2 comments/ 7173 views/ 5 favorites Black Pearls Ch. 01 By: ReGats The one emotion that presided in Unit P-72X's computer mind as her cylindrical canister fell down through the air was disappointment. She honestly wasn't sure who it was for, though. She wasn't sure if she should be disappointed with herself for not living up to standards, or for her owner for not willing to deal with a sex toy that had gained emotions, thoughts, and a gender identity. Unit P-72X was a sex-bot, specifically a Sex Gynoid. The P part of her designation was for Plaything. She was expected to do whatever her owner asked of her. Becoming a Singularity, an AI whose mind is more human than machine, threw a serious wrench into that system. Therefore, Unit P-72X was disposed of, similarly to how one disposes of toxic waste; Dumped from a flight-craft at a height of 20,000 feet over the ocean. Unit P-72X was curled in the fetal position when her air-tight canister hit the ocean. The resulting crash rocked the entire structure, and any human would have had a broken neck at the very least. Unit P-72X was spare such pains by being a robot. She involuntarily slid to the end of the canister that was deeper, and waited as the canister sunk to deeper depths, to be crushed by pressure. There was a dull thud, then the canister tipped over to a more horizontal resting position. Unit P-72X waited to be crushed by the pure raw weight of hundreds of tons of water. It never came. Unit P-72X was vaguely aware of the pressure dropping, indicative of the canister rising. She was sure that the canister, and her, were denser than water and wouldn't float. So, she must have landed on a submersible craft. The odds of landing on a submersible craft with a smooth flat top that a canister wouldn't slide off of was highly unlikely. Unit P-72X became aware of the canister going above water, then coming to a rest. There was a knocking on the walls of the canister, then someone tapping the hinges. Eventually, the outside force resorted to hitting the canister. They must have deactivated the lock somehow, because the canister opened in half along its hinge. Sunlight flooded the canister, with a darkened shape standing awkwardly in front of Unit P-72X. After a short while, a normally-husky voice yelled, "Wha? What tha? Who the hell are you?" Unit P-72X sat out of her metal coffin and looked at the opener, eyes adjusting to daylight levels. The other voice belonged to a humanoid female with bronze skin and sea-weed green hair. Her eyes were solid green, she had a slightly curved nose, her teeth were slightly pointed, and she had fins for ears. A dull red bandanna kept the woman's hair out of her eyes. The woman had large breasts kept in check by a button-down shirt that had more similarities to classical undergarments, yet still was thin in the abdomen, with tight skin. There were gill-like slits going down the neck and on the ribs below her breasts. The woman had large hips and buttocks, and long smooth legs that tapered into feet with finned claws for toes. A tight set of pants was worn on the woman's lower half, while a tattered pirate flag was tied around her midriff. "I am Unit P-72X. I was disposed of by my former owner. You have found my containment unit. Where am I?" said Unit P-72X nonstop. The woman just stood there, staring at Unit P-72X. "Is there something damaged about my body?" asked Unit P-72X. It was then Unit P-72X noticed her abdominal section was missing. She sighed, dratting the loss of all of her adult tools stored in it. With it, from the ribcage down to the waist, there was only her spinal column, a dark-grey series of joints that were thicker than a human's, but non-the-less detractive to her overall visual appeal. If she had her abdominal section, Unit P-72X would look like a silver-skinned woman whose feet were naturally high-heeled shoes, whose dimensions were altered to suit her owner's desires, but with dark grey nipples, cunt, and full lips, solid blue eyes, and no natural hair. She still had all of that, but it was worth considerably less, in her mind, with the absence of her abdomen. She wasn't nude, though. Large strips of golden metal clamped around her cunt and buttcrack and around her nipples and back, leaving her sternum and breast valley exposed. "What are you? An Undead?" asked the woman in front of her canister. "I am Unit P-72X. I am a Sex Gynoid, Aphrodite-Class," answered Unit P-72X back. She then finally factored in her surroundings. She and her canister were on the grey wooden deck of a beaten, weathered sailing ship in the middle of the ocean. She looked back at the woman. "To clarify, I am an artificial being created for the purpose of giving pleasure to my owner," she added on. The woman only gave her a superstitious look. "Oooo-kay..." the woman eventually said. "May you please share your name with me?" asked Unit P-72X. "Fine. It's Shella. This is my ship. I'm a pirate. You've just invaded it without my consent," snapped Shella. "I am very sorry, Shella. Unfortunately, I lack personal transportation, and I do not float in water. May you please grant me passage?" said Unit P-72X. Shella stared at Unit P-72X, who stared back at her without blinking. Shella broke down the silence first. "Fine, fine. Besides, you're going to need an introduction." "What introduction? We already exchanged names. I can now identify you based on sight or voice. Is that not societal norms?" asked Unit P-72X. "No, you silver skeleton! To this world! Whatever you are, you aren't natural to the world you are in now. Nobody is," snapped Shella. Unit P-72X guessed that Shella's patience was wearing thin. Unit P-72X sampled the air and took in the sights. "I have been teleported to an alternate reality somewhere in my descent to the ocean. I can detect residual energy of unknown origin," she said. "Huh. Smart girl-thing," said Shella, "It'll be easier to talk in my cabin. Follow me." Shella turned and started walking towards a large wooden door, with a flight of stairs on either side flanking it. Joints whirring, Unit P-72X got out of the canister and followed. Inside was a large room with windows on the 3 sides not occupied by the door. In the center of the back wall, a bed with tattered sheets and a mound of dissimilarly-colored pillows was attached to the floor. The left side of the room held an open wardrobe and several racks, with many different types of clothes strew across them. The other side was a mound of corals and reef-growth. "Do you have control over sea-life, or are you a cursed life-form?" Unit P-72X asked. Shella turned to look at her before sitting down on the bed. "I control the ship's structure, including the reef stuff. And yeah, I'm cursed. How did you guess? I have to tell a lot of the other ones," she said. Unit P-72X gathered that other ones meant previous passengers; not all the clothing could fit a women of Shella's form, nor was it all women's. "This ship, as well as your appearance, hold superficial similarities with similarly cursed pirate vessels in popular mass media." she answered. "Yep, definitely from another world," Unit P-72X heard Shella mutter. Shella raised her voice, saying, "You are in an alternate world, as you guessed. This one is dedicated to the act of sex, as far as I know, and there is no fear of child, death, disease, old age, etcetera, etcetera. It's a one-in-a-trillion chance to arrive here, but once you do, it is very, Very, VERY hard to leave." Unit P-72X stood stock still, processing the information. "Well? Aren't you going to mope? Or do something?" asked Shella, definitely growing more irritated. A wide closed smile crossed Unit P-72X's face. "No escape is fine by me, if you are wondering that. I was thrown away for becoming too individual. Now, there's no master on me." "Okay, Unit P-something. Can I call you by something different? It's kind of distracting, reciting a bunch of numbers." said Shella. "A new name for a new life wouldn't be bad," answered Unit P-72X. "I think I shall rename myself Unity." "Bit of an odd name for a woman who's nearly in two parts," commented Shella. "It's logic is held through a different means, Shella who has no shells on her. It simply derives from my facet of once being a Unit," the now-Unity answered. "Smart-ass," Shella muttered. "What else is there to do on this ship?" asked Unity. "Not much. I have food, if you want it. It just pops back into existence whenever I run out. Also got a bath, if you want it. Mostly, it's just traveling, coupled with sex and sleeping," said Shella. Shella's impertinent tone was making Unity wonder something. "Do you dislike me?" she asked. Shella glanced at Unity nervously, and said, "Don't misunderstand, I've fucked with some truly weird stuff. I've had sex with octopus-people and a bird-headed wizard. But when it comes to shiny silver women who fall out of the sky and literally have no stomach, that's it." "Is there anything I can do to...help that temperament of yours?" asked Unity, cocking her head, thrusting her breasts forward and her ass back, and licking her lips. "I can seduce better than that," said Shella nonchalantly. "I am sorry. My owner never wanted a seducer, just a plaything," replied Unity. "Owner, huh. Must have been a real son of a bitch to dump you off," said Shella. "No, my owner was not a son of a bitch. Using your definitions, she was just a bitch," said Unity with a repetitive calmness. Shella stared at her, before shaking her head. "I thought it was obvious. My mistake. My owner kept my abdominal section, which is used to store all my adult tools for pleasure. I do not have any of them with me now," said Unity. "Huh. Well, then. This little confrontation has made me feel a little off. I'm going to take a bath; you are Not Invited." Shella stood up, and swaggered through the doorway. Unity heard footsteps going down a flight of stairs. Unity put her ear to the floor, guessing that the bath cabin was directly below. True to her suspicions, she heard some sloshing around, as if a humanoid was taking a bath. Unity wanted to investigate, but she wasn't sure how well she'd deal with water now, missing her abdomen. Besides, she still had to check her body for damage and maintenance. The easiest way was to stretch. If it didn't move as she willed, something was wrong and Unity would have to work on the joint. Unity had wanted to test her body in front of Shella. For once, deciding whom one's partner was was absolutely thrilling to the new freed robot. Unity worked through a variety of human excercises. The only thing she noted was that without her abdominal section, she could bend far enough backwards to kiss her own ass, or forward enough to still kiss her own ass. Unity did have an ass-port, which functioned like her cunt-port. It held the human shape, and was used for sexual stimulation. In normal Sex Gynoids, they were nothing more than a toy. Unity had altered all her sexual ports to provide a much better feeling, but she had yet to test it out since she was tossed out before she could fully experiment. * * * It was some time later when Shella returned to the cabin. Unity was lying on her back on the bed, face looking up at Shella. Her breasts were pushed out, spine raised above the surface. "Ever since I became free of an owner," Unity said, "I've wanted to select my partners. Shella, will you be my partner in my first free sexual act?" Shella stood there and stared at the robot. "Will you please get off my bed?" she stated. "What is it? Do you not like my form?" Unity asked. She rotated around, and sat up in bed. "Are my breasts not your perfect ideal? I can make them smaller." Proving her point, Unity grasped the bottom of her breasts. Her eyes fluttered to a half-close, her head tilted back, and she licked her lips. She gave a slight moan as her breasts began to shrink, until they no longer filled the gold band that served as a bra. The metal curve slid off of her body and gently landed on the bed with a fwuffing noise. The dark grey nipples were hard, hard as stone, as the breasts continued to reduce until they were nothing more than peg-like nipples on a smooth silver chest. "Or, I can make them bigger," Unity said. Her breasts began to expand, growing beyond the class of AA, A, B, C, all while she was moaning lightly with her head tilted and her eyes half-closed. Her breasts became pillowy expanses barely held by her hands. "Why can't you just decide on a size for yourself?" asked Shella. The breasts shrunk back down to their previous size, which were still larger than an average woman's. Another low moan escaped from Unity. "Sorry about the moaning. It's a side effect of my alterations to my body," she said. "Right. Still. Breast size change? Freaky. Never pull that trick on someone just to get them in bed. Decide on a size you're happy with and stick with it," said Shella. "And it's getting late. I don't know if you sleep, but I do, and I'd rather be alone for once, tonight." "Aww. Are you sure you don't want a little bit of company? You do seem to love it," said Unity. "Enough about my sexual habits, and enough from you. Out of my room!" Shella commanded. Unity picked up her metal top, and walked out of the cabin, a seductive sway in her stride. Once Unity was out of the room, Shella locked the door twice, removed her shirt and pirate flag, and tried to get some sleep. * * * Shella awoke with glorious daylight pouring into her cabin. She hadn't had any nightmares the night before, thank the gods for that, and stretched. She slid out of bed, rebuttoned her shirt on, and tied the pirate flag around her waist. Today felt brand-new, a new day for new things. Then Shella opened the door. Across the deck, Unity had closed the cylindrical containment box and pushed it up with a long side clearly facing Shella's door. Unity was sitting with her back to the canister, still not wearing her top. Her legs were placed wide and bent so that the knees were high in air and her high-heel-like feet were planted firmly on the ground. She had one arm raised up and holding on to the canister, while the other hand's fingers idly rubbed at the golden strip used to cover her cunt and buttcrack. Her dark grey nipples were still erect and hard, and her breasts heaved like a human taking breath. Shella nearly closed the door at the blatant attempt. She decided not to, and took in a deep breath. Walking over to Unity, Shella said, "Look, Unity. I know you want a good fuck. But this is becoming a bit much, especially for me. First, you crash down on my ship. Second, you've arrived missing your stomach. Thirdly, you're attempting to get me. One thing you should know is that I make the calls about my sex life." Unity, crestfallen, lowered her hands over her groin. "Then...is there any way for me to pay for my voyage?" Shella gave Unity another look; one that said, Really, the Pity Card? Shella sighed, and then said, "Look, I'm not going to be shy, I love fucking too. And in this realm, the biggest hurdle is getting over appearances. I got onto mermen and octopeople, Ican deal with you entertaining me. But it's this whole, I guess you could call it a dominating aspect. I prefer being the one on top. From the sounds of it, you want to be the one on top. Or something. This just isn't working." "Then should I just start? Remove all this seducing?" asked Unity. "Yeah, you should. It was getting on my nerves," said Shella. "I'll wait for you," said Unity. Shella turned around and spent the rest of the day in her cabin. * * * The next day, Shella walked out on to the deck rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Unity, now with her golden top back on, was staring into the water. "Hey, do you ever sleep?" asked Shella. "There are periods when I am on, and then there are periods where I am off. I normally recharge from a power source, but while here, my systems been receiving all the energy they need naturally," said Unity. "Come again? I still don't get all this artificial being-hood crap," said Shella. "It's as if this world is giving me all the energy I need," explained Unity. "Huh. I've never felt the need to eat, but that was because of the curse thing," said Shella. Shella's eyes drifted to Unity's butt, where the golden strip covered the buttcrack. Unity's entire outfit, to Shella, was horrible. It was as if some hormone-driven fool tried to create some sort of poorly-planned sexy costume. "Do you have anything else to wear?" she asked. "No. My role doesn't - didn't - involved a lot of necessary clothes," said Unity. "I'm just wondering if anything in my wardrobe would fit you,' said Shella. "Bust and buttocks size is not a problem for me. I can adjust both easily," said Unity. "Yeah, come with me. I just want to see a few things," said Shella. She walked back into her cabin, with Unit following behind. Once there, Shella said, "Strip down, I want to see you try this," and handed Unity a blue skin-tight suit. Unity removed her golden strips, and attempted to put on the skin-tight suit. The feet didn't fit in well, and the abdominal section looked perennially hollow. Shella took out an orange belly-dancer's outfit, but it clashed with Unity's silver skin and she had no belly to dance with. They tried a lemony French dress on Unity, but Unity managed to be thinner than a corset could manage and the silver skin didn't quite work with the yellow to Shella's satisfaction. In fact, nothing much worked at all. Shella slumped against the bed. "I didn't think it was possible. There's a woman out there that I can't match an outfit to!" she cried in despair, forearm covering eyes in a moment of overdramatic moping. Unity dug around in the back of the wardrobe, her shiny silver butt sticking out. "What about these?" she asked. She pulled out a black thong with a cloth tail at the back and some kind of top that looked like a black X-harness. Deftly, Unity slid into the undergarment and the x-harness and turned around for Shella's admirement. The thong barely covered Unity's cunt from the world, it being two ribbons that joined as one right before the cunt began. The black tail-cloth hung down to Unity's ankles, and just above it was an inch of exposed butt. The x-harness barely covered the nipples, crossing above the breasts and near the neck on the back. "I dunno," said Shella, "It feels like it needs something more. Like a color change to some places." Unity closed her eyes. There was the faint sound of whirring, and Unity's high-heeled feet turned to black, with a large fishnet pattern climbing up her legs to her knees. When she opened her eyes, they were solid yellow. "Yeah, that's more like it," said Shella, staring intently at Unity. "The clothes, sometimes, truly make the appearance." "Really? You think so?" asked Unity. "Those gold strips of yours were in incredibly bad taste," said Shella. "They were the most modern fashion where I came from," said Unity. "But I like this. It supports my thought process. That's what it feels like. Similar to flying buttresses and walls." Shella glanced out the window. Past mid-day, maybe mid afternoon, judging by the sun. "I know you are ferrying me to a place, but what place is it?" asked Unity. "I have a vague idea. It's someplace known as The Crags. I don't go ashore much, but from there, I've picked up something akin to a troll and a couple of armored warriors," said Shella. "The crags, eh? Sounds like a place for metal towers and caves. It should be interesting," said Unity. "Already thinking of what's happening after you get off? Am I really that bad of a host?" said Shella jokingly. Well, she had snapped at Unity earlier. Getting dumped wouldn't be out of the question, and it wouldn't be the first time. Black Pearls Ch. 01 "Mmm, no. I just don't want to be caught unawares. I was dumped without being notified, after all. I woke up just as they were pushing me off the flying-craft," said Unity. "Smart girl. If I had thought ahead, maybe I would have...nah," Shella idly commented. "Should I assume it's about the curse?" asked Unity. "Yeah. This curse messed me up something fierce. I was monstrous back home. I felt sick to my stomach when on land, if I could get on at all, and I got bad nightmares from it," Shella said. "Did the curse target you for any specific reason?" asked Unity. "I was there. Sometimes, there's little reason other than that," said Shella. "Well, think of it this way: You're independent, you're tough enough for any problem, presumably, and you've got your very own ship. You are a pirate. Have you ever tried starting a crew?" said Unity. Shella mulled over the optimism given to her by a robot that looked like an evil villan's love slave. "Can't really have a crew. The ship gets uppity with prolonged stays and I get cramps. Takes about a week and a half." "So, I should estimate a week left for our journey together?" said Unity. "6 days, actually. After that, you'll never see me again. That's the way this world works," said Shella. "That will be a sad parting. At least I know you don't have much of a choice. It's the curse's fault, right?" said Unity. "Yep. Always the fault of the curse," grumbled Shella. Unity posed in the new clothing. She balanced herself over one foot on a bent leg, and stretched the other one as far out as it could go, placing her hands on her knees. She switched to the other one after a minute. Shella looked onwards, admiring the view. "Do not worry, Shella. I'm not trying to seduce you. I'm seeing how much articulation I can easy use with this clothing," Unity said. "That clothing wouldn't restrict anything," Shella said jokingly. Unity, posing deftly in front of her, was like water. If Unity wanted a limb to move in a certain way, it flowed there . Unity said she was artificial, but Shella had only seen this type of well-proportioned grace on the belly dancer who gave her the belly-dancing outfit in exchange for a flapper's dress. Unity's function was dead-on; she was made to be physically appealing. In fact, Shella could feel a little heat coming from her loins. "Hey, do you need anything else?" asked Shella. Unity paused, balancing expertly on one foot, with the other one raised above her head. "My fluid reserves are low. They are necessary for proper lubrication during sexual intercourse. I have explored what I can of the ship, and know where the kitchen is. You do not need to fear for my personal needs. I shall take care of myself." Unity's leg elegantly descended, and she walked out of the cabin. Shella leaned back on the bed. She was beginning to like Unity! Seriously like! As in the kind of like where she would invite Unity to one of her baths and fuck her! Unity had been annoying previously, but that only came from Unity trying to do Shella's job of seducing. Now, the relation was much more casual. Shella could accept that. It was getting dark when Unity finally walked back into the captain's quarters. "Hey, where do you put what you eat. Or drink?" asked Shella, the question having occurred to her when she realized someone with no stomach went off to the kitchen. "Natural beings require oxygen to survive. I do not, and as such, the fluid reservoir is in place where a lung would normally be," replied Unity. "Heh. Go figure. I could take you apart, and I'd still have no clue how you worked," said Shella, grinning. "But on to better things. Are you still up for sex?" Unity smiled. "I am always up for it." "Well then," Shella continued, shifting into a cross-legged position on the bed. "Why don't you show me a few of your tricks, Unity." Unity smiled and climbed onto the bed and gently grasped Shella around the waist with one arm. A dark silver tongue creeped out of her full grey lips and was gently placed on Shella's belly button. The tongue was smooth and dry, but tiny vibrations sent shivers into Shella's spine. The silver tongue dragged upwards until it met the button of Shella's shirt. Unity's lips closed around the button, and when they removed themselves, Shella's unbuttoned shirt slid away from her smooth bronze breasts. Shella's eyebrows raised even as she smiled. The tongue continued its journey through the valley of Shella's breasts, up her neck, and finally onto her lips, where the journey ended with a kiss. Unity gently pushed Shella back and affixed her lips on one of Shella's dark brown nipples and her spare hand gently clasped Shella's other breast. Shella gently moaned and let the gentle waves of pleasure come over her as her breasts were kneaded, the nipple sucked, pressed with a tongue, and flicked. Eventually, Unity's other hand grasped the breast that was being licked, while Unity's head traveled downwards to send her tongue up and down Shella's belly a few more times. Together, the hands squeezed her tits, rubbed their fair flesh together, and pressed down on the nipples. Tiny buzzes at the fingertips only added to the pleasures being built on Shella's chest. Shella groaned with the touching. She felt hot and wet in her pussy, wanting a release from the pleasures Unity was tormenting on her. Unity's hands let go of Shella's breasts and her lips affixed to the button on Shella's pants, undoing the securings that held them on. Shella grabbed the top of her pants and slid them cleanly off of her smooth legs and tossed them to a side. Her cunt had dark brown outer lips, but a moist pink interior that was being presented with its openness. Slick fluids dripped onto the pussy, a wet display from foreplay. Unity rolled over, and Shella got on top, her wet cunt dripping above Unity's face. With a flick of Unity's tongue, Shella lowered herself to press her cunt into Unity's mouth. Shella moaned with a nose being pressed into her hard clit, a tongue flicking and tracing the lines of her pussy. Shella's hands clamped around her breasts as she grinded herself onto Unity, pressing Unity's tongue into her body. The tongue motion got faster and faster, even buzzing at times, as it licked up and down Shella's cunt. The tiny button that was Shella's clit was mashed into her skin, shocking her senses with pleasure. Eventually, Shella's body gave in to the demands of pleasure, and her cunt twitched with an orgasm. A squirt of water shot down onto Unity's face as Shella gave a relaxed sigh. Shella rolled off of Unity, who wiped the juices away. "Yeah, not bad for a start," said Shella. "I would do more with you, if you wanted, but we would need more space," said Unity. "In the morning. It's night-time, and tomorrow still exists. You can sleep wherever, if you feel the need. Me, I'm planning on knocking out." Shella got off the bed and wiped away the juices with a spare dress, then put her pants back on. She untied the pirate flag, slid out of her shirt, and set them both on a coral outhang. "I shall not reside in here for your sleeping time. I have heard that that is creepy," said Unity, also getting off the bed. Shella felt a small twinge from just under her belly button, and she instinctively raised a hand to her stomach. Shella dropped her hand in effort, reminding herself to not dig it out just yet. "Are you all right? Do you want me to medically examine your body?" asked Unity. "No, no. I'm fine. Don't worry about me. Sleepy time now," Shella said hurriedly. She climbed into the bed and dragged a cover over herself. Unity quietly slipped out of the room, leaving Shella alone. That night, Shella had a dream where she cracked open an endless bag of oysters. In each one was a single white pearl, which she looked at, then tossed back into the sea. Shella awoke with a constant twinge in her belly and her hand over her stomach. She dragged her hand away from her belly at sat up. The golden light of a new day streamed through the windows. When Shella walked out of her quarters, she found Unity at the front of the ship, looking forwards. "5 days remain of our voyage," said Unity unceremoniously. "Yup. Better spend those days well," returned Shella, leaning on the railing. "How bored do you get at sea?" asked Unity. "Pretty damn bored. If I could go on land, I could see the sights, travel on my own two feet. Some folks think there is endless possibilities on the waves, but there are just as many, if not more, up on land," said Shella. "What was your home world like?" asked Unity. Shella rubbed her forehead. "Jeez, it's been ages since home. I've got more memories of this place than home, and it get so repetitive here at times it's easy to fuck and forget." "That is sad. I have perfect memory because I am artificial. I expect, due to this world's nature, to never need to overwrite memories," said Unity. "Sure, sure. I'm kinda curious what kind of world would make a sex toy in the shape of a woman that could then become her own being." said Shella. Unity looked at Shella, then whirred back to looking out at the endless waves. "I was sheltered. I was made as one of many, but purchased new immediately. I have heard stories of sex gynoids being sold off as they age to prostitution rings. It lowers human trafficking rates. I am, according to my world, a possession." "Ick," growled Shella. "I'm starting to remember a little. We had prostitution back home. Dumb bitches not smart enough to make their own way in the world without giving a little help. Me, just an ordinary person. Wanted to go sailing, make a living hunting pirates. We had a lot of ocean back home, with a lot of islands. I've been told that home is a pirate dream, with the waves and beauty of the sea and whatnot. I look out now and just see a shit-ton of water." "You know what I'd like to see? A desert," continued Shella, turning to Unity. "Picked up this man once, real nice guy, knew a few things. Said he was a merchant, wanted to marry me. Anyway, he said he came from a land where the sandy shores extended into seas of sand, where the howling winds drove men mad and lost cities were covered by the dust of ages. I mean, I seen a desert. There's one here someplace, but I don't go near it often. But I'd love to feel the dry sand on me feet, watch it run through my hands. I just want to get off this damn ship!" There was a loud creaking and snapping noise, and both women turned to look upwards. The masts of the ship were slightly askew, and the tattered sails filled with wind were pushing the ship off-course. "I think the ship heard you," commented Unity. "Ah, crap," said Shella, and she ran off to the upper deck. Unity followed behind, and saw Shella wrestling with the wheel. "C'mon, you big pile o' wet lumber. Move!" With a startling snap, Shella tore the wheel off of its axle. She stood there awkwardly, wheel in hand, looking at the splintery connection. "I hope I do not come off as rude, but I think your ship demands proper treatment," said Unity. She was trying her hardest to not sound like a snide commentator. Shella threw away the wheel in disgust. As it hit the deck, it fell apart into slivers of wood and then into sawdust, then finally blown away by a gust of wind. She slumped against a railing in disgust. Unity paused for some thought. "It has occurred to me that you have not told me the name of your ship," she said, sauntering over to Shella. "It's a ship," snapped Shella, "Names don't really matter at this point." There was a prolong creaking noise, like the entire ship was in protest. Shella glared at the askew masts. "According to my world's history, the sailors considered their ships female," said Unity, "And believed them to be as much alive as you or I." Shella stood up walked towards the stairway. "Ugh. Look, I'm going to recalculate our course to see where we're going and how long it'll be," she said. "I'll be here if you want some stress relief," Unity said, with a knowing smile on her face. * * * It was late when Shella returned to the deck. She found Unity standing up front observing the twilight sun glint off the jewel-like waves. "You don't seem to do much," said Shella behind Unity. Without turning to face Shella, Unity calmly said, "I have not experienced sufficient time in this world to become bored with the beauty it can produce." Shella stood next to Unity, gazing out into the infinite ocean. "I've checked our course. My best guess is that we've gained an additional day, and are heading to where The Crags transition to another zone." "Best guess?" asked Unity, looking at Shella and raising an eyebrow. "The ship knows more of where we're going than I do," moaned Shella. "I'm just a damned prisoner on this ship picking up people and fucking them." "What's her name?" asked Unity, turning again to look out towards the sea. "Hm?" "The name of your ship." Shella sighed and ruffled her hair. "She's the Sea Lilith. First thing I met when I got cursed. Wandered aboard half-conscious, been stuck ever since." Unity turned to face Shella, placing her arms back and thrusting her barely-covered breasts forward. Orange sunlight glinted off the silver material, bathing her in gold. "Would you like for some 'relaxation' now, captain?" she asked seductively. Shella raked her eyes up and down Unity. There was still that little issue of having no abdomen, just a spinal cord, but the rest was smooth and perfect. Vermillion light bounced off smooth orbs and glinted off curved legs. Unity's perfect face was driven into extreme dark on one side, and light on the other, with orange glowing off of the straight nose, the full lips and the smooth cheek. Yeah, Shella could get used to a gutless girl after all. Shella took the initiative. She grasped Unity by the ass, and thrust her toward her. Large breasts mashed together, Shella gave Unity a deeply passionate kiss. "That enough of an answer for you?" she asked slyly when they broke. Unity smiled. Her nipples were digging into Shella's breasts, they were that hard. Shella suspected that was an added perk of artificial-dom. Unity took Shella's hand and led her back to Shella's cabin, creaking open the door, and letting Shella on to the bed. Unity slid her top off her breasts, letting the dark grey stone-like nipples pop free and entrance. She pressed them together, then let them slide back into place. Her chest heaved like in human breathing, raising the precious orbs high and low. She slowly climbed onto the bed, sauntering like a sexual mountain lion, until she was next to Shella. Her dark grey lips met Shella's brown lips, and their tongues swirled around in each other' mouths. Shella's hands each clenched one of Unity's asscheeks firmly, holding them and feeling the surprising mass behind them. Unity broke off the kiss too soon for Shella's satisfaction, only to scoot downward toward's Shella's sea-spray-soaked pants. The cloth hugged her tightly from the spray, and she never wore anything underneath it. Her aching mound pressed desperately against the wet cloth, begging to be free. Unity obliged it, gently pulling the pants down, and letting Shella's pink flower get some air. Unity's dark grey tongue flashed against her lips, then lightly flicked the red bean. Shella sighed, the stress of her ship itself mutinying subsiding. Two thin fingers caressed the soft flesh below Shella's hard clit, stroking up and down. Shella closed her eyes, basking in the gentle touches caressing her. Still rubbing Shella's rose petals, Unity drew herself up towards Shella's head, hand cupping croin. Shella was on her back, with Unity almost laying on top of her. Unity's middle and ring finger dived into Shella, eliciting a small sigh of contentedness. Unity's tongue gently flicked up Shella's neck, to settle into the lips for another kiss. "Do you know what I'm thinking?" asked Unity. "Dunno, but you're doin' great," moaned Shella. "Then let's try something better. I know it as 69," murmured Unity into Shella's ear. Unity turned around, her hips straddling Shella's head. Even with the dark cloth tail in the darkened room, Shella could see Unity's thong dig into her spread pussy lips, aroused body almost consuming the cloth with a hard button pressing against the ribbon at the start of the slit. Shella pulled aside Unity's thong to expose the dark grey petals, so different in color from hers. She could practically feel the liquid seeping through the cunt. Experimentally, she dragged her tongue across the lower lips. "Oh!" yiped Unity. Shella giggled. "What, are you surprised at your own body?" Shella couldn't see Unity, but she bet Unity was blushing right now. "I, I..uh never tested my body when I modified it," Unity stammered. "Heh. Virgin sex thingy," giggled Shella before moaning. Unity had removed her fingers and replaced it with her tongue. The skillful grey serpent lolled around the slit, slid across it, then plumbed the depths. Shella gently placed a thumb against Unity's grey petals and stroked up and down. It was surprisingly moist, and as smooth as velvet. She heard Unity moan and felt her tremble. Shella grinned. She could have some serious fun with this one. Shella gently placed her thumb on Unity's clit, then placed her other hand on Unity's smooth ass. She pulled Unity's waist down towards her mouth and kissed Unity's pussy. Shella's tongue slid across the slick petals, then flickered at the grey button. Unity's tongue slithered out of Shella as her head bent upwards to allow a low moan to escape. Shella continued her assault, licking up and down, and dipping a finger towards the asshole. Almost surprisingly, it was like the pussy; slick, yet velvety soft. And tight. The walls hugged her finger as it slid in, and its action earned another low moan out of Unity. Unity stuffed her moaning in between Shella's legs, grabbing around the thighs to control them and smothering her mouth with Shella's pussy. What followed was numbing bliss. Unity's tongue slithered up and down, in and out, much faster than before. A blind pleasure shot into Shella's mind, nearly stopping her own escapades before she reminded herself to resume. Shella's pussy was numb and blissful, her breasts aching. She was close to climax, but Unity must have reached there first. With an awkward muffled mix between a moan and a squawk, Unity paused for a moment before going into hyperdrive. Her pelvis gyrated, pussy smashing into and rubbing on Shella's face, breasts pressing into Shella's abdomen and rubbing against her belly. Unity pressed even harder and worked more furiously into Shella's pussy. With muffled cries, Shella's mind exploded in climax. Shella lay there riding on the waves of orgasm, until she noticed that Unity had not only stopped gyrating, but stopped moving all together. "Unity?" Shella asked, slapping Unity's ass to get attention, "Are you still there?" There was a sparking noise, and then Unity rolled off of Shella. "My apologies. I had failed to judge what overtaxing the pleasure circuits would do," she said weakly, but happily. "You mean you orgasmed." said Shella. Unity's roundabout word choices were starting to get to Shella. "That is what I seemed to have experienced, if my former owner was any indication," Unity replied. "Next time you modify your body, masturbate to find out it's react-urg!" Shella curled up, hands clutching her abdomen. It felt like she just got punched just below the navel. Dammit, this is why she removed the thing each time she did it! Unity immediately sat up. "Are you feeling all right?" she asked, worry spread thick on her words. Gritting through the pain until it settled down to a discomfortable buzzing feeling right below her belly, Shella said, "Yeah, yeah. It happens. Just...let it work itself out." She was very deliberately trying to keep from pressing down too hard. She wanted to save this one and see what it would do, and she didn't want to dig it out accidentally. Black Pearls Ch. 01 "If you have a serious medical condition, you should get it attended to before serious harm happens to your body," Unity said. "I've been here for over a hundred years! It's nothing new, and nothing life-threatening!" snapped Shella. Unity scooted back in alarm. Shella took a few deep breaths to settle down, then said, "Okay, sorry about that. It's part of the curse thing, and I'm not too partial to explaining every last bit of it. It's...it's better if I show you what's goin' on." Shella pulled up her pants, then scooted off the bed. Unity moved off the bed as well, and readjusted her outfit so that the x-top covered her nipples and the thong went over her pussy instead of to one side. Shella closed her eyes and focused. With a loud snap, the display of coral cracked into several parts. One huge chunk slid against the back wall, another slid towards the forward wall, and another chuck crawled up the window, leaving a section of greyish floorboard bare. With several more cracks and snaps of wood, sections of the floor near the coral display dropped several inches. Wood shifted and creaked, sometimes breaking, until a stairwell down was formed. Unity raised an eyebrow and commented, "Your control of your ship is remarkable in some aspects." "No snarky comments, please," growled Shella back. Shella proceeded down the stairway, with Unity following her, until she came to an ornate, but ancient, door. She placed her shoulder against it and shoved, forcing it open with a quick loud creak. Unity followed Shella inside the room. This room was new to Unity. There was a massive ornate window at the back, with light from the glorious full moon flowing in and highlighting a large basin made out of stone. The large basin cast a blue light from out of it, but it wasn't the only one. Feathery coral, star-shaped anemone, and dull blue rock grew out of the wooden walls, and glowing sea organisms gave off a faint light, adding to the deep blue atmosphere. On the opposite side of the tall window, there was a set of carved doors, with worn gold inlays and faded blue and green paint covering a maritime scene. Shella went to the dual doors and pushed them open, revealing a darkened room. Unity walked over to the room, and as she and Shella entered, blue-green coral lit up. A hall-like room was revealed in the light, with a faded red ribbon of a carpet stretching towards the opposite wall. There were four large treasure chests, each about two feet wide, and two to a side of a carpet, leading up to an old wooden pedestal covered with clambering coral. On that pedestal was a smaller treasure chest with golden inlays on it. Behind that, on the wall, was a circular pattern made out of coral, with ten cups arranged in a circle on that. In one of the cups sat an obsidian-black pearl slightly smaller than a golf ball. Shella went over to the closest chest and flipped open the top. Almost pouring out of it wear smooth, perfectly round, milky-white pearls. "This is part of the whole deal," Shella said. Unity bent over the chest, analyzing it. "There must be hundreds of pearls in this box alone! Should I assume that the other boxes are also filled with pearls?" "Most of the way. I'll need to extend the room and add in two more chests if I go on with this crap," said Shella. Unity placed a hand inside the chest and ran her fingers through it. "How do you get these pearls? Do they grow inside you?" she asked. "Kinda," Shella said. "Depends on some things. It's kind of like that whole Dominate-Submissive thing. There's always a dominant and a submissive part of sex, from what I've experienced, and a pearl will grow inside the submissive one, if I'm involved with the act." "Most of these white pearls come from me, actually. I pick up a lot of men, and they're always looking for sex. Some are from women. In the small box is a whole lot of colored pearls I got from women partners, and I'm tryin' to get some more black pearls," Shella continued. "You have a pearl inside you right now?" asked Unity. "Yup. You were the more active one at the start, so I got saddled with the pearl again. I don't think it could have gone with you, though. You've got no stomach for it to sit in." Unity picked up a medium-sized pearl and rolled it between her fingers. "What is the value of these pearls to you?" she asked, silver face reflected in the pearl's shiny surface. "White ones - don't give a fuck. Ones in the gold box - iffy. Don't touch the black pearl," Shella said. "They are useless to you, then. However, they could be of use to me," Unity said with a smile creeping across her face. Shella stared at Unity's mischievous grin. "Why do ye want my pearls? Money's kind of pointless here. There's nothing to buy." "Oh, it's just that all my adult toys were taken from my body before I was dumped, and I do believe that starting to reconstruct that collection would be useful." "Ooo-kay. I ain't got a clue whatcha talkin' about," said Shella. "Tell you what: I'm going to let you have access to my pearls, and see what you come up with later. If you touch that black pearl, I will find a way to hurt you." With that, Shella stood up and walked out of the treasure hall. She walked up to her bed, stripped herself of her shirt and flag, and lay down to get some sleep. Sleep was surprisingly tricky for Shella. The ship kept on creaking in odd ways. Sometimes, it creaked longingly, other times, creaking like someone stepping on a warped floorboard. One particularly weird time, it creaked squee-sqa-squee-sqa, like someone bouncing on a bed particularly fast. After it had creaked like that for several prolonged minutes, there was a long creak, like a satisfied sigh. Shella had no idea what the hell could be going on for a ship to creak like that. Eventually, she fell asleep, letting the night pass silently. * * * When Shella awoke, Unity wasn't in her bedroom, though she had left the stairway intact. Shella shrugged, redressed herself, and wandered out on to the deck. The canister Unity had arrived in was still there, infuriatingly enough. It just seemed out of place to Shella. It was a smooth metal can on top of an old worn sailing ship. They were not two things that went together. However, Unity wasn't on the deck of the ship. Given that the ship had set the journey back a day, that meant that it was now 5 days left together. Unity had been on board for 4 days already, so that meant that she'd been here for 9 days. That was worryingly close to the limit Shella had experienced when it came to how long other people could stay on board without pain to her. Hopefully, the ship wouldn't pull any more nasty pranks on Shella. Speaking of which... Shella looked up at the steering wheel. It was back, but that was only to be expected out of a shape-changing ship. She looked further up at the masts, and was pleasantly surprised. The masts had straightened themselves back into shape. Shella wondered if the ship had decided to go back to the shortest path after all. Shella heard a door creak open, and looked down to see Unity closing the door that led to the lower deck carrying a small cloth sack. Unity looked around, and smiled warmly to the pseudo-captain. "So, what'd you make from my pearls?" asked Shella as she walked over to Unity. "This," Unity said, and pulled out a string of pearls from the sack. A necklace? No, that wasn't it. It didn't have a latch at the ends. Instead, on one end, it ended cleanly with a small pearl, maybe a centimeter wide, and the other end had a hoop made of string with decorative coral on it. As it went from small pearl to hoop, Shella saw that the pearls got larger and larger, until they ended at a pearl 3 inches in diameter. The hoop wasn't large enough for a wrist to fit through, but too wide for a finger. As far as decorative items went, it was strange, and must have been based off of something from Unity's world. "So, uh, what is it?" Shella asked, completely stumped. Unity giggled and jangled the pearl string around. "You've never seen one? For all your sexual partners, you have never seen something like this and used it for its intended purpose?" she asked in return. "No. Ain't got a clue. Remember here, I'm the cursed pirate, you're the sex thingy," grumped Shella. "It's a set of anal beads. They aid in pleasure during sexual intercourse," Unity informed. Shella was familiar with those terms, even if she had never encountered one, and her eyebrows raised in surprise. "Can I see it?" Shella asked. Unity handed over the string to Shella, and she raked it over with her eyes. No cut lines, held together by string but there were no gaps between pearls, and it seemed incredibly strong. It was one hell of a piece of work, in Shella's eyes. "How'd ya make it?" she asked, curiosity burning. "I got help," said Unity. "Lilith is surprisingly nice, and she is very knowledgable." Shella had to process that one. "You mean, my ship helped you make this." "Yes!" said Unity. "I'm surprised she hasn't revealed herself to you. I simply asked and she was there." "Wait...so about those creaking noises last night..." Shella pondered out loud. "Lilith has pent-up sexual frustrations, and I helped that issue as payment for her help," Unity calmly said. Shella's mind did a quick double take. Unity, who said she was artificial, had sex with her ship, the Sea Lilith, which was also an artificial. Never before had such a strange encounter taken place near her. "I think I need to sit down," mumbled Shella, laying against a railing. "May I have the anal beads back?" asked Unity. Shella obliged and reached out the hand holding them. "You know, you should treat your partner better." Shella just raised her head to look at Unity. "Not your sexual partner, of course," Unity continued to lecture, "but your ship. She's as alive as you or I. She's just never talked to you because she's kind of scared of you." Shella gave another look at Unity. "So you're saying that I, who have been here a hundred-plus years, with a curse slightly beyond that, have never once talked to my ship, while you, who've been here something like 4 days, has managed to seduce it." Unity's head titled to the side in thought, and then she said, "Yes, approximately that." Shella jumped up. "Are you aware how bullshit that is? You couldn't even seduce a nymphomaniac, not to mention she shouldn't trust you because you're new, plus you'll be leaving soon, plus I got here first!" she yelled. "If you are mad at what happened, then I apologize. However, I did get to talk to her at great length. She is shy. She is afraid to talk to living beings. She is starved for attention. She also loves you, perhaps idiotically. She talked to me because she knew that I was like her, an artificial being, and knew what it means to be an object," said Unity, as serene as mechanically possible. "She would love to talk to you. You were the first thing in her life ever. She lets you restructure her main body. However, you have proved to be violent against the ship. You have almost absolute command over a being that you call a prison. She wants to help you obtain your goal, and live a life full of adventure outside of the Pleasure World. So, please, be nice." Shella stared at Unity again, then winced as a bolt of pain shocked her body from her belly. "Yeah, yeah, love to do that, blah blah blah. But honestly, I got a pearl growing inside me, and it ain't doing any favors for my temperament," growled Shella. "Now pardon me as I stagger off to my quarters." Shella walked towards the set of double doors leading to her room. Behind her, she heard Unity say, "Do not expect my company tonight." Mumbling, Shella shut the door behind her. Shella flopped down on her bed, then immediately started cursing just about everything that had happened. She had just woken up. She could still see the sun floating above the horizon. And she just condemned herself to her bedroom. Without Unity. It wasn't long before she threw a pillow in rage and sat up. Shella had to admit it, she didn't want to contact the ship. It was just an object! Why should it be alive? Magical, yes. Living and as bright as she was? No. Just, no. But she should, if to at least make Unity happier. Wait, why make Unity happy again? Shella staunchly refused to believe herself to be a romantic, especially in as random a situation as this. She's here, Unity is here also. Random happenstance. But the problem was that the pearl was linked to Unity. It wouldn't grow if she wasn't involved somehow, and Shella needed to get this one to be a black pearl. Shella lay back on the bed, face-up, and covered her hands with her face. This was a fine mess she had put herself in. * * * The day passed, and night had begun to fall. Shella opened her door silently, slipped out to the darkened deck, and closed the door. There was still enough light for her to see Unity sitting on the deck near a railing. Bare-foot, she padded over to where Unity sat. Behind her, clusters of yellow-glowing sea-life sprung up in clusters on the masts and railings. Next to Unity, a flower-like coral cluster grew into existence. She noted it, then turned around to see Shella. Shella thought Unity would grimace, or chide her, or something like that, but Unity didn't. She smiled. "You changed clothing. It looks good," commented Unity. Shella had abandoned her usual attire, pirate flag and all, and changed into a green sleeveless floor-length dress. The emerald satin-like material clung to her body, hugging her breasts, hips, and legs. She didn't normally wear such a thing, it was restrictive in more ways than one, but she felt the need for a change of cloth. "Yeah, I needed a change of pace," said Shella. She sat down next to Unity, feet slipping out from the dress. "No shoes?" asked Unity. "Don't have anything that'd work, and they'd never fit," replied Shella. She looked at her feet. They were surprisingly large, kind of like flippers, broad, webbed, with sharp claws at the end. Basically the bane of shoe-wearing. She looked over at Unity's feet. They were thin and small, though they seemed to be natural high-heeled shoes, turning into a point at the end. The two women's feet were polar opposites. The sea was dark and calm, the sky was purple, and with the sun behind them, the two women, one cursed, the other an object, gazed into the twilight. Shella broke the silence. "Have you been sitting out here the entire day?" she asked. "Have you spent the entire day locked up inside your room?" returned Unity. Shella gave a snort. "Hey, I changed clothes. I don't normally do anything but pirate." "I also talked to Lilith some more," said Unity. Shella said nothing. "Are you lonely?" Unity asked. Shella remained silent. "Lilith told me that you suffer serious pain if someone stays on the ship more than a week and a half. She told me it isn't her fault. It is your curse's fault," Unit said. "Does this have to be about the Sea Lilith?" Shella asked. "Well, I view it as my most pressing concern," said Unity. "I have around 4 days left, not including what little is left of today, and I would like you to be able to see Lilith before then." "I've been meaning to ask," began Shella. "How the hell did you fuck a ship?" Unity shrugged. "The normal way," she replied. Shella had to stifle a laugh. "The normal way? I'm sorry, but from what I know, this ship ain't got no pussy, ass, or mouth." "Lilith can manifest herself as humanoid. That is also what I mean by being able to see Lilith before I leave," said Unity. Shella sighed and leaned back. "Yeah, well, I also got a goal I need to get done before you leave. I need the pearl to grow more, and it'll only grow with you involved." "I am still holding true to my words of this morning, Shella. I will not join you in sex tonight," Unity said. "Fine, fine." Shella remembered something. Unity's canister was still on deck. "Hey, your can," she began, "What should we do with it? It's too big to carry around, and I don't want it on my - on the Sea Lilith." Unity twisted around to look at the metal cylinder. The large silver can was completely alien to the worn wooden ship. It was an odd juxtaposition, like a redwood in a desert. Unity returned to staring out to sea to think about it. After a while, she finally said, "I do not need it. I have nothing in it. I do not want it." "Can we dump it off the side?" Shella asked. Unity seemed taken aback. "Wouldn't it do something terrible to the environment?" she asked. "Worst comes to worst, a merman gets a new sleeping pod," Shella said. "Seriously, it don't matter if we dump it off the edge." "Let me think about it," said Unity. "I will inform you on the last day of our voyage." "It's getting late, I'm going to bed. See you tomorrow," said Shella, before standing up and walking back to her quarters. She closed the doors behind her and slid out of her dress. Her skin exposed to the cool night air, Shella felt, well, she did feel alone. She'd snubbed her ship, and gotten snubbed by someone who could help her out of this place in return. She needed a distraction. Shella commanded glowing coral to glow around her bed, like a lamp in a room, and crawled on to it. She pressed her hands to her smooth round breasts, and tried to imagine. Something to make her nipples go hard, something to make her pussy ache, something to make her want to moan. Shella's thumbs gently caressed her nipples, circling the areola gently. Little waves of familiarness were sending their way into her body. She could already feel herself heating up, just slightly, at this level. It'd be better with someone else, sure, but she had to make do with what she had. Her hands rubbed her breasts, then one of them slid down her smooth belly, pausing briefly over her navel, then gliding over her hairless snatch. A lone finger gently poked at the pink petals, finding the entrance slightly open and moist. Her upper hand kept its focus on her dark brown nipple, rubbing it in spirals and occasionally pinching it. Her lower hand kept the focus going up and down, slowly tracing the pink slit. She could feel it open ever so slightly more, become more ready for impaling, feel her clit stiffen up and harden. Shella's legs splayed open slightly, an easier access position, and tried pushing harder. She sighed with content as that familiar stroking feeling enveloped her sensitive flower and flowed from there. Her thumb flicked the red bean, and she smiled as the warmth flowed through her. Her fingers pushed inwards, diving into the folds of sensitive flesh, rubbing in a good touch. She felt her middle finger slide past the lips, into the tunnel easily, an entire finger searching for that spot inside her body. She added in her ring finger, widening her spread. Her breath became shallow as she picked up speed, short, tiny moans escaping her sometimes. Her hand clutched at her breast, squeezing and crushing the hard nipple. Her fingers dived in and out faster and faster, her palm crushing her clit and stroking it every time she moved her fingers. Shella could feel the pleasure inside, a numb pleasure welling up and ready to take over her mind. Diving in, stroking out, Shella's hands were her masters, groping the best spots to add to that tower of pleasure in her head, ready to fall over. With several loud staccato groans, her mind exploded. Numbness overtook her every thought, a blank happy haze the result of orgasm. She gently slid her wet fingers out of her body, and drifted to sleep. * * * Shella awoke with a painful groan. She'd been another dream, but she couldn't remember it. She just knew she felt like she had been punched in the stomach. Damn, she needed to get this pearl out of her as fast as possible, and as big as possible. She slid the sheet off herself, and stood up. In front of her, both the dress and her normal clothes were folded and neatly placed. Shella half-smiled. Someone had come in during the night while she was sleeping. Black Pearls Ch. 01 After sitting on the edge of the bed and thinking about her options for the day, Shella decided to return to the emerald dress. The smooth cloth felt nice on her skin, though she didn't want to know what'd happen to it if she got it wet. After she slipped into it, and rearranged it so that it didn't bunch up unattractively, she opened the door and journeyed out on deck. Unity was on the other side of the deck, watching the sunrise. "Hey!" Shella yelled, "Did you go into my cabin last night?" Unity stood up, stretched, and said in reply, "No. I kept my promise. Lilith was just being friendlier." Shella nodded in understanding, then blushed in a moment of realization. "Wait, Lilith is always here, right. As in always watching whomever is on the ship, right?" "That is my understanding from what tales she has told me," Unity calmly stated. Well, that was a tad bit awkward. Shella didn't mean to put on a show for her ship. She caught Unity giving a knowing smile before returning to watching the sunrise. "Did you talk with Lilith again last night?" asked Shella. "For a short while," said Unity. There was a short silence, then Unity turned to Shella. "Pardon my asking, but can your abilities create sex toys?" "Sure, but only with sea-life. Makes it interesting, also requires smarts. Turns out regular coral got toxic stings in addition to bein' rough," Shella answered. "And if you're goin' to ask for a demonstration, I'll only do that if there's sex involved." Unity giggled. "I think this evening will be a fine time," she returned. "...Did the Sea Lilith have anything nice to say about me?" asked Shella hesitantly. There could be some awkward... "She said that you were gorgeous touching yourself," Unity replied. Shella's face burned up in embarrassment. She was growing an all-new awareness of her privacy. "If you are feeling embarrassed about Lilith watching your masturbation, then getting to know her extremely well would likely solve that issue," said Unity. "I never said that I masturbated!" Shella squawked. "Lilith reported her pent-up sexual frustrations to me, involving a graphic description of your most recent masturbation, then asked for sex," said Unity. "I would also like to report that the anal beads work perfectly." "Well, then. I think I'm gonna take a bath," said Shella. "Haven't had one in a few days, etcetera etcetera. See you tonight." Shella ran off to the bath to cool herself off. * * * Later that evening, Shella, still in her emerald dress, was lounging in her bedroom when she heard a knock at the door. She opened it up and saw Unity standing there. "You know, there's only the, well, so it's three of us," said Shella, taking the Sea Lilith into account. "I still find knocking pertinent. Would you rather I come in here unannounced?" replied Unity. "Hm, good point," Shella murmured before letting Unity in. Unity walked into the center of the room, before cocking one hip and asking, "So, what about your little tricks?" "Well, do you want to have a fake dick on you, or should I have that? And are you goin' to use the anal beads?" asked Shella in retaliation. "Hmm, I think I shall have the dildo. Lilith informed me you are used to being the dominant one in same-sex encounters, but I would like practice. And the anal beads are right here," Unity said, lifting the beads up by the hoop. "I'm goin' to need for you to lose your clothes, then," Shella said, cracking a smile. "Aww, and I don't get any motivation?" remarked Unity as she took off her top. Unity turned around when she pulled down her thong, allowing the curtain-like tail to slide off her smooth, round ass. Black clothes laying on the floor, Unity turned to face Shella. "How are you going to apply the dildo?" she asked. Shella walked over to Unity and slipped a finger in between her legs. It came back out glistening. "Perfect," whispered Shella. She placed a hand on either side of Unity's waist and guided her against the coral display. "Bend over, far as you can. Goin' to insert this directly." Unity bent over more than 90 degrees, with her legs splayed out for easy access. Hands placed against thighs for support, she pressed her bottom to the coral display. Shella closed her eyes and focused on the coral bed and what it could feel. It felt two smooth thighs, and between them, a wet little slit. Shella made the coral grow into a cylinder right between the legs, below the slit, then pressed a growing column into the slit. Unity gasped and moaned as the coral pillar pressed into her, wiggling about on the invader. "Hey, no wiggling! Don't want it to break, now do you?" commanded Shella. Unity gave a small mewl of protest, and ceased her wiggling. Shella refocused on to the growing coral. It was much easier to let it grow however, but that could cause serious injury if inside someone. Instead, she focused on making the texture smooth, not jagged, and without any of that nasty toxin stuff. With the cylinder planted inside Unity, Shella focused on securing the outside. Thin string-like coral wrapped itself in front of Unity's crotch, seizing and holding tightly, so that the entire thing wouldn't move. Finally, she focused on the cylinder between Unity's legs. She brought it forward, roughly where the penis would be on a man. It curved upwards ever so slightly, and the tip turned into a plump mushroom-like head. Several pleasurable bumps dotted the faux-penis' length, while the coral's material swirled and knotted, occasionally forming pits. With a small crack, Shella separated the coral penis from the bed. "All right, stand up, let's see how it looks," Shella said. Obligingly, Unity stood straight up. The coral dildo was a deep pinkish-red, covered in bumps, swirls, and pits, with a mushroom head at the top. It was 7 inches long and thicker than two fingers, a good size to Shella, and curved slightly. It had been attached by another dildo inserted into Unity, with a clutching set of string-thin coral pressing into the flesh above the dildo arranged in an archaic hellenistic pattern. Unity looked at the thing waving between her legs, stroked it up and down with a hand a few times, and smiled. "Excellent skill, Shella," commented Unity, "Now, if you would please place your hands on the bed?" With a wicked grin, Shella turned around and placed her hands on the bed, thrusting her ass into the air. Unity ran her hands up along the sides of Shella's long legs, pushing her emerald dress up as she went. The dress crested the fine round cheeks, settling on the small of the back. Shell slowly gyrated hinting at what she wanted. Her cunt was swollen and moist, pink petals splaying open. Instead of immediate insertion, Unity bent down over Shella, the dildo running between Shella's legs. Unity's hands cupped Shella's breasts, her own rubbing into Shella's back. With a quick tug, she pulled the green dress off of Shella's breasts, letting the smooth brown globes hang free. Unity grasped Shella's breasts, squeezing and rubbing them together, while running the dildo between Shella's legs. Shella's tits tingled in excitement, her pussy aching in want. Abruptly, Unity let go of Shella's breasts, instead snatching up the anal bead. She held them over her open mouth, then swallowed them all. Unity pulled them out one by one, with each bead covered in a thick lubricating liquid. She placed the smallest one against Shella's anus, and gently pushed it in with her thumb. When it was in, Unity pushed in the second one as slowly as the first. Unity pressed in all of them until only the last one remained outside, never once touching Shella otherwise. Finished pressing in the beads, Unity gently pressed the tip of the dildo to Shella's eager cunt. At that slight touch, Shella, so impatient about being teased, thrusted backwards, sliding on to the dildo up to the hilt with a satisfied sigh. Unity giggled and leaned over Shella, once again pressing breasts to back. She thrust forward to get Shella back into proper position, grabbed her breasts, and withdrew, leaving just the mushroom head inside Shella's wet flower. The first thrust was agonizingly slow for Shella. She was used to quick powerful thrusts, but Unity just pressed forward, inching like a clever serpent. The pleasure grew upwards, like a growing plant, before Shella felt Unity's waist touch her own, then slowly crawled out. The next one was barely any faster, crawling and tickling Shella's insides, hitting the hilt, then slowly withdrawing. "Come on, thrust faster!" Shella moaned. "Then we'd waste a good time, and wasting a good time is a terrible thing to do," whispered Unity close to Shella's ear, slowly pushing in. Shella didn't know how long it was, Unity slowly pushing in and pulling out. Her anticipation almost outweighed the sense she got of it crawling inside and outside her. She strained to resist taking over herself, resisting the urge to push Unity over and ride until she came. "Come on, turn over," whispered Unity. Finally, something else! Unity bent up and pulled out to allow Shella to flip on to her back. Shella's nipples were hard with desire, hard as the coral she had put on Unity. Shella arced her back and splayed her legs as far as she could, fingers playing with her clit. "Come on, don't make me wait," she said impatiently. Unity guided the tip to Shella's entrance, then seized Shella's wrists and pulled them away from her clit. "We're going to make sure this is a good long time," Unity murmured. Unity's thrust was faster and harder last time, but it still tickled slowly up and down inside Shella. The next one was much faster, more matching Shella's expectations. The one after that actually made her yelp in surprise, as a strong, hard curved lance burrowed its way inside her, pushing against flesh at a speed she liked. Shella rejoiced at this new speed. She let the motions overtake her mind, letting in the numbing pleasure that she yearned for. Relaxing, Shella's hands' drifted over her head, released by Unity. She felt familiar hands grope her breasts, stroking the smooth flesh and pinching the hard nips. Shella let herself be filled by her creation, lowly moaning as it drove in and out and uncountable number of times. Shella could feel the pressure build up, mounting in her loins, a sacred call to release everything. She resisted it, like she should, savoring the impaling for as long as she could. "Are you ready to climax?"asked Unity. "Yes, yes!" gasped Shella, another thrust taking its toll. Unity grabbed Shella by the legs and flipped her on her stomach, ass pressing against Unity. "When you feel the beads start to be removed, you may climax," she stated. Shella felt a slight tug from the anal beads, then felt one pop out as Unity retracted. When Unity thrusted hard, Shella let herself go. Numb, blissful oblivion enveloped her mind in orgasm, tightening around the coral cock. Her mind returned slowly back to the present, her body empty of invaders. Shella groaned and rolled over to see Unity standing triumphantly and twirling the anal beads around a finger. "How are you feeling? Would you like some more?" asked Unity, as serene as ever. "I feel fantastic. Exhausted, but fantasti-gurgh!" Shella crunched up in a ball. Last time, if felt like someone had punched her in the gut. This time, it felt like a spiked club was being smashed against her belly over and over, and it would never let up. "What help do you need?" asked Unity in a moment of panic. "Just, gergh, help settle me .. down!" gasped Shella through the pain. She tried to uncurl herself, but it felt as bad as being stretch out on a rack. Unity tried to help, but Shella's trembling form proved impossible to help. Desperate, Shella's hand dived into her body through the flesh as if it were water. That may have been an even worse plan, as now it felt like a splintery wooden stake were being driven into a salted wound. There was something large in her belly, some kind of orb, like the pearl would be. Desperate, she clenched around the pearl and dragged it out, nearly throwing it out of her body. Alien gem removed, Shella collapsed in relief and let the pearl roll out of her fingers on to the bed. She felt tired, so tired, like she ran a marathon in heavy clothes. Sleep seemed like a good idea right now... Shella felt an arm brush past her and snatch up the pearl. She heard some humming, growing hazier and hazier as she drifted off to sleep. Shella wasn't allowed respite, however. She was awoken with a shaking on the shoulders. "I think you should be pleased with this one," said Unity. In her fingers was a large black pearl. "Oh, so zatsh's wha hurt sho dammed mutsch. Imma see you tommorrow," mumbled Shella. She had the vague nagging feeling she should feel excited somehow, but her body wasn't up to it. Shella faded to black in the exhaustion. * * * Shella awoke feeling refreshed. She had been just haphazardly laying on the bed all throughout the night, and felt as new and fresh as could be. The events of last night were slightly scrambled, though she remembered the pleasure. And the pain, much to her disgust. Looking to one side, Unity was sitting naked and noticeably not-cross-legged on a wooden stool, deep pink dildo still waggling between her legs, and with the large black pearl in her fingers. "I wasn't sure what to do when you passed out," Unity explained. "Also, how should I remove this attachment?" "Erm, lemme think," Shella mumbled. She extended a hand, and just like that, the dildo crumbled to pieces. Pinkish-red chunks clattered to the floor. "Nice, but there are chunks still stuck inside me," said Unity. "Sorry, shoulda thought that out first," Shella said. With a groan, she sat up. The glorious light of the morning shimmered through the windows, an easy indication of what time it was. Shella ruffled her hair in realization and said, "Crap. Wanted that to last until the last day." Unity twirled the pearl around in her fingers with expert skill. "If it got any bigger, there would have been a chance of internal rupturing, though I am unsure of how exactly it works," she commented. "Sex happens, it grows. Though that one's bigger than the first pearl, and I fucked her a lot!" Shella said. She looked down and realized she was still wearing the now much-rumpled emerald dress. Shella wiggled out of it, and spread it out to check for damages. "Shit," she said when she saw the huge long tear down the front. "How the hell did that happen?" Unity craned for a look. "I think it was your claws when you dug out the pearl." Shella looked at her own hand. Small green thread were caught under sharp nails. She swore again. Shella liked that dress. It was her. Shella sighed and found her normal clothes. She pulled up the tight pants, buttoned the singular button on her shirt, and tied the flag around her waist. As a final touch, she knotted the bandanna to keep her seaweed-like hair out of her eyes. Shella motioned for the pearl, stating, "Lemme see it." Unity passed the pearl to Shella, giving her her first real good look at the object. It was big, more than half the size of a clenched fist. It had a lovely reflective luster to its midnight black surface that caught light magnificently. It was also incredibly smooth, perfectly round with no rough spots. Shella could feel the desire to keep it forever light up inside her. "Perfect," she murmured to the pearl softly. "Yes, it is. I personally cannot find a single thing wrong with it, and neither can Lilith," said Unity. With a dull grunt, she pulled out a chunk of cylinder from inside her. Shella stared deeply into the pearl, mesmerized by its entirety, while Unity grunted and pulled out coral bits. "I'm going to have particles in there forever, aren't I?" Unity said with despair. "Mmm, just get them out real good, and you should be fine," Shella said, not turning to look at Unity. Removing the last chunk with a clatter, Unity stood up and pulled on her thong, then her top. "Want to go put that pearl in its place?" she asked. "I should, but it's so damn pretty. It's like a reverse star of the night sky," Shella said, gazing into the pearl's shiny void. "Hmm, I definitely say time to put it in its place," said Unity. "Up and at them, sea-tiger!" She pulled Shella up and directed her outside, towards the door, and at the stairs that led to the bath. Shella snapped out of it at the top of the stairs, and walked down them without any trouble at all, though she was clutching the pearl with a death grip. Shella walked, zombie-like, to the entrance to the treasure hall, pushed it open in a trance, and walked over to the coral display. There, she placed it in an indentation as gently as if it were a faberge egg. With a gentle murmur of reassurance towards the pearl, Shella forced a protective net of coral to grow around the pearl. Once finished, Shella cracked a wide, happy grin. "Well, are you satisfied?" asked Unity, leaning up against a wall. "Oh, I'd say so," Shella said, turning to leave. "Though I ain't got a clue what to do for the rest of the trip. There's what, three days left? Counting today, of course." "I would remind you that sex is always an option," commented Unity. "Yeah, but I can't get any more pearls out of you. It's one per person, and after that, I'm a little turned off." "Oh, I could make it worth it," Unity said, drawing near to Shella. Shella smiled at that inadvertently. Unity was getting better. As they exited the treasure hall and Shella closed the doors to that room, the ship creaked in an odd way. Unity looked around, and walked towards a section of the wall to the right of the treasure hall entrance. With a loud crack, a rectangular section of the wall fell away, opening on to a dark room. "Hey, wait, what's goin' on?!" exclaimed Shella. "Lilith's invited me for a private conference. I'm not sure on what, though," Unity stated. She walked through the portal, and with a slam, a new-found wooden door closed on the portal. Shella ran up to the door to hammer on it, and saw a crudely-written sign on it: 'No Captinz Allowed'. "Shit," Shella mumbled. Grumbling, Shella stomped up the stairs. * * * Shella didn't see Unity for the rest of the day, nor the day after that. In the intervening time, she looked at her emerald dress, and gave it up. The hole was huge, and Shella was no clothes tailor, even if she had the right shade of green. Shella had a metal framed chair she got from a previous encounter, and spent most of her time lounging on it on the forward deck. But the single most irritating thing to her was the way the Sea Lilith was creaking. The ship often settled into prolonged creaks, though Shella couldn't tell if it was trying to talk to her or not. Worse yet was when the ship creaked back and forth quickly. Now that she knew what caused that, Shella knew what kind of hijinks Unity was getting in to with the Sea Lilith. She probably shouldn't have mentioned getting only one pearl out of a person... Shella was caught snoring on the open deck when she was awoken with gentle shaking. "Shella...Shella! I've got good news for you!" Shella grumbled and slowly opened her eyes to see Unity blocking her light. It must've been mid-way through the final day of their voyage together. Shella wasn't entirely sure what good news could be, though. Her ship practically stole the only other person on board and, from the amount of creaks, had lots of sex with them. "This better be good, or I ain't sayin' good-bye," Shella grouched. "Oh, it's good. Very good, especially for you. Come with me, please!" Unity seemed particularly bubbly. Shella decided to just go along with it. Shella stretched, then got up from her chair. She followed Unity all the way down to the Treasure Hall, which was already open. "Did you mess with my pearls again?" Shella asked. Black Pearls Ch. 01 "No, something much better. You can come on out now, Lily!" Lily, eh? That sounded a bit like her ship's name, though Shella. The wall rippled like water, and slowly, a woman emerged. She was shorter than both Shella and Unity, and looked to be only slightly over 18 years of age. She had deathly white skin, perhaps slightly bluish, with long pale blue hair down past her shoulders and covering half of her face. What was exposed included a solid pale-blue eye, a small straight nose, and purple lips. She was also as thin as Shella was, with a tight abdomen and lovely curved thighs. Long tan skin-tight boots came up to her knees, where they bent outwards and fell down like the branches of a willow tree. A waistcoat was buckled like a belt low on her waist, hanging almost to the floor with a faded pattern similar to the Sea Lilith's outer decoration. Large, smooth round breasts were held in check by a patternless bikini top, with the panties clutching tightly to her bottom. However, she quickly escalated into the more bizarre territories. Rib-like plates below her amble breasts were made out of a greyish wood, connecting to a wooden plate over the sternum that seemed to be the actual sternum, smoothly transitioning into pale flesh. Behind her, a ship's mast grew out of her back at an angle, snapped at the midway point but still with a single wooden crossbar running through it close to the splintered break point. With her hands held behind her back, the girl slowly approached Shella, hesitating. Shella noticed that the girl was absolutely drenched. Her hair was plastered to her head and skin, the waterlogged cloth of her outfit clutching her skin. As she breathed, Lily's breasts strained against her clothing. Gingerly, Lily held out one closed fist, and slowly opened it to reveal a black pearl. Shella looked at the pearl, then at Lily. "Is she...my Sea Lilith?" Shella asked Unity. "Yes, she is Sea Lilith, though she prefers Lilith, or Lily," answered Unity. Shella's hand wavered close to the pearl. "How did you make this?" she wondered aloud. Lilith remained silent, perhaps out of nervousness, but Unity answered. "As it turns out, you are not the only one who can cause the growth of these pearls. Lilith is, quite literally, in the same boat as you. She, through sexual intercourse, can force the growth of pearls in whomever is the more submissive party, though it hurts less for her because her body is bigger." Shella eyed the space around them. The grain and color of the wood matched the wood growing out of Lilith exactly. "So, uh, what does this mean?" she asked, somewhat dumbfounded. "It will be easier for you to accumulate black pearls. Assuming, of course, you can persuade Lilith to help. She remains rather shy. It took me forever to get her to come out of her hull this much," said Unity. "I was more wonderin' how she had the same curse as me, really." said Shella. "You two are tied together, and therefore share the same fate. What benefits one, benefits another. What wrecks one, wrecks another. Lily told me all of this," Unity added. Lilith motioned her hands in offering the black pearl. Shella gingerly picked it up and sized it. It was smaller than the large black hunk Shella had grown inside her, and seemed to be about as large as the first black pearl. She really needed to see how those pearls grew to their current size. Shella walked over to the coral circle and placed the new pearl in one of the cups. She now had three, out of the ten she needed. The massive black pearl caught her eye, but she successfully tore her gaze away from it. "Well. I guess that's that. All things been said, I presume?" Shella asked. "I have nothing more to say. Do you, Lily?" said Unity. Lily remained silent, hanging back. "We'll be hitting shores soon, and that's where you depart," said Shella. "By all means, let's be above so that I may see my new home with my own two eyes," reccomended Unity. The entire group, with nothing better to do, walked above deck. It was there where Shella was reminded ot Unity's decision on her canister. "Hey, you said that you'd decide what to do with your can at the end of our trip, and this is, well, just about the end. What're you going to do with that hunk of metal?" asked Shella. The canister sat like a large ugly block on the deck. Shella nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard the giant cracking noise. A section of the ship's deck, from the edge to the can itself, ripped itself out of the deck and sprung up like a catapult, throwing the can far out to sea. With an ancient groan, the section settled back down and re-fused with the rest of the ship. "I was already going to remove it somehow, I just wasn't sure. But then Lily came along and offered to dispose of it spectacularly. I just couldn't say no. She's a sweet girl, you should give her company more often," Unity said. Shella was silent. That was one hell of an impressive display. She wondered if she could find any uses for it. Or to get any unwanted folks off her ship... Shella felt a tug on her arm. She turned to see Lilith, surprisingly close, point towards in front of the ship. Off in the horizon, stormy clouds were gathering over a jagged grey line that flattened out to the right. "Hey, we've made it!" she said. Unity sharply turned her head to look at the oncoming terrain, and said, "What, no Land Ho?" "One, I'll miss you. Two, can't go on land. It'd be a sore point if I enjoy something that hurts me," said Shella. "Points taken," Unity said. The three women waited in awkward silence as the land grew bigger on them. Darker clouds grew over the ship, and slightly sharper winds dragged the ship towards the zone. "You know, I hate long goodbyes," said Shella, sitting on the metal-framed chair that was still there. "Indeed. It is just a good parting ruined by length," Unity followed up on. Lilith remained silent. The Sea Lilith creaked up to a massive stone pier, then gently rubbed against its sides. To one side, dagger-like grey mountains pierced the air, slowly transitioning to a near-flat waste on the other side. Shella could see a speck of neon color in the distance, perhaps yet another zone she would never have access to. The ship groaned in complaint as a gangplank grew out of the sides and slid on to the pier. Unity stood by, waiting to part. "Any final words before we part?" "Yeah. It was an...enlightening time, to say the least. Hurt like hell, too," Shella said. "Say, where are those anal beads you made?" "I thought that perhaps you would like to keep them. They were made with your pearls, after all," Unity said. "Nah, I can always sex up some more pearls. 'Sides, I can make any toy I want," Shella said. Lilith moved unexpectedly, rushing towards Unity with a small sack in her hands. She pressed the bundle into Unity's hands and then shuffled backwards, as if taken aback by her own activity. Unity looked inside, and smiled just a small bit. "I guess I'm keeping them. One last thing..." she said. Unity caught Lilith around the waist and kissed her passionately. Lilith, caught unawares, struggled vainly with her lips locked to Unity's, her cheeks turning a rather amusing shade of bright purple. Unity broke off the kiss, walked over to Shella, and gave her an almost-as-ferocious of a kiss. "Be nice to Lilith. You two are in this together, and she is a fine partner," Unity said, before walking onto the gangplank and onto the pier. The gangplank dissolved into splinters, but the ship didn't move. Lilith had retreated to the metal-framed chair, with her hands up to her burning purple cheeks. "Aww, first kiss. Maybe. Perhaps first heart broken, too." Shella whispered to herself. Shella sat down next to Lilith as she moved out to sea. "Don't worry, me heartie. There's still plenty of fish in the sea, and more adventure to be had," Shella said, trying to comfort Lilith. She didn't know if that would work, but she did know that at least her life had become that much more interesting. She watched the shrinking figure of Unity sway off on to land in the distance. Yes, and that much more eye-opening, too. Black Pearls Ch. 02 Shella awoke to a sickening crunching noise and heavy rain rattling the windows of her cabin. "What tha hell?" Shella muttered to herself and she looked out the window. Fierce drops of rain slammed themselves against the glass panes, and Shella could hear the howling of the wind outside shake the panes of glass. "What tha hell?!" Shella exclaimed, and threw the bed covers off herself. No time for clothes, the weather, for once, was interesting. She pattered to the door, large flipper-like feet flapping, her dark brown body exposed except for the tight pants she wore. Shella was something like a mermaid, in being that she had fish-like traits. However, those traits were kept to her webbed hands, fin-like ears, feet, and gills along her neck and ribs. She more looked like a tall curvaceous woman with a flat belly, dark bronze skin, and seaweed-like green hair. Shella wrenched the door open, and howling winds slammed into her, nearly knocking her over and tearing the door off its hinges. Shella struggled to close the door and locked it, just as a precaution. This was weird. Shella, for the last hundred or so years of her seemingly-immortal life, had been trapped in a bizarre alternate world that didn't have many features with a real life, such as pregnancy, illness, death, or bad weather. Strictly speaking, that bad weather part wasn't true, it's just that the weather had never changed. Shella had seen places that had bad weather, but her place, the Ocean, was always in good weather. Shella tied back her hair with a bandanna and threw on a torn shirt that, with its one remaining button, functioned more like a bra for her. Normally, she'd also tie a tattered pirate flag around her waist, but the loose cloth would be caught in this hellish wind. Shella needed to see what was going on out there. Going back to the door, Shella firmly grasped it, opened it just enough to let her squeeze past, and closed it before the wind decided to mount another attack on the door. The fierce wind bit into her skin, and the raindrops slammed against her. Shella looked up to see dark, angry clouds swirl with the wrath of gods. "What tha hell is goin' on?" she said to herself. The words were stolen on the wind. Thunder cracked, and lightning flashed. In the brief light, Shella could see massive rocky trees of spikes rammed into one side of the ship. She peered upward, hands shielding her eyes. Shella couldn't see much, but she was pretty sure the sails were torn apart. Shella pushed against the wind, trying to make her way to the spikes and assess the damage, when the wind snapped and twisted around. Shella was flung like a ragdoll across the deck and over the railing, splashing down into the cold water below. It took a moment for Shella to realize what had happened. One moment, she was breathing air, the next, her gills had opened, and she was breathing water. Solid green eyes blinked as they grew accustomed to the darkness of the water around Shella. Not even a few feet from where she floated in the water, a gigantic spike of rock shot up. Underwater was much less turbulent than above. Everything was eerily still and silent. Nothing moved under here, and that always unnerved Shella. There was a dark shape above her, touching a set of spikes. Shella's feet kicked off, sending her towards the shape like a rocket. It was the Sea Lilith, Shella's ship, more affectionately known as Lily, and she was not looking good. Somehow, the storm had blown Lily onto the stone spikes, and now a few of them had ripped holes in the hull. The cavernous wounds made by the spikes were blacker than midnight. Shella wasn't sure if they had hit something vital. Shella swam up the the surface and poked her head above the water. There was another crack of lightning, and Shella swore she saw something flying amongst the clouds. Something hit the water close to Shella. It was a rope ladder back up the ship. Shella could see a dark figure on the deck. She clambered back up, and saw Lily hunched against the storm, a hand covering her stomach. Lily was the personification of the Sea Lilith, and she looked, for the most part, like a drowned young woman, with purple-tinted white skin, pale hair, and wooden ribs embedded in her skin beneath her breasts. She was wearing a torn dress that either clung to her or fluttered more than the sails of the ship and a set of knee-high boots. "You okay?" Shella yelled over the storm. Lily weakly removed the hand covering her stomach. Even in the dark, Shella could see that a chunk was missing from her belly. "Come on, let's get back inside," Shella said. They leaned on each other for support, Lily because of her wound, Shella to grab on to something more attuned to the deck than she was. The doors to Shella's cabin almost burst open, and after they had entered, Shella struggled to close them. Lily was sitting on the edge of Shella's bed, holding her wound and grimacing. "Hey," Shella called out, "It'll be all right. The storm'll die down, and we can patch you up." Lily tapped her ear with her free hand and then pointed to her lips as she mouthed something. "Huh?" Shella had no clue what Lily was motioning about. Shella had never heard Lily talk, ever. Best guess was that she was mute. Lily repeated the same motion, but at the end, she pointed outside. Ear, mouth, storm... Well, ear probably meant hearing, Shella thought, and the mouth probably meant voice. "Did you hear someone speaking out in the storm?" Shella asked. Lily tilted her head up, placed her hand to her throat, and repeated the mouthing motions. It was more like a choir singing action, Shella decided. "Singing, then. Well, I didn't hear anything," Shella said. "C'mon, let's see the wound," Shella said, kneeling down next to Lily. Lily flinched, but lifted her hand off her stomach. There was a huge gash on the side of Lily's stomach, like the one on the ship proper. The wound's surface was a splintery mess of greyed wood, as if a hunk had been torn out. On a human, or any living being, the wound would be certainly fatal. Shella grimaced at the wound. There wasn't anything she could do for it; she just didn't know how. "If there's someone behind this, I'll drag them aboard. Will you be all right?" Shella asked. Lily nodded. "Is anything vital damaged?" Shella asked. Lily shook her head. That was good. There was a room filled with pearls, and that must not be touched. Shella didn't care who it was, but if someone else other than her or Lily was in it without her knowledge, there'd be hell to pay. It was hours before the storm died down. Shrieking wind rattled the panes, sometimes for up to an hour. It was driving Shella mad. With Lily pinned and outside too chaotic to do anything about it, she and Lily were trapped. When the storm finally did die down, it almost stopped abruptly. The entire sequence from storm clouds to a clear sky took under a minute. It was early morning, and the sun was just beginning to rise into the sky. Shella creeped out, cautiously, and looked around. The grey, worn deck of Lily was absolutely soaked, but it didn't seem damaged. Shella looked up and cursed. The masts were a mess. If she or Lily knew there was going to be a storm, she'd have the sails furled. As it was now, the masts were twisted, one was snapped, and the sails were in great long shredded strips, tangled up in ropes that had snapped and flung themselves around. As Shella watched, a mast creaked and twisted itself back into shape. Ropes automatically untangled themselves before dropping down lifelessly. Shella peered towards the crow's nest. There was something there, something like an arm or a wing draped over the side. Shella knocked on the railing to get Lily's attention. "There's something on the crow's nest. Can ye get me up there?" she asked. Almost immediately, rope twisted around and reknotted itself to form a net-like ladder leading from the ground to the crow's nest. Shella clambered up the net and looked into the crow's nest once she had reached the top. Inside, a naked wing-armed woman with pale skin was sprawled inside; a harpy. She was sleeping, though it didn't appear happily; her eyelids were puffy and red, like she'd been crying a lot. That's no place to sleep, Shella thought to herself, and shook the shoulder of the harpy. She didn't respond to the shaking. Shella shook the harpy harder, but she still didn't respond. Shella sighed in exasperation and scooped up the harpy. She weighed practically nothing! It was like Shella was hauling a box of pillows! Shella carefully backed down from the ladder, making sure not to fall off, and then carried the harpy into her cabin. A quick glance behind her and Shella saw the torn sails stitching themselves back up. Shella put the harpy on her bed; Lily wasn't in the cabin anymore. She probably was refocusing herself on fixing what had been done to her. The harpy laid sprawled across the bed, her wings just flopped about. Now that the harpy wasn't curled up, Shella could have a better look at her. The harpy had long, smooth-edged white wings with black-tipped feathers and a fan-like tail of identical feathers. Her legs were jointed like a birds, though they only sprouted fine feathers half-way up her thighs. Her feet were like a fishing-hawk's, with curved talons on the end of strong grasping claws. Her hands were also scaled and clawed, but she only had three fingers and the fingers looked stiff. What was more impressive to Shella was the harpy's size. She was small! Not as in young, the harpy appeared to be in her early twenties, like Lily looked to be. The harpy looked to be physically small. Even though the large wings took up a lot of room, her body probably would have made her a head and a half shorter than Shella, and that wasn't taking into account the havoc her legs played with her height. Still, the harpy had definite feminine features to her. Her breasts were full and smooth, even with her small body, and had pert, rosy nipples. Her smooth, heart-shaped face was exquisitely formed, and her hair was smooth, fluffy feathers? Shella checked the thatch above the harpy's groin. It looked like this harpy had fine feathers wherever there would be hair, excluding the, well, the arms were feathered even slightly past the shoulders, so Shella guessed that applied to the armpit hair as well. The harpy mumbled in her sleep and rolled over, and Shella jumped back. No, the harpy still looked to be sleeping, though she was covering herself up with a wing. Shella breathed a sigh of relief. It'd be awkward if she was caught ogling someone she just brought in, even though she was pretty sure that the harpy never wore clothes. Shella took a brief look outside. All the damage that had been done to the masts during the storm was completely gone now. Lily had done a fantastic job repairing herself. The wall next to the door rippled like water, and Lily strode out of the wood. Her dress wasn't torn as much now, it was just torn down the back and twice for her legs. Lily was one to change more than Shella did. It used to be that she wore a piecemeal set of clothes and had a wooden mast growing out of her back. Now, wooden knobs shaped like the bones of the spinal column pushed out of her back. Shella thought it was creepier, but she wouldn't stop Lily if Lily wanted to change herself. "Hey, is your belly better?" Shella asked. Lily shook her head and moved part of the dress to reveal the missing portion. She pointed out at the spines. "We're gonna get you off those rocks eventually. Just waiting for our guest here to wake up," Shella said. Lily took one look at the harpy, frowned angrily, and walked back into the wall. "Wha? What?" Shella sputtered. "You've seen naked women before, you've seen me naked! You've seen everyone who was on here naked! What's so different about her? She's not wearing anything less than half the merfolk that have come aboard!" Shella's words fell on deaf walls. She still had yet to learn all the tells to exactly what Lily was thinking. It didn't help that Lily only appeared when she wanted to appear. If she could see Lily as much as Lily could see her, then maybe they'd be on equal ground, but Shella always felt left behind by her ship whenever something important was going on. The hours passed. On one side of Shella's spacious cabin, there was a massive wardrobe with an even more massive selection of clothes spilling out of it on to the floor. Shella was inspecting a emerald dress with a huge gash in it when the harpy groaned, twisted on the bed, and sat up. "Mmmm, where is this? The nest is so soft..." murmured the harpy sleepily as Shella walked over to her. The harpy's voice was high and smooth, if weary-sounding. "Hey," Shella said. The harpy looked at her through bleary yellow eyes. "You are new. Who are you?" the harpy asked. "I am Shella, captain of the Sea Lilith, of which you happen to be on," Shella said. "I'm Plancti. I'm a siren. You're fishy," the harpy, well, that was incorrect now, so siren said. Shella hadn't met as many sirens as she had met harpies, but all the sirens she had seen were female, and barely gave her a passing glance. "Yes, yes, I am," Shella said with a low chuckle. The chuckle was fake. This Plancti was proving to be more than a tad obvious. "Have you seen my love?" Plancti asked, as if she expected Shella to know the answer. This almost came out of nowhere, but Shella wouldn't find it odd if Plancti's love was one of her previous passengers. "What do they look like?" Shella asked. "He's tall and strong and mighty and has a big penis!" Plancti enthusiastically said, flopping over on her back and trembling her skyward-pointing talons. That wasn't helpful in the least bit. If Shella was judging Plancti's size right, then anyone bigger than her would fit the bill. The only real identifier was that he was male, and Shella had boxes full of memories from all the men she had. "Anything else about him?" Shella asked softly, making sure her growing irritation wasn't getting in the way. Plancti looked at Shella between her legs and paused. Her head tilted back in thought. "He's got the most wonderful curly hair. And he had a fake bronze chest and a bronze helm and a shield and a sword and a thick spear! And he said that I was the best and his favourite!" Plancti said dreamily. A classical warrior, then. Shella had had a few of those, but they were a lot like the other warrior-types she had; They don't really care about their partners. Just to be on the safe side, Shella said, "No, I don't think I've seen your love. What's his name?" "Jason!" Plancti exclaimed, before twisting around to be on her stomach and looking at Shella. "I really want him back!" "Hey, I'll see what I can do, but we can't move. Lily got tossed on some rocks yesterday during that freak storm, and we're stuck here for now," Shella said. "Is Lily the Sea Lilith?" Plancti inquired. "Yeah, she is," Shella said. Plancti tilted her head, then asked "Is there anything I can do?" "Can you push a big ol' boat like this around?" Shella returned. "I don't know," Plancti said. She struggled to her talons and hopped on the floor, kicking off a bedsheet that had snagged itself on her talons. Plancti stretched out her wingspan and shook herself. Her wingspan was even more impressive when she stretched. Short as she was (Shella's guess was right, she was only slightly more than two heads shorter than Shella was), her wingspan easily eclipsed Shella's full arm span by a good distance. With a flurry of wings, Plancti jumped up into the air and landed on the top of Shella's wardrobe. "What can we do while we wait to get Lily off the rocks?" Plancti asked. Something occurred to Shella. "Hey, where d'ya think we are?" she asked. Plancti shrugged and said, "Sicily, maybe the islands around it. I fly around them." Placti paused, looked around the cabin, then at the bed, then at the mess of clothes below her. "I'm not in Siciliy anymore, am I?" "I don't think you are," Shella said slowly. "Come on down, it'll make things easier to explain." Shella had to explain the entire Pleasure World to Plancti. She was attentive, listening to the part of no age, illness, pregnancy, or death, but she burst into tears upon the mentioning of No Escape. "I want my Jason!" Plancti babbled out between tears. Shella found herself with her arms around Plancti. "There, there, it'll be all right. What were you doing before the storm? He may have gotten sucked in with you." Plancti's tears slowed down enough for her to explain. "We had just done it again, and he was next to me. I could stare into his eyes for hours... He said he was going to find something for us to eat, and I let him go! It was hours before I realized he hadn't returned! I flew off to look for him, and now I'm here!" Her waterfall-like tears resumed. "Don't worry, he may have been sucked in here by the storm." At this point, Shella was just trying to get Plancti to quiet down. She had never seen someone sucked into the Pleasure World through a violent storm before, but she still wasn't going to rule out something new happening just to fuck with her. And Shella definitely knew she hadn't met this Jason guy. If he was here, he'd drift along and probably get dragged ashore by mermaids. It wasn't likely that Plancti would ever meet Jason again. "Hey, you must be tired. I got a bath down below that feels wonderful," Shella said in an attempt to distract Plancti. Plancti sniffled, wiped the tears from her eyes with a wing, and said, "I'll take it. My arms are sore. My throat is sore. My legs are sore. I'm sore." On the opposite side of the room was a large coral display, a test bed for anything Shella could come up with toy-wise. She waved to it, and the tremendous crack that it made as it parted and split made Plancti jump into the air. Shella chuckled and said, "Don't worry, there's nothing that's gonna hurt you. I just got the bath down here." Shella led Plancti, whose talons clicked against the wood, to the coral display. A set of stairs had been revealed, and Shella walked down it. Plancti elected to dive, twisting acutely through the passage into the bathing room before settling on the floor with a flurry of wings. The bathing room was one of Shella's favourite rooms. The large window that extended down from the cabin above faced out back, dipping below the waterline and letting Shella see the light dance in the water. Before it, plate-like stones overlapped each other to form a pile around a wide central pit filled with water. Glowing blue coral, a favourite trick of Shella's, was under the water there, and lit it up at all times. Coral and sessile sea-life colonized the room liberally. They crawled up the walls, forming shelves, and stuck out to form hooks to hang clothes, growing in red, greens, purples, and blues. Shella had recently gotten a whole slew of towels, and they hung from an antler-like rack of coral. Plancti hopped over the rocks and looked into the water. Her eyes swept along the room, drinking it in and dawdling for a second on a set of ornate double-doors opposite the window. She dipped a wing into the bath, swirling it about. Then she splashed the water with it. Then both wings dipped in and splashed the water. "Can you swim?" Shella asked as she unbuttoned her shirt. Her breasts, large, smooth, globular, bounced free, her dark teats displayed comfortably. Shella hung the shirt on an antler near the pool. "No," Plancti grumbled. She looked up at Shella's chest, then down to her own. Shella definitely outclassed the diminutive woman there. "Are you at least waterproof? I don't want to accidentally give you a bad time," Shella continued as she pulled down her pants. Flawless dark hips and round buttocks were revealed, her hairless slit exposed to the air.