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The mare was deeply, madly in love.

To be sure, she had felt these feelings for quite some time. They gnawed on her and weighed her down like a millstone around her neck, filling her mind with troubling questions and concerns. But not once had she thought that this was the one, her true heart's desire, her long-lasting dream - until it was far too late to do anything about it.

That was truly how love usually worked anyway, she had reasoned.

Mollie slowly kicked strong, sculpted legs back and forth in the warm, tropical sea, treading the turquoise waters around her. It was hard to move in this dress, but she enjoyed the feeling of the silky dark-blue material pressed to her naked body, the way it caressed and moved with the current she created around her, helped in turn by the warm flow of the ocean's waves lapping at her. The silk bore down on her hefty breasts, turning her nipples into swollen, aroused points, and clamped around the dark fur around her crotch, her sex becoming ripe and full, her clitoris pushing out like a live thing, becoming burning hot and swollen between full netherlips.

This was truly her lover's favorite dress, and she swam in it all the time - it was, in fact, her sole article of clothing, the one thing she had managed to hang onto when the ship went down and she found herself trapped under the water, struggling to free herself from the wreckage.

Had it really been such a long time ago?

She lifted an arm from the water and glanced at the blue sleeve, tattered, faded and beyond recognition at all of once being a fancy evening dress at a cruise-hall dance. The sleeves looked so short on her now; nearly to her upper arms, and in fact the whole dress was entirely too small for her, the hem coming up to just below her waist, and just covering her belly, leaving her bare from the upper thighs down.

She thought about the other passengers that had been around her, frightened, wild-eyed colts struggling against one another and writhing in the depths of the sea, howling soundlessly in billowing bubbles, eyes staring sightlessly as the waters came and took them one by one.

But somehow, the sea had spared the mare her life, washing her ashore to this desolate stretch of land.

As the years went by, Mollie began to show her gratitude to the untamed beast that had brought her out of Death's clutches. She cavorted in its beautiful endless depths and it would hold her in its arms, massaging and caressing her body, giving her a squeeze when she went deep enough.

She would hunt for food, and the sea would reward her efforts by providing sustenance to survive. Day after day, she would thank the sea for such bountiful gifts and give her devotion completely to it. At night, she would sleep near the shoreline, dozing in and out of fitful dreams, until the rising tide would come in and wash over her. Only then could she truly fall fast asleep.

To her, the sea was everything. It was her protector and her provider. In time, it became much more to her, and soon it seemed as though being without it would be to have no life at all. She might as well have perished with the other school-children then.

Mollie continued to mature into a strong woman, full of energy and so much heat, and aching with need. Oftentimes she would swim naked down into the depths, to the lush, tropical reef, alive with a bevy of sea creatures and beautiful flora. There she would hold onto the reef to anchor herself, and with her other hand, she would give herself pleasure, slipping her hand between brown thighs. Her fingers would worry her folds gently, letting them blossom to swollen, pink lips. Her button clit would become so hot to the touch then, and she would slowly masturbate, rocking her hips up and down against her fingers, as they spread her folds apart and then nestled deep into her body.

Her orgasms were always powerful, hard enough to make her eyes roll back into her head, and she would feel the flow of her juices surround her fingers as her walls clenched and contracted repeatedly. She would open her eyes then and watch as a milky cloud of her release would billow around her thighs, and then the great sea would take her offering, dispersing it into the deep. She always climaxed within her breath-hold time of about three minutes, and it excited her each time, cumming so hard, all the while keeping the stale air inside burning lungs. She would quickly let go and swim up to the surface, coughing and gasping, nearly crying from her sexual explosion, and then float on her back and allow the waves to hold her in the afterglow of love-making...

She had not gone too far from shore today. She could still make out the tiny hut on the beach, its palm frame nearly lost against the jungle backdrop behind it, about a hundred trees rising up majestically around her home like stoic protectors.

She looked back to the shore, and saw the people again, waving to her, shouting her name. The temptation to swim back to the golden beach and outstretched arms washed over her, and she shook her head to clear her thoughts, dipping herself down under a small wave and opening her green eyes underwater, turning her back on them.

Under here, it was so peaceful, all the sounds of her other world drowned out, replaced with a warm, reverberating hum against her ears. The sea was serenading her, just as it had from the very beginning of her stay.

She had heard its song every day; sometimes faint and distant, like a subtle whisper in the darkness, and other times it was pounding, demanding, almost screaming out her name as its crescent white peaks of froth rose up and thundered onto the sand.

Mollie burbled a few bubbles from her parted lips, watching the silvery spheres rush forward then upwards to the surface just above her. She glanced down towards the bottom, perhaps five fathoms deep, a few large rocks and pointed spires of sponges along the tropical reef still discernable to her through a blue haze.

The blue dress billowed around her as she pumped her arms slowly upwards, letting her body sink down a few more feet under the surface. The sea embraced her and began to tug at her, powerful and demanding, and the mare smiled and slowly scissored her legs, kicking away from her lover playfully and rising back up to the surface.

She turned and took one last look at the shoreline, at the people calling out to her, begging her to come back. The steady whut-whut of the rescue-chopper filled her ears.

They were ready to take her away from here, away from her lover, away from all she had ever known.

Didn't they understand that that could never happen?

She wiggled out of her dress, peeling it from her body, and threw it towards them as her answer. It floated there, like a discarded, bedraggled bundle of rags, and somehow even more faded, nothing more than a memory already.

Taking the deepest breath she could, the nude mare ducked back under the surface, turned and began to dive down, pumping strong, bare legs behind her, her black hair billowing and then pulling down across her back like a silky blanket.

She had never felt so sure about anything in her life now, and her mind was filled with blissful peace, along with the un-denying excitement of passion and pleasure.

As she kicked, the water teased and titillated her clit, turning her sex into a hot, swollen mound of willing flesh. Her netherlips opened even more, welcoming the warmth of the water into her body, and she dug a hand between her legs, rubbing herself off fitfully with her digits as she stroked down into the depths with her free arm.

Mollie reached the reef crevice, gliding down like a dancer to one of the rocks embedded there in in the corals. She kneeled down on one of the larger rocks, wrapping her legs around the narrow base, and began to touch herself. Starting from the hard nipples of her breasts, and down her bare belly, the lovely mare readied her body for her lover.

She closed her eyes and moaned, exhaling some of her air as she pinched each firm nub, swelling them to thick, huge points, and then dug her hands into her sex again. Her two sets of fingers worked in tandem, one group opening her hood further upwards, pulling her aroused folds apart, while the other dug into her body, spreading a combination of her juices and the ocean's caress into her sex, rubbing her clit quickly.

She felt her lover around her just then, squeezing at her body. The ocean's current shifted, and then swirled around her form, and the warm sea began to fill her, pumping upwards into her sex, causing her walls to squeeze hard and instinctively push the water back out again.

Mollie had never felt anything like this before. She threw her head back in a burble of pleasure as the sea began to make love to her, a live, hot entity like an enormous liquid, silky member, pistoning into her aching sex again and again. She clung around the rock possessively, and allowed the buoyancy of the water to lift her slowly up until she floated face down, spreading her legs out behind her. The sea responded again to this new position, and the current changed direction once more, slamming into her body with a jetting, steady flow, so thick and rigid, filling her completely.

Mollie fought to hold her breath, releasing a little air from her tired lungs in several whimpers of pleasure, lifting her head up and watching the bubbles disperse upwards to the surface above her. Through the cloud of bubbles, she looked farther down, as the reef shelf declined deep into endless night below her.

Strange how she had never noticed it until now. Was her lover showing her its whole world, eager for her to explore? And how deep did it go?

The sea continued to love the mare, satisfying her body with its warmth, drenching her swollen walls with an intimate, endless stroking of salt-water. Her body responded to the deep love-making, thrusting the water back out from her womb, as if giving birth to a litter of waterborne mare and stallion colts, one after another.

A harder contraction started within her as she had her first orgasm, relaxing her muscles around her lover and allowing the weight of the water to flow deeper within her body. This caused her to slowly sink and she allowed her body to fall, pushing a few hard bursts of air from her lungs to speed her descent into cold, dark depths.

She finally settled on the sandy floor on her belly, over a hundred feet underwater. The mare rolled onto her back, tilting her head far back, her legs spreading again and, digging her fingers deep into her sex to join her lover's endless waterfall, parted her mouth to scream.

The sea heard her call.

Silvery tendrils of water darted into her open mouth, choking off her bubbly cries, turning them into strangled gags as the water poured into her in a flood, coursing down her throat and filling her belly. She expelled the sea in several coughs, lifting her head from the bottom, suddenly choking on her lover in bursts of bubbles. The water continued to flow, and the girl swallowed it, holding what little breath still remained in now-aching lungs.

Too soon, there was no air left to hold. Mollie felt her senses starting to leave her, and she struggled against the bottom now, fighting the compulsion to pull away, to swim back up to the surface far, far above and get a breath.

The sea held her even more tightly, pressure surrounding her belly and chest, becoming a vise around her, trying to force her to take a breath. The hum in her ears became louder, pounding into her head hard enough to blind her vision. The pain in her lungs was nearly searing. Her fingers started to slip from between her legs, and with a hard frog-kick, she pushed her body back down to the bottom, rolling over once more and pounding her assaulted sex into the sand.

The water suddenly surged hard, more powerfully than she had ever felt anything in her life, and plunged into her sex, filling her far past her cervix, her tail-hole suddenly expelling it in a violent burst. It was all she needed to release, and the climax that followed sent her into fitful writhing and churning into the sandy bottom, her legs kicking weakly as more and more orgasms washed over her.

She opened her mouth to scream, and the relentless water poured down her throat again, and this time Mollie did not stop it. The pain that followed was excruciating, like hot, liquid metal being force-fed to her, transforming her lungs to the blazing intensity of pure fire.

She lay there on her belly in the sand, too tired to move, her fingers digging into the sand, holding her lover close as a few last bursts of bubbles came from her mouth.

She would never get to the surface again.

But everything was fine; she was breathing now, and she no longer felt pain at all. Her head was clear and empty. She could feel the warm salt-water pumping through her lungs, running through her body, becoming truly one with the sea forever.

Mollie felt the gentle touch of her lover's arms gathered around her, the welcome hum of the depths against her ears becoming a soft, sweet lullaby, and then she closed her eyes and fell asleep, smiling faintly, one hand still nestled snug between her thighs.

END