Oddly enough this all started as a bet. Unfortunately, I lost... so I had to write a 1000 word smut about a creature of my choosing, and this would be the first story I ever finish till the end. Not something I'm completely proud of. Regardless, if I was going to do it, I was going to do my best, and I think I did pretty well for my first (insert virginity joke here, because someone's gonna make it) story. I hope you enjoy, and know that while I'm slightly unnerved by this being the first, I will probably do more. But don't expect regularity.
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I wake up in darkness, the kind that makes you see things that aren't there and fills you with fear of the unknown. The saying that mentions when you stare at the abyss, the abyss is also staring back at you comes from that feeling. It has infinite eyes and limbs and claws and teeth and even faces, limited only by your own imagination. You could say my imagination was on overdrive, because I couldn't move, or get up and I especially couldn't run away. I feel cool, uneven rock underneath my mostly naked skin, but the air itself is warm and humid. It would probably feel comfortable if I honestly cared about the temperature.
Our senses are funny things in total darkness. They become sharpened when you can't rely on your vision to show you your surroundings. As my mind finally began to pay attention to those heightened senses, I noticed three very important things: One, I was tied up and blindfolded. It wasn't rope and it wasn't zip ties or even chains. It felt more like string, soft and slightly flexible, but it also wasn't string because it seemed much stronger and even sticky, but different than tape. Again, my mind would probably be more curious about that, if it wasn't for the second thing that my senses told me.
I wasn't alone. I could hear two distinct types of breathing that told me there were at least two of them close by. One was gasping and moaning, weak and exhausted and with a familiar sound to it that my mind couldn't figure out. The other one was... Bigger. It breathed heavier and longer, but didn't sound exhausted and was much deeper and mingled with faint, wet sounds. The last of my senses finally kicked in, and I could smell something was in the air, something I easily recognized. You can only have sex so many times before you begin to recognize the smell of it, and there was enough of the smell to remind me I was only human. I got a little turned on, but then I quickly denied it.
I remembered what had happened before I woke up, and it filled me with more fear and terror than the abyss could ignore. I began to see faces, all kinds of faces with different emotions. The people on that catamaran were happy and bored and tired... Until all of their faces became overwhelmed with fear and despair, surrounded by fire. And then their faces became worse. They became still. They were faces of the dead. I began to go through what had happened...
"Katie! Look, look! Did you see that dolphin jump in the air like that?"
"What! Where is it? Oh, look there's another over there!"
I was really bored just looking out on the ocean with nothing happening, so when something finally did literally pop up, I was as excited as a child. It's amazing what entertains you when you're otherwise dying of boredom. We were late to our scheduled catamaran boat ride this morning, so rather than lose out on a whole day seeing the ocean near the Bahamas, we took the cheapest tour we could find.
We found it in the name of the Ocean Princess, a smaller, older boat on the side of the harbor, and it was really cheap. It also required no reservation, so Katie and I gladly hopped on. Of course, we may have decided not to if we had known that we'd be bored out of our minds.
Unlike the weather report, a bunch of clouds had snuck up on us so the ocean was less than sparkling, and the damn boat made enough noise that I thought we'd scared everything away for miles. Having been proven wrong, I was lightened up just a little. It was bad enough that the sun and humidity was still making me sweat underneath my thin, grey-blue button shirt and black two-piece string bikini. It was my favorite pick for our vacation and now I felt like I shouldn't have even bothered. It was what I always wore when I wanted to show off, since it accentuated my curves and left little to the imagination, as the shirt flapped in the wind to reveal the skimpy swimsuit underneath.
Katie's sweet voice broke me out my thoughts, saying, "You always did like dolphins, didn't you Sarah. Maybe they'll stop and let us swim with them?"
Her soft, round face smiled happily as she tilted her head over the boat rail, to see my face better, and her waist length, flowing, golden blonde hair waved like a sunlit ocean in the tropical breeze. Her sky blue eyes pierced my own with her childish glee, matched by an ocean blue, solid hairpin she always has tightly in her hair. She was an angel, pure and simple. Her figure was average height and slight, but just the right amount of curvature to show she was a beautiful woman. Her breasts were lovely handfuls that were modestly hidden by a light blue one-piece swimsuit and a long white sundress that matched her spotless skin. You could get a glimpse of her doll-like figure underneath the white cloth, but were unable to see it in detail, a constant and almost innocent tease. She was my best friend. She was my angel. She was my whole world.
We had met at our college earlier this year and had quickly bonded as close friends. Don't ask me why, but we did. Our other friends called us the "conscience duo", on account of her angelic appearance and my more devilish looks. I had full, curling, orange red hair that just touched my shoulders, with enough freckles on my cheeks to pull off cute, tempting smiles and mischievous dark green hazel eyes that people would say slightly changed depending on my mood. I had a less than modest figure, which was all hourglass curves that I worked hard on to keep in shape.
My womanly, sensual hips and larger breasts meant that it was easier to lose my curves to my diet, so I had to watch it more than Katie did. After regular jogging, some yoga and even swimming, I enjoyed how guys would stare at my voluptuous chest as I walked toward them, and then turn to ogle my toned ass when I passed them by. The little minx (Katie) didn't need to do a thing to keep her slip of a figure and would even dare to eat boxes of sweets. It really made me jealous.
In a lot of ways we were opposites. I knew how to get around the clubs and how to be the life of a party. Katie didn't like alcohol and was scared of overbearing guys. She was generally submissive and very trusting of other girls. I was well versed in getting all kinds of people in the mood and staying in control. I generally didn't care what gender my partner was, and she was so easy to tease. However, she seemed to relax me with her presence and I was able to help her let go a little and have some fun. One day we just took things to the next level after some drinks, and since then we've been an item for two months. Some would say the devil corrupted the angel. I see it as her pure innocence washed away my vices. A little melodramatic, but I like it.