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Once upon a time, I believed myself a great captain. I believed myself a well-respected captain of a pirate crew feared across the Atlantic. I did not know anything, however. My thirty years of experience on the Seven Seas could not prepare me for mutiny out of nowhere. The crew hauled me from my chambers by gunpoint, citing my reluctance to kill and hospitality towards our hostages as a weakness to be scorned. Rather than waste a gunshot, let alone stain the upper deck of my ship with my own blood, the new captain decided on a worse death sentence: by drowning.

They tied a cracked cannonball to my footpaws, bound my arms behind my back, then tossed me overboard into the harsh sea. The cold, foaming water swallowed me whole as I gasped the mightiest breath to muster.

The righteous fury from before morphed into unimaginable terror. The chains tying my footpaws together pulled me downward with the cannonball. My vision blurred with hundreds of bubbles as I struggled to kick or claw away from my supposed fate. Not even my wolf tail thrashing around could save me. No matter how much I flailed and squirmed in my bindings, or however much I screamed to the heavens, I couldn't break free.

The sunlight grew dimmer above my ears. The waves rocking against my ship disappearing overhead. Seconds of an eternity later and I finally felt myself reach the seafloor. However, the bubbles escaping my lips grew fewer and fewer, and I felt it was the end. I felt at least Death would soon reap me away from my miserable fate. Yet my fate changed when a pair of soft lips parted mine, breathing air back inside my lungs.

I opened my eyes to find a mercreature of legend floating in front of me; a bipedal otter of no older than twenty summers with fin-like footpaws and gills along his bare neck. While normal otters on the surface world walked on footpaws and wielded fingers, his toes were webbed, and rainbow-colored fins protruded from his legs. His unclothed physique, wearing nothing more than a shoulder bag floating between us, reminded me of athletic youths from Ancient Greece. What truly mesmerized me though was his handsome beauty, pair with eyes like amber diamonds. They stared in such concern I'd never seen in men.

The kiss more than confused me, if not for it being given by another male, then in how I was not bothered by it. Perhaps being on the verge of death left me unconcerned by morals spoken by preachers of God.

He parted his moist maw from me. He revealed a sharp knife from the shoulder bag, then proceeded to quickly cut my bindings as I conserved every ounce of oxygen. By the time the mercreature finished freeing my arms, he tried for the chains binding my ankles to the cracked cannonball. When it became apparent that I wouldn't be released in time, he abandoned the effort to pull me into a lifesaving kiss again. More air breathed in me again.

Unfortunately for those involved, me in particular, his unorthodox method caused a throbbing erection to grow at full mast within my trousers.

Between deep breaths and prolonged pecks, the handsome mercreature communicated to me in a broken language I could understand. He explained to me how far we were from both the surface and other mermen whose tools could free me. However fast he swam, I would be long drowned, but if I was transformed into his same species, I could be saved. I could breathe underwater all on my own. To become the same species as my savior though, the process required...a consensual mating ritual.

Having no other options, and fueled by a sliver of lust, I agreed.

The unnamed mercreature nodded back in understanding. He kissed me for a little while longer until I no longer even registered my underwater predicament, instead embracing our debauchery when I felt I had nothing else to lose. He shimmied my trousers down to my tied ankles, revealing my canine erection to him, and he parted our tongues temporarily to line my member up under his tail. Between the bubbles flowing forth from my maw, I could see the otter-like mercreature blush heavily beneath his fur. His amber eyes shone directly into mine, and after I offered a confirming nod, he descended upon my shaft.

My tip penetrated without issue. My inner conscience started screaming at our taboo, but after several ascents and descents turn into little more than a silenced whisper. Every single movement caused me to gasp in lusting delight, which in turn led to him pulling me into yet another sustained, sensual kiss. I held my doubts at first, but upon reentering the otter lad's velvet backside, any little reluctance melted away into passion.

No such union could ever be unnatural! No such union could feel disgusting, nor prevent me from enjoying the mercreature's warmth as we wrapped our arms around each other. We moaned and huffed on shared oxygen between us, my hardened cock somehow smoothly sliding in and out of my savior's tailhole. His tail soon began thrashing against the seafloor, his tongue snaking around mine as I growled for dominance. This visibly delighted him as I thrust my shaft faster and faster past his inner walls.

The transformation had been gradual. I didn't even notice the change until our kiss ended, but the pressure surrounding my chest shrank suddenly, and my entire body tingled like electricity in the sky during a thunderstorm. Webbed toes and fingers replaced mine, as my tail grew a fin and I felt gills evolve into the sides of my neck. Once the sensations overwhelmed me, I arched my back and released my seed inside the mercreature, who in turn pulled me into another loving hug and enveloping kiss.

Our afterglow did not last forever though. My otter lad reluctantly left to search for help, returning a long moment later with another mercreature who possessed a sharper tool. It easily sliced away the chains, freeing me at last! My otter lad swam alongside me in joy, dancing around the warm waters as I kissed and held him over and over. No earthly words could describe how much I wanted to thank him, but I could try to in time.

So, the mercreatures welcomed me with open arms as one of their own. I may have lost my ship, my crew, and title as captain, but I gained so much more. My otter lad, whom I would one day come to call my beloved mate, remained by my side for the rest of our days under the seas, never growing old and never stopped loving me. I never stopped loving him either, and we all lived happily ever after.