In the not-so distant future on a wild planet similar to Earth, our hero, a macrophile, struggles to find meaning in his job. Soon, his whole world changes when he meets one of the women of
that planet's shallow seas...
I'd like to say I was selected for the mission because I already have the implants. One in my throat allows me to communicate in water as I would in air, and one that's in my ear can do the same thing in reverse. But really, I figure it's because my boss caught me jerking off in the company shower.
It's long hours and brutal work. Delivering clandestine packages to clients in a number of absurd locales has perks, of course, but more than anything, a courier's job is awful, first and foremost. I'm entitled to a longer shower. Longer than 10 minutes anyway.
At least warn me before you come in and turn the water off.
I thought about that while I slid into the ocean, and the damn grin on my boss's stupid face. I can't believe he asked me what was so arousing in that meeting where he gave me this assignment.
"Nothing, sir," I sighed.
"It had to have been something!"
He laughed this big and dusty laugh, then slid over the papers. Deliver 3 quarts of Pink Psychoplasm to such and such location off the coast of Flyman's Reef. Too covert to send a boat, too trackable. You know this shit's experimental, and illegal. Client's probably a supervillain; don't ask questions and we won't get nailed with as much liability in the event that you get caught.
"And remember: the Merfolk there are known to be aggressive, and they take whatever the hell they want," he said. "Don't let anybody know of your delivery, but
especially
not any of the Mer if they approach you. I know how dangerous it is out there, so don't be a jackass."
I almost laughed.
Hey, here's this really dangerous thing you're doing for no thanks. Have fun out there.
"Anything else?" I asked.
"Just keep your fucking head on, Slim."
I shook my head. One day I'll have a better job than this.
At least the sun was out today, the light flickering down below the waves. The reef bustled with life: fish swam by and eels poked their heads out of the folds between the coral, jellyfish were drifting. I really like the ocean, and seeing the Mer women is often nice, as well. They're beautiful, if prone to getting violent with each other. It can be a little scary when they're fighting over space--or their next meal.
The ocean's not the problem. Not at all.
It's just real dead-end, the courier thing. One of these days, I know I'm gonna slip it up. And then I'll be in jail or maybe dead.
I swam onward, following the coordinates. I saw the shadows of two Mer pass overhead, the woman's body dwarfing her male partner. Common stuff for most species. I felt a little jealous, being human.
Though, both were still bigger than me. I paddled quietly, descending towards the seabed where I'd be less visible, and less disruptive of the Merfolks' preferred space. I wondered what the client would do with the Pink Psychoplasm: how it'd change them, what effects that'd have. It always leaves a splash, no matter what.
If you want to know what I was jerking off to, by the way, it's this giantess porn video that I've committed to memory. That stuff drives me wild. Just been my thing since I was young.
A shadow passed over the sun. I looked up, seeing an enormous silhouette, and moving fast. I didn't get a clear look, but it appeared to be a swordfish, sleek and focused. Chasing prey. The crashing waves above were adding to the awesomeness of its display of power. Moving left, then right, and turning on a dime, all in an instant. Spearing fish and swallowing them whole.
I laughed to myself.
Spectacular location. Lovely real estate, truly. Just mind the neighbors
.
I felt something hard crash into my back. I was nearly paralyzed with shock and pain.
I turned, adrenaline pumping through me, to find another huge fish: stocky, over six feet long. No teeth, like a grouper back on Earth.
It opened and closed its jaws at me, fanning with aggression. I tried to keep my eyes on it and backed away slowly. Then it charged again. It nailed me in the stomach.
I doubled over, seeing stars. I had no idea how much of the reef it would protect like this, but I had to make it as far away as possible.
I swam for real this time, as fast as I was able to. I felt it chasing me, its slimy head occasionally grazing me. My heart was pounding, terrified that it would rupture the Pink Psychoplasm tanks.
Then, a huge torrent of water moved me far ahead, and I looked back. It was the swordfish, up above me, grouper flailing on its spear. Only, it wasn't a swordfish, but a woman: a huge Mermaid, the spear rising way up above her head.
I caught my breath, then bowed to her. "Thank you for saving me," I trembled.
She looked down at me, finding my eyes, then lower, to my body. The woman smirked, licking her lips, the blood pooling around her face.
"No problem, Legs," she smiled. "I was hungry."
She was unimaginably beautiful.
Her eyes were two dark pools slanting with curiosity at me. Her gills along the inside of her neck opened and closed, unfurling long, elegant fronds, and then contracting. Her body glimmered bright with silver fins and deep blue lines that ran along her, from her jawline to her tail, which fanned out to a deadly crescent moon. That tail was thick with muscle, casting waves each time she moved. Her grin revealed a row of silent daggers in her mouth.
She had to be over thirteen feet long.
The fish struggled in place against the spear, its black blood forming clouds within the water. That long, impossibly sharp weapon rose above the woman's head before returning down. At its base, it widened to a mass bulking her shoulders: a heap of flesh, heart-shaped, contracting tight, and then relaxing. Pure muscle. I figured that must be the way she's able to control it in the water, and to help her steer her body as she swims.
I shuddered at the thought of being pierced.
She lowered her head, reaching up to pull the grouper off her spear. In seconds, she'd consumed it. Everything but the tail.
She looked at me, then to the fish tail floating in the water. She held it in between her fingers and reached out to me. "Do you want any?" she said.
I shook my head, still awestruck. "You can finish it."
She nodded. "Thank you," swallowing it whole. "I need a lot to help maintain my figure."
"I'd imagine," I said, blushing.
Her smile widened. "Do you like my size, little one?"
Another gush of hot blood filled my cheeks, and I grew hard. I nodded, looking away from her.
"Don't worry," she whispered. "
I do too
."
She pulled me close to her. I felt her breathe. "I
love
how big I am."
"You do?"
She took my hand and guided me to feel her abs. She flexed them, and I felt the muscle underneath explode with potency. "My size is power, little one. It's beautiful. When I wake up, I see the other fish inside the reef. I'm confident that any one I take will be consumed. I'm bigger than the other males who live here. Bigger even than the other females too. I'm
very
dominant. Nothing here can really challenge me; I'm fucking
apex
."
She looked at me in lust, taking my wrist. She slid me into her. "Feel how wet that makes me, little one."