It was a peaceful and calm dawn in a quaint fishing village that sat in a small harbor surrounded by rugged mountains. I was seated outside a veterinary clinic, waiting for it to open. Just as the sun peered over the pine-covered peaks, my lover Katherine walked up the cobblestone road toward the clinic. The sun behind her illuminated her dirty blonde hair with a golden glow. She was dressed to the nines in a gorgeous white short dress, looking sensuous as hell. As we embraced, I was captivated by her warm smile and sparkly blue eyes. It felt like I had been waiting seven years to see her again.
While we held each other, I realized I had forgotten something. I had no pants. I only had on my plain white polo shirt and a black man-thong. As we stood there embracing, she grinned at me as she obviously felt my bulge pressed against her. She slid her hands down my back and grabbed my exposed butt, clapping her hands on my cheeks, making my booty jiggle. Apparently, I had been in such a rush to get to the clinic, that I forgot to put on my pants. Oh well. I didn't need them, anyway.
Kat opened the clinic, and we went inside. While I waited in the lobby, she checked on all the animals that she had been busy healing. She provided them with food enough to last a while. She said her employees would be in later to take over while we would be away on our vacation voyage. Boss Kat closed the clinic, and we went down to the port.
Our ship, called "The Veterinarian Vixen", was a Viking style vessel, roughly the size of a standard sailboat. The deck was plain, with a little door that led to the lower deck. We went below, and the interior was disproportionate in size to the exterior. The style was modern and spacious, with several private quarters and other rooms. There was a walk-in refrigerator, a kitchen, a luxurious central foyer, and a veterinary lab. Kat and I settled into one of the private quarters, which had a king-size bed full of plush purple velvet pillows and sheets.
Once we unpacked our things, we untethered the boat from the dock and began our voyage. The wind would carry us as fate would allow, so we cuddled on the deck, basking in the sun. She laid her legs over mine, and I caressed her soft skin, sensually massaging her feet, calves, and thighs. I ran my fingers through her hair, while slowly kissing her neck. She rubbed my bulge with one hand, and wrapped her other arm around my back. Things were getting spicy, and it was time to rock the boat.
The entire sea could probably hear the clapping sounds Kat and I made. The harder we thrusted, the more the boat rocked, generating larger and larger waves. We rocked the boat with such intensity that a tsunami was created, which headed toward Towertown.
"Let's play Fishers of Seamen," I suggested to Kat. I jumped into the water naked, and Kat followed.
We made love in the water, thrusting with such heat and passion that the water immediately around us began to boil. Just as I was about to cum, I pulled out and ejaculated. My sperm turned into electric eels, which swam away, shocking all the fish in the sea. Both Kat and I, now fully released of any lingering stress from our daily lives, were grinning ear to ear. We climbed back onto our Viking vessel, and continued on with our vacation voyage.
The wind took us along the shore, until we came to sea cove. We laid anchor in shallow water just outside the cove opening, and waded through the water along the base of a steep cliff. The cove appeared enchanting and magical, as it was full of fantastical aquatic wildlife. There were caves along the cliffs, and a few had a foreboding presence about them, so Kat and I avoided exploring them. At one point, I swore I saw a monstrous slug watching from the shadows of one of the caves, but it slunk away into the darkness before I could clearly make it out.
As we made our way along the water's edge, Kat and I came to a boulder, and seated upon it was a young nymphlike woman with dark brown hair and deep brown eyes. It was Kat's sister, Ilayda, and she was dressed in a white dress similar to that of Kat's.
The two sisters hugged, reunited after years of being kept apart. Ilayda explained that she had been held captive in the cove by the slug that ruled supreme there. She was confined to the shallow waters, prevented from swimming into the Deep. Ilayda's true nature was that she was a water fairy, but the slug had broken her wings, disabling her abilities and any means of escape.
Simply by being available and present for Ilayda, the slug's power and grip had weakened. Kat and I brought Ilayda back to the boat, where Kat mended Ilayda's broken wings. As I watched Kat work her healing magic, I was overcome with feelings of both sorrow and happiness. Sorrow for the unnecessarily prolonged pain of isolation. Happiness for the healing and growth that would inevitably come.
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Days had gone by, and Ilayda was recovering rapidly. Her wings were functional again, and her magical powers were regaining their strength. She could transform into a blue monarch butterfly at will, which she had been unable to do while in captivity.
Ilayda had taken one of the other private quarters, where she and I would cuddle and play together with a silly and sensual satisfaction. As we became increasingly intimate, I found her youthful energy to be enchantingly nurturing, similar to that of what I had with Kat. I was now in love with two sisters, and I felt enriched.
While in captivity, Ilayda had taught herself how to transform into a cat. She taught Kat and I how to do this, explaining that it could only be done while over water. While the winds swept us away for days, we practiced our transformation powers. Ilayda and I had brown eyes, which became blue upon transformation. So, we each could become blue-eyed pure white long-haired cats at will.
After a week or so at sea, the winds carried us to an atoll. The water around it was mostly placid and clear. There were numerous great white sharks swimming in a circle around it, over and over again.
As we got closer, I could see that the atoll was covered in bright green seaweed that had vibrant and pearly colored flowers of various types, and the flowers had pearls at their center. Floating on the surface around the atoll were giant bright yellow sunflowers. Standing atop some exposed rocks was a gorgeous dirty-blonde woman in a pure white bikini, and she shone and glistened in the sunshine like the flowering pearls that covered the atoll. We had arrived at Rebekah's Reef.
We laid anchor, and Katherine and Ilayda gracefully dove into the water and swam toward the atoll. My clumsy ass did a belly flop, and I ended up dog paddling to shore.
Rebekah was relieved of our arrival, and she was happy to see her two sisters again. I found myself captivated by her blue eyes and enchanting smile, identical to that of Katherine's. She explained to us that she had been trapped on the atoll by the sharks that encircled it, and she survived on sunflower seeds, seaweed, and salmon. She warned us that if we tried to escape, the sharks would attack our ship and sink it, as had happened to her.
So, the four of us stayed on the atoll for a while, unsure of what to do next. Ilayda trained Rebekah on cat transformation, while Kat and I explored the shallow waters surrounding the atoll. We collected pearls, which we found to be of great density and weight. As we wandered about the shallows, we watched the fins of the sharks repeatedly circle the atoll.
I noticed that the sharks fed on salmon, so I came up with a plan of escape. The three sisters and I caught salmon, which we filled with the heavy pearls we collected. The sharks proved themselves stupid, as we easily fed them the weighted salmon. The more we fed them, the less the sharks could swim, sinking down. Eventually, we got all the sharks to stop swimming.
It was easier to swim when we were in cat-form, so the four of us transformed into cats. We had defeated the sharks, together as a crew, and we swam freely to the Veterinarian Vixen. Once aboard fresh out of the water, we were a crew of wet ass pussycats, ready to continue our voyage and see what sort of sea shenanigans we could get ourselves into.
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On the evening of our escape from the atoll, a tempest raged, wildly tossing us about in turbulent seas. The four of us remained in cat-form during the storm, clinging on for dear life. We lost much of our food supply, and we had no idea where the winds were bringing us. We were becoming lost.
By morning, the weather had calmed, and we were adrift at sea with no food and hungry. It took energy to transform, so we remained in cat-form.
Suddenly, we spotted a small tropical island that had a Victorian-style mansion atop a grassy hill. There was a dock with a yacht and few sailboats, which we parked at. As we did so, I spotted Anya Taylor-Joy and Cara Delevingne come running down the hill from the mansion toward our boat.
Being cat ladies, the two gorgeous women were ecstatic to see us. They began petting us, giving us all sorts of warm affection and attention. Hungry and sounding like a litter of kittens, the four of us began mewing pitifully. Giving Anya and Cara wide-eyed innocent stares, we looked disheveled from our recent debacle at sea.
Cara and Anya were evidently doing a photoshoot on the island, as there was also a group of photographers there taking photos of the two models. Cara was in a black avant-garde outfit, and Anya was in a bright red mini-dress.
The two women swooped us up in their arms, each of them carrying two of us. Our white fur got all over their outfits, but Cara and Anya didn't mind. They brought us up to the mansion, where we were pampered.
We were fed the fanciest cat food we ever saw, and we were washed and air-dried with hair dryers. Once they were done, the four of us looked like perfect blue-eyed poofy cotton balls.
Now that the four of us felt full and refreshed, we transformed back into our human selves. This shocked everyone at first, but then we were accepted and welcomed to the island. We had arrived at Joy's Isle.
Cara and Anya gave us a tour of the island. The mansion had a greenhouse and garden full of many kinds of flowers and ornamental shrubs. Inside the mansion were rooms full of an assortment of experimental outfits, photography equipment, and props. We went outside and saw the island's lagoon, which was surrounded by exotic plants, and there were a few swings suspended from trees that branched out over the water's edge. Joy's Isle was a paradise.
Katherine, Rebekah, and Ilayda had the time of their life on Joy's Isle. They did many creative photoshoots, modeling various outfits, and they were each full of joy from the freedom they felt to explore their potential and truly be themselves.
Rebekah loved working with floral arrangements, experimenting with and nurturing growth and beauty.
Ilayda fluttered freely about the island in her blue butterfly form, flowing with fun and fantastical fearlessness.
Katherine mended the broken wings of injured birds and healed the hearts of broken beasts.
I beheld their holistic happiness, passionate and pure, and it was all that I had ever wanted for them.
And then I began to smile.