Underwater currents looked or at least appeared to me about the same as the rest of the ocean. In other words, I couldn’t see them. Their presence, however, bored down on me as did their slosh.
Sound worked in mysterious ways in this ocean! Yeah, not really. Sound was faster in water, so I heard things faster and sometimes, from a distance. I instinctively assumed things were closer than they were; hadn’t quite gotten accustomed.
So, imagine my surprise, when I witnessed a literal snake-stream roar through the seas, and vibrating from its roar miles away.
That thing was fucking huge! The only reason I wasn’t frigging screaming my ass off was because I knew it wasn’t a real snake. How? Snakes couldn’t possibly be that fucking huge and so white, right? RIGHT!?
I gulped a bit of seawater and somehow managed to keep my gills from going overboard. Could have sworn the other two were going through similar shit. But oh well….
The closer we got, the weirder the ocean became. The sound, similar to that of a waterfall, or a raging river during flood season. No fish or lifeforms nearby; just water and darkness.
We were meters away from the current. I couldn’t see what was inside the current: It was so frighteningly furious and white. But I got a feel of what would happen. Aka… we’d be torn to shreds. Fucking shreds!
The water cruised at what, like a few hundred miles per hour? We would definitely be shredded if not crushed.
Despite all that, me, the mermaid, and the fishman exchanged glances and before I knew it, they’d dragged me straight into the fucking tornado of a sea twister!
Slosh! Huh-
Cuts. Cuts erupted all over my body and they hurt! Fast waves. Barely any chance to breathe. My lungs screamed, my gills flared, my ears threatened to rupture.
Death awaited.
Eyes closed: didn’t want to lose them. They’d let go of me… so I was more or less alone. Or so I thought for a second but something warm held on to me- no, not quite. Not held, perse. I suppose the mermaid caught me in her web. I never asked her about it. Didn’t seem appropriate considering where it came out from….
But yeah, despite the cuts, despite the pressure, despite the sound… I was relieved. To the point where I shielded my eyes with my arm and opened them.
Vibrant white. Bubbly, piercing.
The slosh and splash, rubbed against my eardrums, forcing me to wince.
High speed, really fast. Probably faster than an F1.
Yet… so fucking beautiful.
Lungs on fire!
A constant thrust but this was still way, way too fast. The fishman and Roksha were both here and they were trying to shield me. Protect me from what? Debris. There was a whole bunch here; left over fish, bones, random shit.
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The pressure was too much though; blood pooled on my face and leaked out through my nose and ears, and even from my eyes. Couldn’t breathe, like not at all. Consciousness melted. Sooner or later, I’d go out cold. But… but I couldn’t. I was their shot out of the current. I had to stay sane, I had to stay awake.
I had to!
Yet… it went dark. No, no, no!
A minute longer, just a minute longer. We’re almost there-
I couldn’t go out now, if I went out now, we were all going to die.
NO!
A tug-
Huh? My vision had gone blank but I could still move my hands a bit. My head went numb, I couldn’t breathe but… Even if it’s early-
But…
I inched closer to the other two and splash! How? Didn’t matter.
The pressure lessoned… I fainted.
***
By the time I opened my eyes, we’d neared a city. A rather big one at that too; roughly ten-twenty kilometers in radius. More than a hundred or so in area. Probably.
Carried like a newlywed bride. By the fishman… anyway, “Did we make out okay?” I said, and gulped down a heaping pile of water in the process. The water flowed out of my gills but it was still a pain talking outside safe zone. No, it was a pain talking in general. Nose clogged, throat sore; body more than just cut.
The mermaid nodded with a smile.
Saw a city, but it was still in the distance. Hundreds of mermaids hunting or, patrolling? Some mermaids escorted us. And just as Alustur had said, they really were all women. None of them wore tops. They had open breasts (which technically were covered by a layer of scales). Sadly, no nipples or shell bras.
So, harpoon and spears… I was disappointed and I didn’t even know why.
Sigh.
The big mermaids led us to an entrance of sorts that connected the outside of the safe zone to the inside. This particular safe zone’s outside barrier was a bit different than the ones I’d seen before. Glowed a pale blue: Sturdy maybe.
“Welcome back my lady,” the leading mermaid said as we entered.
The pressure lifted immediately and finally, I could breathe!
Cough! Cough!
I coughed up some blood. Yeah, maybe high-pressure low-pressure circumstances really wasn’t the best way to live life.
I’d already figured our mermaid friend was a hotshot. Hopefully, these people would forget I kidnaped their kid and be grateful that I saved her life and brought her back.
And hopefully they’d be grateful enough to help me too.
“Before we proceed,” the big breasted mermaid faced me and the fishman. “Are they your guests?”
Three mermaids were just behind us too. They weren’t as well-endowed as the one in front. Come to think of it, she had a rather nice face too.
Mermaids are generally beautiful, noted.
“Yes. And this boy is my savoir: Sol. He’s saved my life,” Roksha said.
“I see,” the mermaid took me in her arms and carried me like a baby. I had an impulse to pat her exposed, or seemingly exposed jugs but opted not to. You’re a frigging child, act like one!
But didn’t children love boobs too!
Ahem…
“Thank you,” the mermaid whispered under her breath.
Huh?
Before I could ask questions, we were already floating toward the center of the city.
Mermaid houses were made of coral and they had roads. I thought there were only mermaids here but I was wrong. They had other types of fishman. Like fishmen with actual fishy face, not like our Hermon friend who just looked like a predator.
Octopus girl… I gulped and stared at the tentacled walking lady, and her four hanging jugs with their exposed bits. I suppose octopi girls didn’t have a protective layer over their bits? Cause I could have sworn I saw the bottom hole too… very exposed. A faint blush on her face; leaking bits of ink.
“Nothing beats the sight of a freshly-bred Octomaid,” the fishman said, with a smug face no less.
With great pain I steered my vision away. “Why do fishman even need breasts,” I managed to mumble out.
“We descended from ancient humans,” the lead mermaid said. “And humans worship breasts.”
I nodded. Absolutely!
[A/n]
Did you notice anything different about this chapter?
Oh and I know Sol's a bit horny in this chapter but that's because I was really into a let's just say, not safe game that day and that might or might not have leaked into the chapter a bit. Shouldn't be a thing in the future chapters.