17 comments/ 70488 views/ 20 favorites River Spirit By: mcfbridge I need to start this story by saying that I am no one's idea of an outdoorsman. I hate hiking and I have no interest in bike trails or bird watching. My idea of roughing it is when my TV is broken. I have only one exception to this rule. Fishing. I love fishing. I can stand with a pole in my hand for hours. On a bank, in a boat, it doesn't matter. I just love to fish. My absolute favorite kind of fishing is trout. Every year I join a buddy of mine in Colorado and we go fishing for rainbow trout. He's got a little place up there right on the river. We start first thing in the morning and don't quit until well after sunset. The view is gorgeous, the river is wonderful, and the fish are delicious. By the way, my name is Charlie, Charlie Adams. I own a car dealership, and my friend Brian runs a hardware store. It's Brian who has the place in Colorado. Everything was looking great. We had bought our plane tickets, and we had both scheduled our vacations, when Brian got sick. The flu was going around, and my buddy caught it two days before we were to fly out. I was sure that the trip was off, but Brian told me to go without him. At first I refused, after all it was his cabin we were using. But Brian just said there was no point in both of us missing out, so he gave me the keys and I decided to go ahead and go. The trip to Colorado was fine, and I got to the cabin in the evening. I unpacked, got everything working and ready, and went to bed. I wanted to get an early start the next day. By 5:00 the next morning I was already on the river. It was still a little dark and I couldn't see much yet, but something was definitely wrong. After a couple of hours, the sun was up completely. Now I could see the river and I didn't like it. Normally, our little river was sparklingly clear, but today it wasn't. It was cloudy, and the water was a funny color. Also, there was a strange odor coming from it. Well, I waded up and downstream over the course of the day, but I never found a better spot, and I never got a bite. In fact, I never even saw or heard a fish jump. That night I called Brian. I asked him if he'd heard anything about any water problems, but he didn't know any more than I did. The nearest town was about three miles upstream, and we both figured if I was going to find out anything it would be there. So the next morning as I fished, I began to gradually work my way towards Longville. I don't know how far I had gone. Probably more than a mile, but less than two, when I heard a scream. It was awful. The scream was obviously that of a woman, and it sounded like someone in horrible pain. I thought it had come from a little farther upstream, so I took off at a trot and tried to follow it. I'd just turned a bend in the river, when I heard the scream again. This time it was close, very close. I looked all around, but I still didn't see anything. But if I listened closely, I could hear what sounded like a girl whimpering or sobbing. I followed the sound, and examined the area very carefully. Finally, I saw it. The far bank was very steep, and there hidden by the shadows, was a small cave. It was hard to see, but it was definitely there. And the sobs were coming from inside. The opening was too small to walk through, but I could crawl through it easily enough. I have to admit I was a little scared, but I had to find out if someone was hurt. I did have a good flashlight, and as I shined it in the cave, I could see that the place opened up quite a bit very quickly. In fact, I only had to crawl a hundred yards or so before I was able to stand quite easily. It was a cavern. Quite a large one actually. There was water on the ground, maybe ankle deep, and stalagmites rising from the floor. Crystals sparkled off the walls when my flashlight hit them. For a moment, I still couldn't find the source of the sounds, but then I saw her. She was lying at the far end of the cavern. It was a girl, and she was face down. Her long hair was just splayed out around her. At first my heart sank as I was sure she was dead. But then I saw a leg move, and I dashed over to her as quickly as I could. The girl appeared to be a teenager. Or maybe early twenties. I'm not good at telling that sort of thing. She must have been into some sort of punk thing, as her hair was colored a bright shade of blue-green. I knew I wasn't supposed to move someone who might be hurt, but her face was in the water and I had to make sure she didn't drown. I lifted her up and turned her over. She was a tiny thing. Just a bit over five foot, and thin. Her body was probably the athletic type, although it was hard to tell at that moment. Whoever she was, she was breathing and managed to get to her feet with a little help. When she was able to walk, I led her back to the cave opening. I wanted to find out who she was, but I thought it was more important to get her out of the cave while she could still walk. Crawling out of the cave, and pulling her at the same time was tricky, but I managed it. The girl never said a word, but she let me help her out of the cave. Finally, we were back out in the sunlight, and that was when things really got strange. As I helped the girl from the cave, I got my first good look at her face. She was beautiful. Amazingly so, actually. In fact, once my eyes met hers, I couldn't tear them away. It was like my soul was being drawn in. I don't know what might have happened, but thankfully, she lost consciousness and her eyes closed. I blinked and cleared my head. Then I took a closer look at the girl. Aside from being fascinating, her eyes had been bright blue-green. In fact they had been almost exactly the same color as her long hair. And as I looked at that hair, I realized that it was not dyed. That blue-green color was its natural shade. There were no roots showing, and the way it shimmered was like no coloring I had ever seen. Finally, though, there was her skin itself. It also had a bluish tone to it. True, it could have been that she was just cold or weak, but I didn't think so. I had a feeling that the blue color was simply her natural skin tone. It was tempting to leave whatever she was there, but I couldn't do it. Somehow I did know that without help she would die, and I just couldn't let that happen. I had a pair of sunglasses with me. I didn't know if they'd protect me from her eyes, but I put them on anyway. Then I gently tried to shake her awake. Gradually, she came to and her eyes opened. I don't know if it was the glasses, or just that I had seen them before, but while they were still strikingly beautiful, I wasn't trapped in them. Then, a minute or so later, she passed out again. There was nothing I could do where we were. We were in the middle of nowhere in Colorado, and the mountains were between me and any city. I couldn't get any signal on my cell, and I couldn't just leave the girl where she was. So I scooped her up and began the long walk back to the cabin. The little girl was tiny and not much of a burden. It was less than an hour later that I was carrying her inside and lowering the mystery girl onto the bed. Once again, I gently shook her awake. Her eyes opened, and she moaned, but she didn't seem to be able to really wake up. I had poured a glass of water, and I held it to her mouth so she could sip it. When the first drop hit her tongue, her hands grabbed onto the glass and she drained it in an instant. A moment later, her eyes popped open wide, and I could see that she was absolutely terrified. I put my hands up to show that I wouldn't hurt her. I tried asking her who she was but she just shook her head. I was just about to give up on that, when I heard her speak to me. Except her mouth wasn't moving. She wasn't talking, I was simply hearing her in my head. It wasn't her voice, it was her thoughts. Whatever this girl was, she was telepathic. What she was, was a river nymph. She said her name was Nixana and she was the nymph of my little river. As she continued to "speak" to me, I learned that normally nymphs live in their bodies of water. Since they can turn their bodies into water, people never see them. Which brought me to wondering why I had found her lying in that cave. Nixana tried to tell me, but she wasn't completely sure either. She had been swimming, when she'd come across a large barrel at the bottom of the river. It was leaking something into the water, and all the fish were dying. Nixana had tried to move the barrel, and a drop of whatever was in it touched her. It had seared into her. The burning pain had been terrible. And worse, as she had jumped back, the nymph had knocked the barrel over and its entire contents had spilled out. A second later, the whole river had become poisoned. Normally, if a nymph was hurt, simply entering her water would heal her. But it was the river itself that was now hurting her. Panicked, Nixana had tried to swim anywhere to escape the burning, but the whole river was dying. Then, as she was dashing upstream, she had found another of those barrels. It was leaking too. Nixana had realized that she had to get out of the river or die. The nymph had crawled out of the water and into the cave. There she had lain until I had found her. A nymph can't live out of water long, but there was just enough on the floor of the cavern to keep Nixana alive. Except that she had become so weak, that she would never have been able to crawl back out. If I hadn't found her, she would have just laid there until she finally died. After that, I could feel the nymph begging me to tell her what those barrels were and why they were in her river. I told her I wished I knew, but I had no idea. Tears came to her eyes, and I could feel an overwhelming grief in her thoughts. Nixana knew that very shortly her river would die. All the plants, the fish, the other animals, they would all soon be dead. A nymph couldn't survive the death of her river. If the water died, the nymph died with it. Nixana didn't want to die, but even more than that, she didn't want her beautiful river to die. My immediate concern, though, was Nixana. She was still very weak. I gave her glass after glass of water, and that seemed to help some. But the nymph needed to be in water. Then, I got an idea. I ran into the bathroom, and started the tub filling. It took about ten minutes, and I let it fill as deep as I could. When it was ready, I scooped Nixana up and carried her into the bathroom. Then I carefully lowered her into the bath. The beautiful girl perked up immediately. This incredible smile crossed her face, and then she just sank down into the water. A second later, she scared me half to death as she just disappeared right into the water. I didn't know what to do. One moment she was lying there in the bath, the next she was just gone. I was just about to reach into the water, when she appeared again. Just like that. One second she's there, then she's gone, then she's back again. Nixana was really smiling now. And she looked much better. Her skin was still that bluish-green color, but it was shiny now. It didn't have the sickly, gray caste to it that it had had earlier. The nymph continued to smile as she climbed out of the tub. She had been naked this whole time, but for some reason up until now, I hadn't really noticed. Maybe it was because I was so worried about her, or maybe she was projecting some thoughts that stopped me. I didn't know and I didn't care, but I was certainly noticing now. My nymph was tiny, just over 5 foot and less than 100 pounds. Her hair was beautiful and long, stretching about halfway down her back. Her breasts were small, but very firm looking. And her nipples had that same aqua coloring to them that the rest of her body had. Her stomach was absolutely flat, and she had no bellybutton. Between her legs, her fur was the same blue-green as the hair on her head. And it did look like fur, not really like human hair. As she walked back over to the bed, Nixana, or Nixie as I was starting to think of her, began to laugh. It wasn't so much that she was laughing at anything, as it sounded like she was just happy. Then, I got another surprise as she turned to me and began to talk. Nixie thanked me for saving her, and asked if she could please rest. I said of course she could, but I did ask why she was talking now and hadn't earlier. "Telepathy as you call it, doesn't require language. I could just sense your thoughts and send my own. I have to read a person's mind for a while, before I can actually speak to them. We nymphs can learn languages from the thoughts of people around us, but it takes time." I told Nixie that she was welcome to stay as long as she liked, but I was worried about her. I didn't know how long she could live out of her river. The nymph smiled at me, and then she explained a great deal. It seems nymphs are not born. They come to life when a new body of water is formed. Not just any body of water, it can't be a puddle or a mudhole, or something like that. It must be big enough to sustain life. Then, as life grows in the water, a nymph comes to life as well. The nymph helps sustain that life. She can heal fish, plants, and animals. Also, a nymph can actually breathe oxygen into the water if it needs it. The life in the water is crucial to the nymph as well. If the life in her water dies, the nymph dies. Generally, a nymph stays in her water forever. However, if a new body of water forms near her, and for some reason the nymph likes it better, she can move there. In that case, her original lake or river will give birth to a new nymph. No body of water can have two nymphs, and a nymph cannot go into any water where another nymph is living. Nixie's powers though were very limited. She could heal a sick animal or two. And she could clean up the water a bit. But she had nowhere near enough power to undo the damage that whatever was in those drums was doing. And she was scared. The life in her river was dying. And with it, her. I hugged Nixana and assured her that I wouldn't let that happen. The nymph wrapped her arms around me and just nuzzled into my neck. Nixie simply accepted that because I had said that, it would be true. And I intended to make sure it was. Meanwhile, my nymph could live outside her river for a very long time. But she couldn't live out of water long at all. If she was kept dry for even a day, Nixie would become so weak that she wouldn't be able to walk. Within a day after that, she would die. Living water was best, but the bathtub could sustain her. It wouldn't give her quite as much energy as water with life in it, but it would keep her alive and moving. I did ask her why she had disappeared in the tub, and Nixie told me that when a nymph is in water, she can turn her body into water as well. Not only does it make her part of her river, but it heals her as well. When she reforms, her body is renewed; fresh and whole. It was getting late, and I needed to sleep. I told Nixie that she could have the bed. There was a sleeping bag in the closet, and I could get that out. Nixie, though, didn't want that. She was still scared, and just didn't want to be alone. The nymph asked me to please sleep with her and stay close. I really wanted to refuse. As beautiful as she was, I didn't want to take advantage of the fact that she was simply frightened. But there were tears in her eyes, and she just didn't want to be by herself. So I made up my find to be a gentleman. Nixie climbed into bed and I stripped down to my underwear and joined her. Then I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close. Within a minute, my sweet nymph was asleep. And I must have been exhausted as well, because I fell asleep very shorly afterwards. It was very dark, when I woke up. Nixie had rolled over and as my eyes opened, she pulled me to her and kissed me. Then I felt a hand reaching into my underwear and wrapping itself around me. I was rock hard in no time, and that nymph was just gently stroking my cock. Her hand was tiny, but it still felt very nice. When she could see that I was wide awake, Nixie climbed right up on top of me. She didn't bother to get my underwear off, she just made sure my dick was out. The beautiful girl slid down my body, and my cock nuzzled right in between her legs. A second later, she just reached down again and grabbed it, and then guided it right inside. The feeling was extraordinary. Being inside Nixie was like nothing I'd ever felt before. Yes, I'd had my share of girlfriends, but nothing like this. Her sheath seemed to mold itself right to me. And when she wrapped her arms around me, it was like her body just flowed against me. I can't imagine how we could possibly have been closer. Nixie began to move up and down on me, and I started thrusting to meet her. I didn't think I would last long, but that nymph knew some tricks that were unbelievable. For one thing, she could actually change the temperature inside her body. Whenever I'd start to get close, her pussy would actually get cold inside. Then, after the moment had passed, she would warm up and excite me all over again. I began thrusting harder and harder. I reached up to kiss her breasts. They were so firm, they were almost hard. And GOD were they beautiful. Then I just wrapped my arms around her and pulled her down to me. One last hard thrust took me as deep into her as I could possibly get. A moment later, I felt like my entire body was exploding as I began to fire insider Nixie. Blast after blast came out of me. I've never cum that hard or that long in my life. When I was finally done, my entire body was covered in sweat. Somewhere, I had heard Nixie cum with me, but I was so overwhelmed I hadn't been able to do anything about it. Now she was just lying on top of me, as wet and as breathless as I was. We fell asleep again that way, our arms around each other with me still inside her. Hours later, we woke up with the sun well up in the sky, and the two of us in exactly the same position. Nixie began to slide on me again. I had gotten hard again in my sleep. This time, the nymph just slowly slid up and down my shaft. It felt wonderful, and I could see Nixie shiver each time she moved me in and out of her. She kept up the slow pace for a while, but then she couldn't help herself and she began to speed up. At that point, I began to thrust with her. Then I rolled us both over, so that I was on top. I reached down and just began kissing her beautiful face. I kissed her lips, her cheeks her neck, everything. At the same time, I began driving into her deeper and harder. This time, Nixie did nothing to slow things down. She seemed to be even more eager than I was. Then she wrapped her legs around me and screamed. The nymph shrieked and shrieked as she came. I could feel her incredibly snug little pussy ripple against me. That was all I could take. I let out a bellow to match her shrieks, and once again began spurting way up inside her. After that, we both just collapsed down on the bed to catch our breaths. We did have to leave, though. There was business to take care of. We needed to see what was going on in the river. I offered Nixie some clothes, but she said she could travel in the river. No one would be able to see her, but she wouldn't be able to blend into the water in clothes. So I shaved and dressed myself, and then the two of us headed out. Nixie dived into the river and vanished. I waded in after her. A moment later, Nixie began speaking telepathically to me again. So, knowing she was with me, I began wading upstream. We'd gone about a mile, when Nixie started to have trouble. Whatever was in the water, was really hurting her. Finally, she had to give up. I told her to go back down where the cabin was. I would continue upstream to see what I could find. It took about another mile, but I did find it. There on the bank was an old pickup truck. There were three of those barrels in the bed. Next to the truck was a man. He was huge and dirty. His shirt had stains all over it, and he was smoking a big fat cigar. I swore that I could smell the stink of him all the way out in the river. As I watched, he knocked one of those drums out of the truck bed and rolled it into the river. It bounced off a rock and then sank out of sight. River Spirit As he reached for another drum, I waded ashore and asked him what the hell he thought he was doing. The filthy slob just yelled at me to fuck off and kept working on that drum. Pissed off now, I ran over to him and spun him around. The pig threw a punch at me, but he was too fat and too stupid to be able to hit me. I just ducked it and pushed the bastard away. I have done some stupid things in my life, but probably none as bad as turning my back on that animal. The second drum had fallen out of the truck and I followed it towards the river trying to catch it. I heard the click behind me, and turned around just in time to see the gun pointing at me. There wasn't even enough time to react before the bullet caught me in the shoulder. The force drove me into the river. I tried to swim away, but my arm wouldn't move. I saw the fat man begin to come towards me with the gun still in his hand. He lifted the gun to point it at me, and then everything disappeared. The next thing I knew, I was on the riverbank near the cabin. I looked up and there was Nixie staring down at me. She was shaking, and there were tears in her eyes. When she saw my eyes open, she threw her arms around me, and just hugged me and cried. She kept whimpering over and over that she thought she'd lost me. I smiled up at her and kissed her, and then tried to get to my feet. To my surprise, everything worked. I could stand without any problem, and my arm was fine. I asked Nixie what had happened. Well, she had heard the shot, and when I landed in the river she could feel that I was hurt. The nymph had merged with the river and flown upstream. Somehow, she had been so upset that she hadn't even noticed the chemicals in the water. When she got to me, I was in the water bleeding, and that horrible man had been coming at me. Nixie had just thrown her body over me and merged. As she turned her body into water, my body had turned as well. Then she had gotten us back downstream as fast as she could. Nixie hadn't known that she could turn someone else into water. It must have happened because she was so completely wrapped around me. But as soon as she changed back, I had changed back as well. Also, just like hers, my body had emerged completely healed. I was completely exhausted, however. Either the physical changes to my body, or simply the shock of what had happened had left me quite weak. I managed to walk back to the cabin, but it was a slow, stumbling pace. I collapsed onto the bed. I barely noticed that Nixie had laid down next to me and was holding me in her arms before I fell fast asleep. It was morning before I woke up. When I did, there was Nixie still with me, her arms still holding me. God she was beautiful. And for some reason she seemed to love me. I couldn't imagine why, but I was very happy about it. After all, I was very quickly falling in love with her. As I climbed out of bed, Nixie stirred and asked me what I was going to do. I told her that I was going to head back up to town and deal with that fat bastard. Nixie came over and kissed me. She said there'd be time for that later. My nymph told me I needed a day to rest. I had come up here to fish. So I should spend this day in the river fishing. That surprised me. Why was it ok with a river nymph if I fished in her river? Nixie just laughed. And the laugh was amazing. It was so pretty and so musical. Then she told me that things in a river die all the time. Fish eat other fish. Animals eat fish or plants. It's the way of things. People catching fish to eat was no different. My taking a few trout wouldn't hurt her river. Folks who just killed for sport or entertainment angered nymphs, but those who ate what they caught or shot were simply viewed as another piece of nature. I said that sounded great, but I reminded her that there were no fish at the moment. Nixie said actually that there were, I simply needed to go downstream about a mile. The chemicals hadn't reached there yet, and the water was still clear. I had to admit that sounded very nice, so I grabbed my gear and we headed out. Nixie jumped into the river and vanished. I walked in after her and began wading downstream. Every few feet, her head would pop out of the water and she would just smile up at me. After a while, she got bolder. I would feel arms wrap around me for a moment, and then they'd be gone. We'd gone quite a ways, when I heard Nixie's thoughts telling me that there were fish around. So I got my pole ready and dropped a line. The river was beautiful and the day was gorgeous. And Nixie was right about the fish. In less than two hours I had three big rainbow trout. With my fishing done, I began heading back. Nixie's head popped up and she asked me where I was going. I told her, but she just giggled and disappeared. A second or two later, I felt fingers at my pants. I was wading in the river, and the water was about waist deep. Suddenly, the waist of my pants was pulled down. I turned around, but of course I didn't see anything. I reached down for my pants, when a hand wrapped around my cock and just stroked it a second. I pulled my hands away and waited. My shorts were pulled all the way down to my ankles and I stepped out of them. Obviously, Nixie wanted them out of the way. It felt a little funny wading upstream with only a shirt on, but there was no one around and playing with Nixie was fun. I'd take a few steps, and she'd grab my dick and just run her hand up and down it a couple of times. Very soon I found myself walking with a very hard cock pointing right out in front of me. The nymph continued to grab it and let go, and I couldn't help smiling as I waded. Suddenly, I felt a very different feeling. Something warm and wonderful had completely engulfed my rod. I looked down and I saw Nixie's beautiful blue hair floating on the surface. She was lying facedown, just below the water, and my cock was completely in her mouth. Nixie sucked me for a few seconds and then let go and vanished. I took a couple of steps, and then her mouth was back on me. The nymph kept that up for quite some time. She would suck me and stroke her mouth on my rod, and then vanish. Then she would reappear and suck me back in. I began to think this game might make me lose my mind, but if it did it would be because of unbearable pleasure. The sucking game kept going. Nixie continued to disappear and then show up again right at my cock. Finally though, she pulled me deep into her mouth and didn't disappear. This time she just sucked deep and hard, as she wrapped her tongue completely around me. I'm not sure how to describe this. The feeling of a woman sucking my cock underwater was nirvana. And this woman didn't have to breathe. I didn't have to worry about her choking on my dick or needing to come up for air. She just continued to suck my rod and drive me insane. I wanted it to last forever, but I had my limits. I felt Nixie's lips actually kiss up against my abdomen as she sucked my cock completely inside her mouth. I could feel her throat actually vibrate against me. It was all I could take. I let out a roar that could probably be heard in Denver and began to cum. I fired blast after blast into Nixie's mouth. She just kept my entire rod in her throat and kept sucking. It wasn't until my rod had gone completely soft, and she couldn't get another drop to come out of me, that Nixie at last opened her mouth and released me. My legs were gone. I sat down in the river and the water was up to my neck. I didn't care. A second later, Nixie was sitting next to me. She had this incredibly happy look on her face, and she just put her arms around me and snuggled into my neck. I hugged her back and just held her there. We sat there in the river just holding each other for hours. It may have been the nicest afternoon of my life. The sun was actually starting to go down, when we decided we needed to get back. I began walking, and this time Nixie didn't vanish. She got up and walked with me. The nymph had her arm around me and just didn't want to let go. She told me how wonderful it had been drinking me down. I told her that it had certainly been wonderful for me, but I admitted I wasn't sure what she got out of it, other than pleasing me. She told me that pleasing me was certainly very nice, but she also reminded me that she was a spirit, not a person. Nymphs lived on life. It was the life in the water that kept her alive. In fact it was the essence of life which created them in the first place. When I had cum in her mouth, she had absorbed my juices. The seed of a man is loaded with life. Swallowing me down gave her an incredible rush. I laughed and told her that I was willing to share any time she liked. Nixie smiled back and said she'd take me up on that. But she was scared. Could I accept the fact that she wasn't human? Before I could answer, Nixie took my knife and cut her hand. Then she held it up for me to see. There was no blood. The blue skin was obviously injured, and there was a warmth coming out of the wound, but no blood. "You see, I am just a spirit. This body is who I am, but not WHAT I am. I do not bleed. I don't have a heart, or lungs, or brain, or even blood. I am simply this. I am part of the water." With that Nixie vanished into the river for a moment and then reappeared. She held her hand up to show me that it was now completely healed. Then she asked me if I could possibly care about a creature like her. I just pulled the nymph into my arms. I kissed her and told her that I loved her. She said she loved me too and hugged me so hard, I was afraid she'd break ribs. Then we finished our walk back to the cabin. When we got there, I froze two of the trout and cooked one. It was delicious. Nixie didn't eat, but she sat with me while I did. After that we just went to bed. Naked, we snuggled up against each other. We didn't have sex, we just fell asleep like that. After what she had done to me in the river, I wasn't sure how long it would take me to recharge, and Nixie just seemed to need to be held for a while. The next morning, I woke up to Nixie's lips wrapped around my rod. I was hard now, and Nixie was sucking for all she was worth. When she saw that I was awake, my nymph giggled and said that she was taking me up on my offer. Then her mouth plunged back down, and that wonderful sucking began again. Her mouth was warm and wet, and her tongue could do incredible things. It wasn't very long until I was firing my seed down Nixie's throat again. She drank down every drop, before letting my dick out of her mouth and coming up to wrap her arms around my neck. I kissed her lips and cheeks, and then gently kissed her breasts and licked her nipples. She shuddered, but I stopped. I told her I had to go, but that I would finish the job that night. I dressed and headed out. I had called a company to rent a car and the man was just driving up as I got outside. Nixie wanted to come with me, but I told her to wait. I'd be careful, and all I was after today was information anyway. Nixie wasn't sure about that, but she let me go. I drove up to Longville and looked for the sheriff's office. When I found it, I went in and was lucky enough to find Sheriff Ray Messing in. I described what had happened, and the sheriff told me that the man I had run into was Junior Unger. Junior ran a hauling service. It had been started by his old man, Josh Unger. The old man had hauled trash and waste all over the county. Old Josh had been a good man. But about five years ago, old Josh had up and died and Junior had taken over. Junior was mean and stupid and no one wanted to deal with him. Gradually, he lost most of his business and took to drinking. Then last year everything had changed. About five miles north of Longville a new plant had opened. It made paints and dyes. Somehow, Junior had gotten the contract to dispose of the waste materials from the plant. It seemed that years earlier, old man Unger had gotten a license from the EPA to haul toxic waste, and Junior still held that license. I told Ray what I had seen Junior doing, and the sheriff said that was certainly illegal. Junior was licensed to haul that waste, but he was required to dispose of it at a regulated EPA site. Of course using those sites was expensive, and Junior probably saved a lot of money by simply dumping the stuff in the river. I asked Ray what he intended to do about it, and he said that there was nothing he could do. Unless he actually saw Junior dumping those barrels he had no cause to arrest him. If I wanted to do something, maybe I should go talk to someone up at the plant. Well that sounded like a good idea, so I got back in my car and headed up there. It was no more than a ten minute drive before I was driving through an open gate. The plant was new and modern looking. I hoped I would find someone reasonable there. I went inside and asked someone who I should speak to about the waste hauling. I was told that I would need to speak to the owner, Mr. Franklin. It took some time, but I finally tracked Paul Franklin down. He was out at the loading dock, watching some supplies come in. After he had signed for his items, Mr. Franklin asked me to follow him to his office. I walked with him, and on the way I explained why I was there. Mr. Franklin thanked me for coming, but told me that it wasn't his problem. I asked him how the hell he could think that it wasn't. The plant owner simply said that Mr. Unger was a licensed hauler, and what he did with the drums after they left his plant wasn't his responsibility. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I had to ask how a man like him could even hire a bum like Junior Unger. "How could I hire him? Easy. Money. Junior hauls for less than a quarter of what anyone else would ask. Do you have any idea how much money that saves me?" I just continued to look at the bastard in shock. Didn't he care what his waste chemicals were doing to the river? Mr. Franklin assured me that he didn't. And again, he just said that what Mr. Unger did after he left his plant wasn't his problem. I started to argue, but he simply told me to leave or that he would have security escort me out. It was obvious that the conversation was over, and that there was nothing else to be gained. So I did as the man asked. I headed out to my car and drove back to the cabin. When I walked in the door, Nixie was waiting for me. She could see from the look on my face that things hadn't gone well. She asked what had happened and I told her. Nixana just didn't understand. How could someone not care that they were killing an entire river? I told her I didn't know, but that the son of a bitch I had spoken to today definitely didn't. Nixie kissed me and thanked me for trying. I smiled at her and told her not to worry. I wasn't done, I was just mad. My beautiful girl just smiled and kissed me. It was then I remembered where I had left off that morning and noticed that Nixie was still quite naked. I kissed her deeply and hugged her to me. Then I worked my way down to her small breasts again. I sucked on her aqua colored nipples, and I swore I could hear the nymph purr. I pushed her down onto the bed and followed her onto the mattress. Then I began kissing lower down her body. I ran my tongue around the undersides of her breasts and Nixie began to shudder again. Then I kissed my way down her stomach. I have to admit it was a little weird going down an abdomen that had no navel. But then I was lower and moving on to more important things. Pulling Nixie's thighs apart, I ran my tongue between them. That bluish hair over her entrance really did feel like fur. I licked up and down it a couple of times, before using my hands to gently pull her lips apart and running my tongue between them. When my tongue flicked her clit for the first time, Nixie's entire body arched up off the bed and the girl hissed loudly as she sucked air. I moved down right to her channel. I plunged my tongue up inside her, as I brought both my hands down. I stroked that soft blue fur with one, as I gently rubbed her clit with the other. Nixie was getting wetter and wetter, and the taste of her was wonderful. Nixie didn't taste like any other woman I had known. Oh there was the same muskiness of a sexually excited woman. But there was another flavor as well. The only way I can describe it is to say that it was the flavor of the air above a clear river on a crisp, wintry day. It was the taste of everything that was good about nature. I continued to work on Nixie's tunnel and clit. She began to wriggle more and more, as my tongue and fingers continued their efforts. I had planned to finish her that way, but she would have none of it. The girl reached down and grabbed my shoulders. Then she pulled on me as hard she could. Nixie wanted me inside her in the worst way. Well I've never been one to disappoint a lady. I slid up her body, until I was where she wanted me. Then I plunged up and into her. She was so wet and so excited that I slid in all the way to the hilt. I threw my arms around her and pulled her tight. I just kissed and kissed her, as my cock pistoned in and out of her incredibly, warm tunnel. We were both so worked up it didn't take long. Nixie howled and clamped down on me, and I plunged in deep and began to fire. I lost track of everything. The next thing I knew, I was lying with my head on Nixie's breast as she stroked my face. God, life was good. After we both had some time to recover, we began to discuss the situation. It took some time, but we came up with a plan. It scared me a bit, but Nixie assured me that she would be perfectly safe. Reluctantly, I agreed. We had to do something, and this was the best either of us could come up with. The first thing was to find out when Junior's next pickup would be. So I called the paint company and asked for the loading dock. I simply told the guy who answered that I was Junior and wanted to know when the next load would be ready for pickup. The guy answered me like I was an idiot. He said it would be on schedule and I was to pick it up tomorrow at 1:00 as usual. I hung up the phone. That would be perfect. Next, I called the sheriff's office. I got a hold of Ray and asked him if he would like to catch Junior in the act. He said he'd love to, but he didn't know when Junior picked up or where he did his dumping. I told him I did know, and I told him when to meet me. Ray said he'd be there with three deputies, but that I'd better be right. He was only going to try this once, and if nothing happened he would consider arresting me. I told him not to worry, something would definitely happen. There was nothing to do now but wait until tomorrow. Nixie and I would have liked to have made love all night, but we couldn't. We needed to save our energies for the next day. Tomorrow was going to be very eventful. I met the sheriff in his office about 10. He and his deputies were waiting, and I led them to where I had found Junior dumping drums earlier. The tire tracks were still there, and it was obvious something had been going on. Ray was smiling as we moved off and found places where we could hide and watch. At 1:05 I got out my phone. I had moved away where Ray couldn't see me. Catching Junior was one thing, but I wanted to get that bastard Franklin as well. So I called the plant and asked for him. He was on the line in a moment. The guy wasn't happy. He was screaming that I shouldn't call him and wondering what I wanted. I told him that someone was onto what I was doing and I needed help. He asked me why I should care, and I simply reminded him how much money I was saving him. That seemed to calm him down, so I told him he needed to meet me as soon as possible and I told him where. It was about a quarter to 2 when Junior showed up. He was in that old pickup of his, and there were five of those drums in the back. Ray signaled for his men to move in, but I ran over and told him to wait. The sheriff wanted to go, but I reminded him that we needed evidence. We had to see Junior actually dump the containers into the river. River Spirit Those things were heavy and it took Junior quite some time to unload them. It was well after 2, when he finally got them all down and began rolling them towards the river. The first one had just splashed in, and Ray was getting ready to move in, when another car drove up. Thank God. I had been starting to think he wouldn't make it, but there was Franklin right where I had told him to be. He got out of his car and stomped over to where Junior was getting ready to dump the second barrel. We could hear him yelling from where we were hiding. He was asking Junior what the goddamned problem was. Junior was looking at Franklin and telling him he didn't know what he was talking about, but it didn't matter. It was obvious to all of us that Franklin knew what Junior was doing and was part of it. It would be enough. Now was the time to move in. Once again, Ray got ready to signal his men. Then things went terribly wrong. I heard a voice coming from the river. There, swimming by was Nixie. Her head was out of the water and she was screaming at Junior and asking him what he was doing. Franklin started yelling that he couldn't be seen and for Junior to do something. Before anyone could do anything, Junior pulled that gun and shot Nixie. The bullet took her right in the head, and she sank into the water. Ray screamed for everyone to freeze. He and his men ran in, guns drawn. Junior dropped his pistol, and he and Franklin were arrested without incident. I and one of the deputies dove into the river. We searched and searched, but never found any sign of Nixie. The sheriff thanked me for helping him get Junior and Mr. Franklin. He felt awful about the girl, but he hoped they would find her somehow. I just shook my head and thanked him for his help. Ray asked me if I wanted a ride, but I told him I'd rather drive myself. He said he understood, and he and his men took Junior and Paul Franklin off to jail. I just drove back to the cabin. I walked in the door, and there was Nixie waiting for me. I threw my arms around her and laughed. Everything had worked perfectly. They'd never find a body, but it wouldn't matter. The sheriff and all his men had seen Junior shoot that girl, with Franklin telling him to do it. Junior and Franklin might have talked their way out of prison on a dumping charge, but not murder. Neither of them was likely to be anywhere near a river for a very long time. Nixie and I hugged and kissed. It was going to be my last night here. I had to fly home the next day. I asked Nixie to come with me, but she couldn't. Tears were in her eyes as she reminded me that she couldn't leave her river. I kissed her. At least we would have another night, and of course I would be back next year. Sorry, but I'm not going to go into detail about that last night. I'll just say that it was the happiest night of my life. We made love all night, in every way we could imagine. I hugged Nixie goodbye and drove off. I don't usually drink on a plane, but that flight was an exception. It took a lot of help for me to make it home. Well, I have to stop writing soon. My plane is about to land. This all happened about a year ago, and my flight is about to set down in Colorado. I know Nixie will be waiting for me, and I have a surprise for her. As soon as I got home last year, I bought a ten acre place out in the country. It will be a bit of a commute to work, but it's worth it. The engineers finished digging the six acre lake last month. And the guys from Fish and Wildlife are scheduled to stock it next week. So when I see Nixie, I can tell her that I have a new body of water that is just about to have life in it. Wish me luck friends. If everything goes right, my next year should be much better than my last one.