Dear reader, this is a work of erotic adventure fiction, containing furry, anthropomorphic animals with human intelligence having sex with our human hero. If this isn't for you, please read my other stories.
All characters, furry or otherwise, are over eighteen.
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After leaving Clair, dumfounded in bed at midnight, Tom ran along the cliff path towards Mermaid's Cove. With it being so late, he didn't have to worry about Captain Brown or his wife seeing him. Although, it would have been hard to convince them that he wasn't going against the top dog's wishes and leaving the confines of the village.
Even after all his walking, as he tried to run, his boots felt like lead, holding him back, then something clicked inside and energy ran through him. Whether it was cat or dog nanobots in his blood stream taking over, he didn't care, but he sped up. Sometimes he dropped from two legs onto all fours with his hands, scampering along the ground, which seemed more natural and definitely quicker.
Soon he reached the area above the cove and he easily jumped over the fallen tree to walk down the path to the cove below. The cove was empty, but Tom continued down the steps, cut into the cliff to reach the dark beach. His cat's eye vision cut in to give him a perfect view of the area. In the moonlight, he could have read a book, but he couldn't see any sign of Pisces, the mermaid princess.
He looked out seaward through the narrow inlet and noticed ripples on the water, funnelling towards the beach. He walked down to meet the peak of the ripples as Pisces raised her head above the water with an urgent look on her face.
"Where've you been Tom? I've been waiting?"
"I'm sorry. I don't have a wristwatch, let alone a moon watch."
"Strip off, quickly..."
"What? No chatting, no foreplay, just straight into sex?"
"No, shush. Something is happening further along the coast. You need to strip off to swim with me so we can see what is happening."
Tom untied his bootlaces and removed his clothes, as he asked, "Like what?"
"I was sitting here waiting, then heard motors, like a fishing boat, but they wouldn't be out this late."
"I can't hear anything?"
"Under the water, silly. You need to be quiet, as our voices will carry over the water once we are out beyond the rocks of the inlet."
Tom stepped out of his boxers and threw them and his T-shirt further up the beach to reach his boots, as he was already stepping into the water. His instinct resisted entering the uninviting cold water. Pisces eyed him up and down. Pleased at what she saw, not just between his legs, but also the gold chain necklace, still around his neck with the shell whistle her father had awarded him.
Pisces beckoned him to join her, looking as lovely as the first time they met. Her long black hair trailed down over her shoulders, barely hiding her ample naked breasts. Her blue rubbery skin matched the moonlit water as she slipped further out, fanning herself backwards with her arms and tail floating in front of her, now frustrated, still beckoning him to go deeper.
Once thigh-deep, Tom held his breath and took the plunge. The initial coldness wasn't so bad and he followed Pisces out. At first, his breaststroke could barely keep her in sight, but he remembered to copy her swimming technique, butterfly stroke style, with her arms trailing behind her and kicking with her tail. He mimicked her tail movements with his two legs, finding more power than individual kicks.
His cat's eye night vision worked as well below water as above, so he could follow Pisces, as she continued to swim underwater. Tom's need to continue breathing hampered him, but the further they swam, the easier it became. He could reduce the number of breaths he needed and yet could swim faster.
Mermaid's cove was well behind them as Pisces swam in close to a large rock holding onto the seaweed clinging to the rock. Tom swam in close enough for them to touch, her blue rubbery skin sending ripples of excitement through him. Pisces pointed to a dark area beyond the rocks.
Tom's eyes adjusted, and he could see a flat rubber dingy moving along the cliff. The dingy carried three dark shadowy figures. The dingy disappeared between two rocks and Pisces kicked off the rock to follow it. Tom caught up with her, clinging to hide behind another rock, but this time he could rest his knees on the bottom.
He peered over the rock, he recognised the beach with the ruined, overgrown fisherdogs house that he and Becky had been at earlier that day, or was it now yesterday? On the beach was the unmistakable feline, white-furred form of Balthazar, the village bureaucrat.
Two of the figures jumped out of the dingy to pull it up onto the beach and then the third got out. The third dark figure was large and stocky, wearing a hooded gown, similar to a monk, but the other two pulled their hoods off to search around, looking for any witnesses. Pisces gasped in obvious recognition of the two bare-headed animals looking like large weasels.
The monk walked up the beach to Balthazar, leaving the two weasels at the dingy. Balthazar and the monk met and talked for a period. Balthazar then showed the monk the list Tom had given him earlier that evening. The monk pulled his hood off to read the list, exposing his head, with two white stripes.
Pisces grabbed Tom, holding him tightly as this was obviously the badger Brock, the pirate and villain. He read the list, laughed, and then read it again. He shook his head and laughed, loud enough for Tom and Pisces to hear him clearly.
"This list of equipment shows that they know nothing. Give them what they want, as they will learn nothing. I have someone coming who will put a stop to this," said Brock, his voice full of menace and guttural.
He handed Balthazar the list back, and they continued to speak at length, in low voices, which Tom couldn't hear clearly. Afterwards, Brock pulled his hood up and returned to the dingy, sitting in it as the two weasels pushed it out, keeping their boss dry but getting their feet wet.
Balthazar disappeared into the undergrowth, not following the coastal path but going straight inland. The dingy and its occupants turned and headed out. Rather than swimming out, Pisces pushed Tom's head beneath the water and they both watched the dingy pass them by from beneath the surface.
When Tom and Pisces raised their noses above the water, Tom didn't need to gasp in a breath of air, despite being underwater for multiple Mississippi counts. They watched the dingy move along the coast, but rather than heading directly out to sea, it headed for a low, long rectangular unnatural looking rock.
"I don't recognise that rock," Pisces whispered to Tom, in a barely audible voice.
The three figures stepped off the dingy onto the rock. Brock disappeared into the rock as if he were going down a ladder. The two weasels pulled the dingy onto the rock, working their way around the deflating dingy as they flattened and folded it up, rolling it into a cavity in the rock.
The pair lifted a hinged cover over the dingy cavity. Then, like closing a holiday suitcase, the one stood on the door, as the other pulled heavy catches to secure it. The two weasels sank down the stairway into the rock. The dark rectangular rock moved away and then submerged.
