#fish egg

Don't worry about having to buy your own headphones, we have them readily available for you to use... or not, sirens are endangered after all. Just be mindful of their fins, they're fairly sensitive.

I'll keep that in mind when I go and clean up the trash around their enclosure. Though I'm unsure why there is so much, normally they don't like the place dirty enough for someone to come in.

Doing some research on what different sirens look like, let's go with Ones more deep sea colored, neon colors, looking alien almost, with ethereal singing that would sound hypnotizing. Long tails, webbed hands and claws, and piercing glowing eyes that may or may not pulse to mimic sprials.

Perhaps it was my day to clean out the accumulating trash in the deep sea sirens pens. endangered for their beautiful scales, and perhaps myths of their blood/flesh bring immortality. A few captured from a hunting boat that was trying to sell them off, now a good dozen or so sit in a large enclosure, recovering from their capture.

go in there with my headphones, playing some tunes, with a little claw grabber to pick up wrappers, bones, etc. they have trash cans so I don't know why they resorted to just throwing things on the beach. but I get to lost in the mojo, and don't notice as one of the seagulls that inhabits the pen (we aren't sure how it got in there but it keeps the sirens happy) runs and grabs my headphones, as it sits on a pole and puts them on itself. I try reaching up with my claw grabber, but it's too late

The voices sing, call for me to go into the water. Try to resist all I want, I can see them, arms open, singing beautiful, mind filling with a pulsating color of their neon blue eyes. One step into the water, another and another, until I feel arms wrap around me as I'm quickly pulled under the waves.

even under the dark waves, I can see as their body glows, a dozen or so surround me, but hard to focus with my breath running out, until one gives me a kiss, or more to say a make out session, somehow keeping me from drowning, as their voices keep singing...

I feel dozens of hands tear my clothes away, and the one kissing me let's go for a moment, and kisses me once more as she aligned herself right onto my cock. Her arms wrapped around me, making sure I don't float away and lose my breath, the voices saying something about me thrusting, and like a good boy, I do as they say.

in and out...in and out. 4 massive boobs pressed against me...wait 4? One behind me, my head in-between the biggest ones chest, as she tells me, even in water, that they were just waiting for me to slip. That they want to reward me for always being so nice to them, all the extra treats, cleans, dishes, management just wouldn't let them, even with all the forms they've written (it's really hard to write underwater) so they just had to get me in here to thank me for everything.

And it being breeding season means nothing, but it means that I can leave them with a few more gifts...

passed around by all the different sirens, hearing new music to keep me amped up and hard, boobs pressed against me, different flavors with each mouth that kisses me. Perhaps even hugging them cause I mean, they do make cute noises when I do, and you can hear when their singing gets mumbled up by the sudden hug and blushing from them.

So many different sirens, each one wanting to try a different thing. Sharing me with one kissing me the other riding me. A whole lot them rubbing against me, making sure when I get out that I'm theirs. Singing filling my mind that I can't stop loving every moment.

Hours later, and plenty of filled sirens, who so desperatly want to keep me down there. But the next shift showed up and are looking for me, so they bring me back to the surface, covered in scratches, cuts, and kisses.

I got reprimanded for allowing the seagul of all things to take my headphones, but they have to admit the seagulls are pretty strong, so they can't punish me so much. Still, after that whole harpy thing I'm in hot water. So I got to work a bit washing the floors before I can get back to regular duty. Sometimes cleaning the floors below the waves, and seeing thru the glass the sirens, waving at me and trying to lure me back in for more fun. But as the days go on, I swear their...growing to say the least. Mostly in the belly area.

until in the first time in a while, all the sirens laid clutches, every single one, a long process for every single one, but out came dozen of translucent squishy eggs. All put safety away in a nests.

Monster Merm Month # 3: Hooves

How could I resist a kelpie for the hoof prompt??? Especially a protective parent one, wrapped oh so nicely around their eggies??