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Fishtale -3- Fishy Forever? - MB and JM
🕑 Added 2025-10-18 15:28:16 +0000 UTCWhat the hell? I have a tail? A… a… a fish tail? My brain must be oxygen-starved and this is my final hallucination. I floated in the murky half-darkness of the water. Above me were waves. Waves from under the sea. Drowning sure was taking a long time.
Moving my tail caused me to flip underwater. With a flick of my tail, I started to swim to the surface. My tail. This is crazy. I should have finished drowning by now.
Strands of blonde hair drifted in front of my face. My hair isn’t that long. And shouldn’t I be dead? But breathing was easy. That’s when I noticed my hands. Long slender fingers on smallish hands attached to slender arms. While Mr. Universe, I’m not, I have at least some muscle. I looked down and holy shit.
I have boobs. Bewbs. Each nipple covered by a small shell tied around my back with a thin, small rope. I touched one. It’s real. It’s me. My long blonde hair drifted about my shoulders. About mid-way down my torso, the skin changed to fish scales with what should be legs merging into a billowy tail. It’s official. I’m insane.
I started to swim towards the surface. As I went, I discovered I could spin and do somersaults and flips. I giggled in joy and heard my girlish voice. Then it dawned on me. That stupid fish turned me into a mermaid! I’m grateful not to have drowned, but couldn’t Lemuel just put me on the shore? I need to get to the surface and notify the authorities.
“Now just the facts, miss,” said the cop who looked oddly like Erik Estrada. “A talking fish named Lemuel turned you into a mermaid? Can you verify this?” I giggled some bubbles and splashed him with my tail as I dove under the waves. He wasn’t real anyway.
I laughed as I dived deeper and spun. Being insane is fun.
Or is it?
I popped my head above the water, not far from the beach and saw several police cars and a dozen uniformed cops all talking to the dudes. A police diver flipped-flopped his way past the shore. A sudden bolt of fear shot through me. I can’t let them see me! With a flip of my tail, I dove below the waves.
I swam furiously away from the shore to gain some distance. After a minute or two, I stopped and just floated in the depths. I doubted the diver would come this far out.
Why was I afraid of being seen? I was starting to puzzle on that when I saw a fish flick past me. I shouted in my girlie voice, “Dude! Lemuel! Wait!”
The fish continued on, ignoring me. I swam after him, my tail propelling me fast towards the little fish. “Lemuel!” I shouted. Underwater. At a fish. How did sound even work underwater? While my voice was all high and girly, it did sound like a voice sounded in air. How did that even work?
Then Lemuel zagged just as I zigged, and I grabbed him. Pathetically, he said, “Please don’t eat me, beautiful maiden.”
My anger evaporated, and I felt myself blush. I wanted to giggle, but I asked, “Do you really think I’m beautiful?”
Lemuel looked like he was sweating. Can a fish sweat underwater? Lemuel smiled. “But of course! Your beauty is extraordinary. May I take my leave?”
While I don’t get complimented for my beauty by magic fish every day, I held the tiny fish tighter and shouted, “No! Look, you mangy mackerel, you did this to me, now change me back. Now!”
The fish shrugged, which was an amazing trick and said, “But fair maiden, I don’t know how. I’m just a magic fish that grants wishes and desires. You didn’t want to die, so I just did what I could in order to keep you from drowning. Please let me go?”
I felt a wave of depression flow over me. I looked down at my tits. I’m a mermaid forever. I couldn’t take my eyes off my tits. You know, there are worse things. I loosened my grip on the fish.
Just before darting off into the murky blackness of the ocean, Lemuel said, “Seek out the Titans. They’re your people now.” And he was gone.
The Titans? Who are the Titans? How the hell am I going to find them? Were they big people? Maybe they’d be hard to miss…
Slender arms curled around me, and soft lips pressed against my cheek. A mermaid swam in front of me while another continued to caress me.
“Look, my king,” said the mermaid in front of me. “There’s a new one.”
I heard a deep male voice chuckle. I turned and saw a large, muscular mer…man? He actually wore a freaking crown and held a trident.
In a deep, resonant voice, the merman said, “A new one for the harem.”
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Copyright © 2025 by Melanie Brown and Joyce Melton
Comments
J.E. Melton
Good question :)
Michelle Kurtz
How will she take it
Erin Halfelven at BigCloset
Hmm. :)
Ilena O'Connor
Nice chapter, I think Finn may have some Gender issues and that's why she's a mermaid.
