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.
Hopefully, you have read chapter 7, as it all leads up to this...
All characters, furry or otherwise, are over eighteen.
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Pisces, the mermaid princess and Tom, the super sex toy human, swam on to Mermaid's cove to find the canine Thomas, the fishing boat captain, still waiting for him in the torrential rain on the clifftop. His face lit up as Tom swam in, making it look a lot easier than when he left. Thomas ran down the cliff steps to greet Tom and Pisces on the tiny portion of beach left.
"Hi, Pisces, Tom, you survived?"
Thomas shouted, staying clear of the breakers.
"Captain Brown is safe. The Mermen are taking him to Fisherdog cottage beach. You need to meet them there."
"But... You couldn't have swum all the way out there and back in this weather?"
The impossibility of the feat surprised Thomas.
"Can you keep a secret?"
Tom laughed, as this seemed to be one of many today.
Thomas nodded, but wasn't sure what to expect. Tom looked at Pisces, then back at Thomas, as he flicked his tail up in the air... Doing a handstand underwater, waving his tail in the air, as breakers crashed over him. He flipped and saw Thomas with his mouth open, jaw on the floor.
"You've grown a tail?"
"Don't worry, it's temporary... I've done it before. Now go, you need help to get the Captain home. I'll catch up as soon as I can get my legs back."
Thomas shook his head, not sure of what he just witnessed, turned and ran back up the cliff, to disappear over the undergrowth to run along the coast, gathering fisherdogs along the way, to help the exhausted Captain Brown, the top dog of the village.
"You'll have to hurry before the tide cuts off your opportunity to dissolve that tail."
Pisces pointed at the waterfall streaming down the cliff, landing on what remained of the little beach, as the tide threatened to cover the beach with saltwater. Tom beached himself, then still clutching the sonar lantern, flopped himself over to sit under the icy stream of water that was now cascading down off the cliff.
Pisces remained in the sea, bobbing up and down, fighting the swell, but struggling to remain in the tiny cove.
"I'm going to have to go. I can't stay in this swell much longer."
She blew him a kiss and only had to move across for the current to pull her out into the foaming seas, giving one last flick of her tail as she disappeared into the foaming seas.
Tom sat patiently in the freshwater as it poured down on him, gradually getting colder and colder, whilst wishing for his tail to dissolve and fall off. The tide was still creeping up the rest of the beach, with larger waves now reaching the base of the waterfall.
Tom lay down and raised his tail, resting his fin on the cliff, so the freshwater ran along its length, as his shoulders caught the odd wave of saltwater. It wasn't a comfortable position to sit in whilst cold, but Tom tried to while away the time, wondering what we could do if his tail doesn't fall off.
Tom fought the freshwater stream pouring down on him from the cliff above and the washing seas across the beach. Frustrated, knowing his feet and legs remained trapped inside his tail. He hoped it would dissolve soon to release him. As Tom explored options, a wave crashed over him, submerging his head as he breathed in, causing him to cough and splutter as he gasped for air.
His automatic reaction was to leap to his feet so he could breathe. As he fought for breath, he realised he was standing on his bare feet. His tail had ripped, now falling off him, encouraged by him brushing the scales and skin off him, until he was standing naked on the pebbles, knee-deep in the sea.
Tom stubbed his toes more than once as he made his way to the cliff steps and climbed up, searching the undergrowth for the nook in the cliff. He found the deep gap and pulled his boots out, glad to get socks and boots on his feet.
He wished he had left his boots until last, as he threaded his boots through his boxers and then his shorts, trying not to get either wet, even though he was still wet through from the rain. His T-shirt was a relief then the coat Thomas had lent him. Rather than wander around with the sonar lantern, he stored it in the cliff alcove.
Now protected from the wind with his coat on, despite being wet underneath, he felt warmer and made his way further up the cliff. His instinct was to head for the fisherdog's cottage beach, but they would have landed and left by now, so he headed back to Dogwatch Cove.
Several fisherdogs were standing outside Captain Brown's house and were pleased to see Tom, patting him on the back and allowing him to enter. Once inside, he took his coat off, but was still wet. Margaret appeared and gave him a hug.
"Thomas and Edgar told me what you've done... Thank you for bringing Edgar home to us."
She pulled Tom into a front room, where Thomas and Edgar sat in front of a fire, both with mugs of tea.
"Hi, how are you feeling, Captain?"
"Much better now I'm home and feeling my bones again."
He motioned for Tom to join them nearer the fire. Tom didn't need to be asked twice, moving forward to close in on the fire, hoping to dry his clothes. The fire was obviously some facsimile, but thankfully, it pumped heat out.
"Tom, I'll tell you what I've told Thomas... There is to be no retribution against Balthazar."
"You're mad. He sent you to your death."
"We don't know that. I hit something submerged."
"Wake up and smell the coffee... You were nowhere near the island rock... We know Brock has a submarine... That sonar lantern thing ensured you could not call for help from the Merpeople. They didn't want you to return. They have a plan, and you're not part of it."
From behind them, there was a gasp and Margaret ran to stand behind Captain Brown's chair, wrapping her arms around him in a hug.
"Is that right Edgar?" She asked.
Edgar's mouth remained shut, so Tom spoke up.
"Yes... What is it with this world? It's all unicorns and rainbows and yet when things go to shit you can't see it for what it is."
"Now, now Tom, we don't have unicorns here, whatever they are."
Thomas now spoke up. "Edgar, I fear Tom is right... I think he has a perspective we lack... We have to be on our guard... All of us."
"Okay. I need to speak with the King, until then, no retribution against Balthazar, either of you."
Edgar glared at Tom and Thomas.
"Can you also tell him about what we talked about? There is more at stake here."
