Author's Note: Hi, Literotica! I'm Chimera, and this is my first submission. Really excited to be here! This is a pretty much non-edited version of something I wrote for a friend several months ago; I'm mainly posting it to start building up a little library. This was intended to have multiple chapters (spoilers: they'd fuck in the ocean), but I never got around to it. Hope you enjoy!
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The town of Seafoam sat quietly on the Pacific coast just as it always had; the lights of the small town began to flicker on one by one at dusk just as they always had, and the cold ocean waves continued to hit the hearty wooden pillars from the pier above just as they always had. The sun was on the verge of setting completely, coloring the sky in a deep, passionate purple, as usual; the locally-owned stores and small businesses began to wind down their days, as usual. And, just as he did as dusk fell each night before, Vince Andersen zipped down the street toward the dock.
The nonthreatening and routine nature of Seafoam never sat well with Vince; he hungered for some kind of activity, any sort of new and challenging endeavor running through his veins, something that kept his life moving, different, and engaging. Vince's life had come to a staggering halt when school ended; his friends had all decided what to do with their lives, and moved on from the comforting familiarity of Seafoam. As a young and exceptional student, however, Vince's bright mind had landed him perhaps too many opportunities beyond his unremarkable confines; Vince found himself unable to decide on a college or major because he felt pressured to choose just one, and his aversion to routine wasn't doing him any favors. So, Vance found himself taking a year off in Seafoam, and he was unable to determine whether it was more or less preferable to stay caught in the town's gears than walking into daunting uncertainty. But wasn't that what he wanted? More than anything, Vince was simply confused; he didn't quite know what he wanted, so he stayed behind. So here he was again, skateboarding down to the same old dock, watching the same old sun set behind the same old dark ocean with a dead look in his eyes and headphones pumping a smooth song into his brain as he rolled on, wheels sliding atop asphalt and concrete, aching for a change.
Vince sailed through a suburb and out of a small group of shops that spat him close to the pier, which was already bustling with nightlife though the sun had just barely set. Preferring to stay by himself, however, Vince went to his usual spot on the tiny lonesome dock that stretched from the boardwalk seamlessly onto the water. The old platform never had much activity other than Vince himself in the nighttime, since seafaring vessels had favored a more technologically sophisticated and overall larger dock on the other side of the pier, and so it had become not much more than a place to sit and think, which was fine if Vince had anything to say about it. Vince glided up onto the dock and slowed to a halt just before he reached the end, skidding sideways and ultimately plopping himself down to sit on the weathered planks, his feet dangling from the edge above the pulsing ocean. Something splashed in the distant ocean, but Vince was too busy untangling his headphones and changing the song on his iPod to notice.
Far off into the water, the top of a frail head poked out onto the surface, so that its eyes could see Vince sitting on the dock, but darted back under anxiously. Below those dark ocean waters was a mythical creature feared and fabled for centuries, the picture of supernatural grace, and she was horny out of her mind.
Cora was one of the tragically few mermaids in existence at her time, as the birthrate for her species had mysteriously begun to shift from perfectly bigender to predominantly female, which baffled the remaining older generations to no end. Being some of the only intelligent and magical creatures in the entire ocean, however, the merpeople found that they could only truly take care of themselves at the end of the day, and so the numbers of their kind had begun to significantly dwindle. Cora was part of the newer generations of merfolk who had been mostly female, and in their small societies and clans scattered throughout the vast ocean, she had an enormous amount of pressure on her to find a mate, as well as all merfolk at the time. With their numbers low, however, Cora's chances of even meeting a merman were, so far, completely unsuccessful.
