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So there's been a new thing on the streets recently. You know how people believe caviar is an aphrodisiac? Well this stuff actually is! I first heard about it when one of my customers slipped me some when I complained about being sore from him fucking me for 2 hours straight. I thought it was some gel caps and swallowed a handful of them. Not only did he get a free session, but so did his roommate, the guys who showed up to complain about the noise, everyone on the bus I rode home (AGAIN!) and every homeless Beastguy in a 5 block radius of my apartment! It was the busiest 48 hours of my life and I DIDN'T MAKE A SINGLE PENNY! Looks like I'm trading anal for an extension on my rent... again... for the fourth month in a row.

I mentioned it to my Boss, Chief Justice Childs, while delivering my report on my undercover work as a hooker. Of course I had to tell him while pinned to the wall with his massive, filthy, horsedick in my ass so it was a little garbled in delivery. Still, he agreed something needed to be done and assigned me to look into it. I couldn't believe it! Actual police work after months of pretending to be a hooker! I almost cried, and then he explained that he wanted me to pump my customers for information while they pumped me! I tried to protest but had about a foot of his nasty dick in my throat so it was impossible.

It took about a week but I finally got a break in the case. A couple of Boss Grice's men were spitroasting me one night behind a dumpster. You know, as payment for "protecting" me. One of them mentioned the caviar and how it would make this all better. SCORE! I suggested we all go get some, casually working in how horny it made me the last time I ate some. Their eyes lit up and after fucking me a couple of more times they took me to an old fish cannery down at the docks. This place was about a decade past being condemned, stunk to high heaven, and left me wondering if my tetanus shot was up to date.

Once inside they lead me down some stairs and into a bare concrete room. On one side of the room was a cell with 3 concrete walls and a pool of brackish water in the floor. The smell in here was enough to make you gag. I don't see how they could stand it. I glanced through a side door before they managed to shut it and saw at least a dozen Beastmen measuring, packing, and loading boxes of the caviar. Jackpot! All I have to do is hit the Panic Button app on my cellphone and the Mountmoor SWAT will be here in... Hit the button... Uh Oh! I left my phone in the car. Don't look at me like that! I was distracted from giving road head on the way over here! No big deal, I'll just send the message on the way back to my place, or wherever these guys want to fuck me at.

"Uh," I squeak while pointing towards the closed door, "Isn't that what we want? Shouldn't we go over there guys?" They exchange smirks with the 3 Beastmen in this room, a Rottweiler, a Saint Bernard, and a Deer. "I mean we're here for the caviar, right?"

"Yes you are," says the Deerman, "but I'm pretty sure you'd rather have it fresh, wouldn't you?" I nod. "Then strip." I give him a weird look. Why do I have to strip? What? Do they think I'm wearing a wire or something? Where would I hide it? I finally decide it's just a cheap way to humiliate me and peel off my clothes.

Once I'm naked the Dog Guys grab my arms and carry me into the cell. I can't break loose! They're way too strong for me. While they hold me against one of the slick, cold, walls the Deerman walks over to the water. He takes a long thin horn from the wall and, after putting the wide end in the water, blows a series of notes on it. He then walks back to the closed door and heads through it. I'm panicking, asking them what's happening in between begging them to let me go. I promise them all kinds of filthy things for free if they just let me walk out of here. As much as I hate these vile subhumans and their animalistic tools, I have a feeling it's preferable to what's in the water!

"Oh you'll do all that and much, much, more before all this is over," Deerguy says. He sets three large baskets on the floor, similar to the ones people put vegetables in, and smiles. "And you'll love every perverted minute of it."

Something breaks the water's surface, something slick and brownish red with fins and scales! I've never seen a Beastman like this before and barely stifle a scream while it shuffles towards me. "This," continues Deerguy, "is an Amabie. They're a barely sentient Merspecies from the seas of Japan. It's believed they can predict the future, but all they do is spit nonsense, or repeat what they've heard, like parrots." The Amabie is almost on top of me, and from it's scaly lips comes an endless stream of noise with an occasional English word thrown in. Its glassy eyes roam my naked flesh in an all too familiar way. I gasp when I see the pale yellow rod rising from its groin. "Oh, yes," Deerguy chuckles, "you've spotted why legend says they have three legs, haven't you? Trust me, the best course of action is to sit back and enjoy it." He slides a basket between my feet.

The Amabie lifts one leg, pushing its wet cock into my well prepared pussy. Its huge! I've been with Minotaurs that weren't as big as this creature. Up close it stinks, making me hold my breath until I see stars. The skin is rough, but slick with water and...slime where it presses against me. Once the Amabie is fully inside me, the dogs let me go, hurrying out of the cell and locking the door. Deer guy stays, continuing to give me a nature lesson while I suffer through what is easily the second most disgusting sexual encounter of my life.

"These are actually the females. That giant pseudophallus will release thousands of eggs when it's ready to. If you were the male, the egg sac on your body would be coated in sperm, fertilizing them and allowing the next generation to be born. As it is, you're just a warm spot for them to lay the eggs. You can't get pregnant by them." Thank the gods for small miracles at least. It's getting harder to focus on his words, the Amabie is so deep in me it's hard to draw a breath. I'm feeling light headed as well. Deerguy smiles, "The aphrodisiac is most concentrated in the unfertilized eggs, but it's also excreted in small doses through their skin...and saliva." He says that last part while it runs its long tongue up the side of my face. There is no intelligence or warmth in the creature's eyes, just an instinctual need to breed. It's no different than fucking a Feral, and has about as much technique. Despite my revulsion I'm close to orgasm when the Amabie grunts, then starts to dump eggs into me. I feel them pour out, flowing from my body to drop into the basket between my legs. The trickle becomes a torrent when my piscine partner pulls out. I start to sit down but freeze in horror as a dozen more of these monstrosities crawl from the water with their pseudopenises ready for delivery!

I don't remember much after the third or fourth one was done with me. I guess I had been exposed to so much of the aphrodisiac it messed with my mind. My next clear memory is waking up in the alley outside my apartment with a homeless Ratguy blowing his wad in my ass. He cums about 6 more times before I'm able to leave his filthy cardboard box house! Once home I shower until the hot water runs out, desperate to wash all the subhuman filth from my human body. While cleaning up I discover a few of the eggs still clinging to me, somehow. I want to jump for joy, physical evidence to build my case! I'll be off this undercover assignment in no time! I've barely gotten out of the shower when my front door flies open, revealing my Boss, Chief Justice Childs! (He has his own key because of...uh...protection? I mean he gave me a really good reason for it, I just can't think of it right now.)

"Justice Butterfield," he snaps, "What is the meaning of this? I sent you on a case and you disappear for a week? And I'm sent pictures of you partying with Boss Grice's boys?" I try to sputter an explanation, but I'm too stunned. A WEEK?!? They kept me down there for a week?!? Before I can explain he shows me what he's got on his phone. I feel my cheeks burn with embarrassment. It's dozens... hundreds of photos of me getting fucked by the crew at the docks in ways and combinations that would make a porn star jealous. Then he shows me the videos! Hours of stuff that Boss Grice sent him of me doing... Well, let's just say that getting fucked by an Amabie is now barely in the top 10 most disgusting sexual things I've done and leave it at that. "At least tell me you either got paid, or have hard evidence of this aphrodisiac you were sent to find!"

"Chief, I was used to collect the stuff," I whine. "They must have let the Amabie use me until they had enough eggs, then fucked me themselves until the aphrodisiac started to wear off. I would never do... do... ANY of THAT with those fithy, disgusting, Beas-.... CRIMINALS!" I remember the eggs, showing them to him as proof of my story. He rolls his eyes.

"Seriously, Mercy? You expect me to believe this candy is a powerful aphrodisiac that makes you fuck uncontrollably for hours?" He rips my towel off, shoving me onto the bed before stripping his own clothes off. I watch in horror as he swallows all the eggs in one gulp. His monstrous cock seems to grow thicker, the veins becoming more pronounced, throbbing in time to his heartbeat. He climbs onto the bed, pinning me in mating press and shoving that disgusting horsecock into me so deep it almost hits my ribs! "You're going to tell me everything that happened this past week in a very detailed report. And you had better hope these eggs work as well as you say, or I'm taking your badge! Are we clear?"

I nod, knowing that I'll have hours and hours to try and remember everything, and hoping The Chief will take it easy on me.

I mean, there's a first time for everything... Right?