Every day I'm up at 5.30 and get my hour walk in before the rest of the world. Not that there's that many people at my beach anyway, especially in late winter, early spring. I said my beach, but of course it's a public beach. It's just the beach that runs close by my home, on the other side of the high dunes. The beach is not very popular with sun lovers as it's not white sand and there are a lot of inlets going quite a bit inland through valleys between the dunes. But nature lovers love it because of all the different birds and crabs and what all not.



I'm here for my peace and nature lovers are typically quiet so that works well. I'm in my fifties and my kids are grown and started their own families. I always thought I would grow old with my wife but she had different ideas when the kids had all left the house and she was right behind them. Last I heard she remarried again, good for her. But I like the freedom I have now, I can work from home, and my house has everything I need.



But from the moment I moved here I have kept the beach clean. It was bad the first few months and even now, with no people visiting, a lot of crap and plastic washes ashore.

Since it's still dark I have my flashlight on me. But I'm pretty sure I could find my path in the dark, so often have I walked it. The inlets collect a lot of plastic bottles and I have to step in the water to get them out. It's 3 feet deep top, mostly less, so my thigh high rubber boots work well.



Sometimes I find animals in problems. Stuck in a piece of plastic or covered in oil. Or a fish wire around a leg or a tail. And when I heard some splashing I figured it was a fish in trouble or something. I shone my flashlight and realized this is a big one, maybe a baby dolphin. It has happened before. Stuck in a net I could see but the rest was underwater so I got in and got my knife out to start cutting. In the beam of light I tried to estimate the size of it and suddenly I gasped. It seemed like a body, a human body. A woman, covered by what must be weeds and dirt.



I started hacking at the net and when I brushed the body it moved violently and the tail slapped the water. And just then her eyes opened and it was a look of pure fear. And suddenly it dawned on me, this woman should have been dead, being underwater for so long. And the trashing fish tail was part of her. Impossible but this had to be a mermaid.



Still, she was stuck and hurt. And trying to comfort her I showed the knife and then held it against the net. When she closed her eyes again I concentrated on the net and piece by piece I cut it open. I got closer and closer to her tail as the net was wrapped around it. She stopped her trashing and laid still which allowed me to unwrap the net while cutting it away. It was impossible not to touch her and when I felt the scales I felt a jolt as well. I thought it was her reaction to my touch but she was dead still. It felt slimy like a fish but rubbing along the scales it felt soft.



I had to get under her tail and by now I was soaked in the cold water. I carefully lifted her tail but it was heavy. At least I could pull the netting now but I had to be careful not to pull it across her skin as it would rip the scales off. I don't know how I managed in the dark but finally I had her tail free. There was quite some blood where the net had cut into her skin. I had my arms under her and slowly she floated to the surface. I noticed a few things. First, her upper body. With mermaids I guess the general idea is that the upper body is human, with human skin in contrast to the scales on the fishtail. But this mermaid had scales all over, although the upper body clearly human, with very generous breasts. The scales stopped at her neck so only her face had human skin and it was pretty but dirty and very tired looking.

Her hair was a complete mess, totally tangled and that didn't help her looks.

I noticed the webbing between her fingers before I saw her wrist under a weird angle. That had to be broken.



Her eyes were open again and all I could think of that she looked weak, very weak. I felt in my pocket where I knew I had a bar of chocolate. It was as soaked as I was but after I had the wrapper off I could break off a piece. I tried to give it to her but she seemed clueless what to do with it. I broke off another piece and slowly put it in my mouth. The sweetness hit me hard after all of the salt water that had sipped into my mouth. But she got the idea now and slowly put her piece in her mouth as well. The look on her face was one of disbelief. Then it relaxed just slightly as she sucked on the sweetness.



I tried to sit her down a bit with the idea of facing her back to the ocean. I figured if I could get her back in the deep she may be able to swim to her family who can hopefully fix her wrist. But in the move my face got very close to hers and she suddenly attacked. All I could think of was that she would tear her teeth in my neck and rip it and suck my blood. Instead, her lips met mine, and her tongue went in my mouth. It was still sweet from the chocolate and it found the few bits still in my own mouth and her agile tongue grabbed hold of them and moved it back in her own mouth.



I felt a similar jolt as before when I touched her tail for the first time. A thought formed in my mind and it wasn't mine: Thanks.

The other thing I felt was pain and somehow I knew it was hers, though by now I was so cold myself that it was painful. We had to move. I grabbed her by her good hand and slowly started pulling her towards the ocean. She was clearly very weak and she couldn't help very much. But we moved, step by step. At some point she squeezed my hand a bit and when I looked at her she pointed her bad hand at her mouth. I gave her another piece of chocolate and she wanted me to take some as well.



She kissed me again and I felt more thanks and a tiny bit of relief. Still we needed to move again. The last stretch was hard as it was not deep enough for her to stay underwater. It was much harder to pull her through without hurting her more. But there were some waves coming in that helped me pull her through.



Finally in the ocean we ate the last chocolate and by now I was shivering in the cold. I pulled her deeper but it seemed like she had no power to swim. And then she puked but thank goodness, the waves cleared it out quickly. I imagine she's just not used to chocolate.

She suddenly poked a finger in the inside of my hand and the sharp nail actually drew blood. And in the sudden pain I felt her cry for help. Then she passed out.



I did not have a lot of time to make a decision. I was frozen to the bone now and had to get out of the water or I may pass out here as well. I pulled her back to the beach which was much harder now that her body was so still. While in the water I tried to carry her in my arms but it was too heavy. Her tail was much longer than a woman's legs would normally be.



I could only think of one thing. While still in the water I took my coat off and then my sweater and I pulled it over her head and then down her body as good as I could. I put my coat back on over my naked chest. Then I positioned myself under her in the water and lifted her up on my shoulder. Her upper body hung down over my back and her tail down my chest, almost hitting the bottom. I closed my coat as good as I could over the tail, protecting her from the cold wind. Then I walked.



It was hard when I got out of the water but I managed. It normally would take me just ten minutes to reach home but it took me now more than half an hour. I was exhausted but I knew if I would stop to sit and rest I would never be able to get up again. The last stretch, climbing up the dunes to reach my home behind it, were gut wrenching but the fact it had to be tougher on her kept me going.



When I reached my deck I considered for a moment to dump her in the jacuzzi but I worried that maybe the water would be too warm for her. So I carried her inside to the master bathroom where I have a large bathtub. Carefully I lowered her down in the tub and let the water run on her, not fully cold but definitely not too warm either. I was still very cold and the water in the tub made my fingers tingle.



When all but her head was finally submerged I gave myself time to take a shower. I started in the same cool water, then slowly upped the temperature until finally the tingling stopped. I washed myself and rinsed off and after drying I got some warm clothes on me. Feeling capable again it was time to concentrate on the mermaid.



While in the shower I had contemplated what to do and I first made some food. I had a few cans of sardines and I mashed it all in a pan until it was a smooth mass. I considered adding some black pepper and mayonnaise but decided against it. This would be all natural.

Then I located my first aid kit and confirmed I had a strap in there that I had used a year ago or so when I had sprained my wrist. There was also rubbing alcohol and a good amount of antibiotic cream. Together with a bottle of water I took it all to the bathroom. The woman was still out.



First the easiest part. I ripped the wet sweater from her body. Then I pulled the wrap over her wrist and set it tightly. I realized that I may have to get a doctor to do it right. I inspected her whole upper body and found a few scratches that I cleaned and bandaged. Hopefully it would hold in the water. Then I concentrated on her tail. I let some of the water out to get it out of the water for a part. The cuts where the netting had wrapped around her looked bad. It was clearly infected and I started to clean it with alcohol and then the antibiotic cream. It must have hurt because her tail started to shake and then she woke up with a scream.



I tried to calm her, I held my hands on her face and looked her in the eyes. Calm down, I tried to send my thoughts her way, calm down. She did calm down and that felt like a victory, I managed to communicate with her. She first looked at her wrist, then at some of the bandages, then she looked around where she was and the tub she was in. Then she pulled me in and kissed me, but by now I assume she wanted to tell me something. Hungry! That much was clear. So I pulled away from her kiss and grabbed the sardine paste I had made. She actually smelled it and then smiled. Carefully she dipped a finger in and then licked it off. It was really the first time I had a good look at the webbing between her fingers. I grabbed a spoon and filled it and brought it to her mouth. She wanted to dip her finger now in the spoon but when I moved the spoon to my mouth to demonstrate the use, she got it and she opened her mouth.



I slowly inserted the spoon in her mouth and she sucked it clean. We repeated this a few times and I saw a bit of color come back on her cheeks. When I passed the bottle of water to her she gave me a scowl. I had to show her again how to use it and although she drank from it, it didn't please her.



When she had finished all the food she smiled. She grabbed my hands and wrapped them around her broken wrist covering the wrap. She closed her eyes and it seemed like she started glowing. There was heat radiating from her whole body and it moved to her wrist. It got warmer and warmer under my hands but somehow I knew I could not let go of her. I thought I felt bones moving but that could only be imagination. Then suddenly the heat was gone and she pulled her hand from mine. She tried to get the wrap off and I needed to help. When it was gone her wrist seemed totally normal. The broken bone or sprain, whatever it was, was gone.



This is one of those things you don't believe unless you see it with your own eyes. And later, after I made her tuna, she fixed the worst cuts on her tail. Even a small cut that I had myself disappeared. We slowly started communicating in a more controlled way. It happened through either pain or pleasure. The more intense, the more clear our "conversation".



The breakthrough happened after one week. She ate well and became more and more uncomfortable in the bathtub. I tried to lift her up a few times and took her in the shower and she loved that even though she was hanging down from my shoulder. But it was clear she liked the warmer water and I finally decided to take her to the hot tub out on my deck. It was big enough for her to stretch her tail and swim in a very tight circle. But she wanted me in there as well and when I settled in she disappeared underwater and next thing I know my swim trunks are gone.



And then her mouth was on me and she expertly started bobbing up and down. My pleasure started growing in seconds and just like that I understood what was going on. Her name was Chiyenne. She had been on a trip to visit family in the colder part of the ocean. She got trapped in the net and was stuck for more than a week before she ended up on my beach. She was very grateful for my saving her life, she had been very close to death. But soon she would have to leave. By then I couldn't hold myself much longer and suddenly she projected images of all kind of beautiful mermaids and then I came. I'm pretty sure she swallowed every drop.



After that I spent a lot of time with her in the tub. We kissed or she stimulated me again but the goal was communication, not sex. I couldn't help but wonder though what sex with her would be like and suddenly I knew she had a slit, but I also knew it was impossible to mate with her. That was the word that she projected in my head where I was thinking of innocent sex. When I kept questioning on the subject I finally learned that sex with a mermaid is truly mating, a child will be the result as a mermaid is always fertile.



What's more, and it took me a while before I really apprehended what she meant, it would be the end of my human life. At first I interpreted it as if I would become a merman. But when she kept shaking her head and eventually bit my tongue, in the pain that gave me, I learned that the result of mating with a mermaid is becoming a mermaid yourself.



Well, that was something to think about. I don't think I was ready to lose my manhood. My legs, maybe, but not my manhood. But she wasn't expecting it either from me. It was clear by now that we loved each other. I had saved her life and she was eternally grateful. And I was just in awe with her beauty but she was probably the same age as my own kids.



The day came that she was ready to leave. We had experimented with an old wheelchair that I had found at a flee market but her tail was too long and the weight divided unevenly. It was hell in the house and it would be worse on the sand. So I simply carried her like the day I found her, though she was much heavier now. We left before sunrise, making sure no one else was on the beach. By the time I had her in the water I was exhausted. But now she took care of me. She held my hand and I was not cold in the water, even after I left every piece of clothing behind. I went as far with her that I could just keep my head out of the water. She was sucking on my member and I knew that apart from saying goodbye she'd give me a final pleasure. I mentally asked her to visit me every now and then. I would anchor a buoy out here and she could set a flag on it if she was out here to visit.



I couldn't help it but faced with my beautiful friend leaving I felt sorry we never had a chance to mate. My thoughts were so strong I could sense her own desire for the same thing in reply. But before we could act I saw a giant wave coming at me. With my head barely out the water I estimated it to be fifteen feet easily before it crashed over me. I was knocked down and pulled underwater by the strong current. Chiyenne was hanging on to me for dear life and I became vaguely aware that my still hard member was pushed into her tail and sucked into her. It was like a vacuum suction and her thoughts mixed with mine, almost impossible to separate them. Her mouth locked on mine and suddenly I could suck some air in from her while the enormous speed of the retreating wave pulled us deeper into the ocean.



We both knew the wave would have killed me and only her quick thinking saved my life. The sucking motion of her vagina became overwhelming and I suddenly knew that even without an orgasm it would pull every drop of semen from my body. But she attempted to insert happy thoughts into my scared ones and suddenly I saw in my mind a baby girl swimming with us and the sense of love we both had for this girl triggered my orgasm and I started squirting into her womb. The pleasure only lasted a few seconds, then the pain of being sucked completely dry caused me to pass out.



When I gained consciousness my first thought was I was still underwater and drowning. I panicked and suddenly Chiyenne was there, holding my hand and her thoughts were in my head. Don't worry, you're okay now, you can't drown, just breath. I took a breath and it was weird but true, I felt the water going in my mouth but it didn't fill up my lungs. As a matter of fact, it felt like air in my lungs. I was breathing water.



When I looked down at my body a few things stood out. Breasts. I had breasts on my chest and they were covered in scales. The next thing I noticed was my tail, it was long and multi-colored. And I could move it. It wasn't even like moving your toe and a piece of the tail moved. I thought of moving the fluke and it moved. I gave a flick and my whole body started moving. That's it, I heard in my mind, you're a beautiful mermaid now.



I looked at Chiyenne and suddenly understood. I had mated with her and lost my human form as well as my manhood. And when she held up a small mirror for me I realized I had lost a few years as well, a lot actually. I couldn't be more than 25. And I was beautiful.



She reached out and took my hand. We started swimming together and I thought, where are we going?

Her answer was simple: Home!