closer and closer to the edge of a powerful orgasm.

“Just like that, just like that,” I start to repeat, the words falling out of my mouth in a blissful mantra, ramping up with every passing round until eventually I’m screaming them out at the top of my lungs. “Just like that! Just like that!”

The tension continues to mount until, eventually I just can’t hold back any longer. Soon enough, I’m letting out and powerful scream, my voice filling the hotel room and spilling out across our otherwise quiet resort. The orgasm floods through my body, sizzling my nerves and overwhelming me with potent sensation. It feels as though every muscle within me is expanding and contracting in spastic unison, quaking hard until I finally collapse back against the couch.

I should be exhausted after the journey my body just went through, but I’m not. Instead, I find myself energized by this monumental orgasm, wanting nothing more than to return the favor to my beautiful mermoped companion.

I climb down onto the floor with the half vehicle half fish, rolling around a bit as we kiss and laugh. We’re having a blast.

Eventually, I lay the mermoped back and begin to kiss my way down her body, starting with her gorgeous face and then working my way across Courtney’s shoulders and neck. I move on to her nipples, playing with them a bit and tickling them with my tongue, then continue on my journey across the gorgeous sentient vehicle. Lower and lower I drift until, eventually, I reach her pussy.

I start by kissing it playfully, flirtatious teasing my undersea lover before kicking things into overdrive. When I’m finally ready, I lower myself down and begin to lick her aching clit, taking all the moves she so expertly performed on me and turning them around. Of course, the way that Courtney pleasured me is a perfect roadmap for her preferences, so I start there, lapping away at her clit while she sighs and coos above.

The beautiful mermoped begins to rock her hips in time with the swoops of my tongue, pushing against me and allowing me to move with even more certainty. We quickly fall into sync with one another, starting slow and then gradually picking up speed as the pleasure builds within her.

Soon enough, I’m following Courtney’s lead by slipping my fingers within, moving them in time to create a steady polyrhythm. I can see the first hints of orgasm blossoming within my lover, sensing the way her body trembles and heaves.

It’s not long before the mermoped’s motor begins to rev, the engine roaring louder and louder with every consecutive burst.

“I’m so close!” Courtney screams out, biting her lip as she clenches her stomach tight.

I keep my movements exactly where they are, refusing to alter course on something that’s clearly getting the job done.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” Courtney screams, then suddenly shrieks wildly as the sensation overwhelms her body. She completely loses control, gyrating against the floor as her engine roars and her wheels spin in the air.

When the mermoped finishes she collapses against the ground, utterly exhausted.

“That was amazing,” I gush, pulling her close and kissing her deeply on the lips.

“Agreed,” she replies. “Well worth the risk. Wanna do it again some time?”

“I’m here all week,” I counter with a grin.

Despite my good intentions, I can tell these words hurt Courtney slightly.

“What’s wrong?” I question.

The mermoped shakes her head. “Nothing. I knew you were here on vacation from the start. It’s just something I need to deal with.”

I consider this for a moment. “You know, I like the island life quite a bit. Maybe I’ll find a job out here.”
 “Really?” Courtney questions, her eyes going wide.

“Really,” I reply with a nod. “Let’s see how it goes.”
 The mermoped gives me another kiss and then stands up. “I better get back down to the pool, but let’s meet up again tomorrow.”

“Sounds like a plan,” I reply, climbing to my feet along with her.

The two of us walk over to the door of my suite and throw it over, then stop in our tracks. Standing there with his hand raised, ready to knock and now frozen in place, is the man from downstairs.

“Oh,” the man behind the counter blurts. “I didn’t… we heard screaming and some people were worried.”

“It’s fine,” I assure him, then suddenly realize where his eyes are transfixed.

The man is gazing at Courtney’s mermoped body, her true nature fully revealed.

“Please don’t tell anyone,” Courtney pleads, but he immediately raises his hand to stop her.

“Your secret’s safe with me,” the man replies in a deeply sincere way that makes me instantly believe him. “I won’t tell a soul.”

The hotel worker turns and begins to walk back down the hallway.

“Wait!” I cry out, stopping him in his tracks.

The man turns back around.

“I was wondering,” I begin, “are there any job openings at this hotel?”

The man smiles. “Why? Are you looking?”

I nod.

“Sure,” he continues. “I think you’d make a great receptionist down in the lobby. Drop off a resume in the morning.”

With that, the man continues on his way, eventually rounding the corner and leaving me and Courtney to pull each other close in yet another loving embrace.