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Introduction:

Tom discovers a conspiracy and a possible threat to the cove & village, whilst expanding his `super sex toy' reputation.

He also meets the three kittens, who are full blown female replicas of Sarah.

Reader, If you haven't already caught up with Tom by now, you need to or some of the references won't add up in this chapter. You need to go back to chapter 1 or at least a chapter or two....

Once again, leave a comment if you have any constructive criticism or just want to know more?

Chapter 7: Tom meets the kittens.

Captain Brown fired the boat’s engine up and they headed out along the cliffs to return to the cove.

Tom was feeling braver now he had saved the day rescuing Pisces. Had he impressed the captain enough to push his luck?

“Captain, how thin is the ice I am walking on now?”

“Don’t push your luck, but okay, certainly not thin ice, well pretty thick in fact.” Captain Brown thought Tom now deserved some credit, "Thank you, Tom. If you hadn’t been here in this world today, I would have been with the fleet when they left earlier today. We all would have sailed by oblivious, with none of us noticing the buoy.”

Now they still had some time to kill. Tom asked Captain Brown about the human family’s request to go fishing on a boat that afternoon.

“Ha, we don’t do day trips for tourists, these are working boats.”

Captain’s reply was quite a rebuff, but Tom thought a while before his reply.

“Yes, but a brief trip will help people to experience the traditional life of a fisherdog. It could attract visitors to bring a little extra money into Kitty’s pub and B&B. Above all, it could help any retired fisherdogs to earn some extra cash, without them having to resort to a full-time job. It could take only a few hours a week depending on bookings, and if the weather turns foul, you can cancel any trips. No one will want to go out in a storm. The boats finish by 4 pm, on their way home one could drop a few pots off with some catch in them nearby by, to be recovered by the tourists an hour later. It will give any retiree a chance to relive his life at sea and the tourists would love to hear a few old sea dog stories.” Tom wasn’t sure if he could convince the Captain.

"Hmm, food for thought, I know who I can ask and let them decide." Captain Brown said, starting to talk on the radio.

Tom left the Captain and went to the rear of the boat to sit and enjoyed the passing scenery.

After a short while Captain Brown came to the back of the boat, "Thomas is going to talk to his father Bob, he is a retired captain. Thomas agrees with your idea and he thinks his dad will enjoy it. Captain Bob will find your human family and make arrangements with them before Thomas returns, allowing them to have their fishing trip."

“Wow, thanks, Captain that is great, they will be pleased.”

Soon they caught up with the other boats, almost herding the flotilla of tiny boats along the coast. Tom could hear Captain Brown talking again in the wheelhouse. Then the Captain appeared with a plate full of mussels and scallops to share, all cooked ready to eat.

“Eat up. It’s been a busy day.”

Tom wolfed down his share, loving the freshly caught tasty shellfish sitting on the back of the boat in the sunshine, enjoying the boat trip home.

At the headland, before they turned into the cove, Captain Brown pointed out Thomas’s boat, dropping three pots into the water with buoys. They then continue around to disappear into the cove. Tom and Captain Brown soon rounded the headland and saw the cove busy with boats and fisherdogs.

Most of the boats were already beached. Thomas’s boat was just half beached as their catch was being unloaded and the human family stood close by. The father stood by an old grey dog, looking the spitting image of Captain Brown. The father was now wearing a buoyancy aid and slipping a buoyancy aid for their young son. The spare crew member on the beach gave the father a leg up into the boat and then lifted his son to him. The old grey dog was obviously the retired Captain Bob. He showed his experience as he deftly leapt up into the boat to greet Thomas, his son.

Thomas gave a signal. The rope was released, and the boat slipped back into the ocean. The father and son waved at mother and daughter on the beach. Captain Bob lit up a pipe, getting into character. As Thomas spun the boat around to leave, Captain Bob started to tell tales of a fisherdog’s life to father and son. The mother and daughter watched for a short while, then turned and made their way up the beach to Kitty’s pub.

Captain Brown was still holding his boat off, waiting for a signal that would announce his turn. As soon as he received a wave from a fisherdog on the beach, he ran his boat onto one of the timber railed slipways. A fisher dog was waiting and clipped a wire hawser to the front of the boat. The winch then pulled the boat up onto the beach.

Tom could see Sarah stood on the small grassy point by the bench. She waved and lifted a large shopping bag that she was carrying, pointing at him, then the bag. Insinuating whatever was in the bag was for him. Standing alongside Sarah were three cats. All stood out by being dressed in clothes. All in 1950s style dresses, as if they have just had ice creams from a soda shop and were waiting for James Dean to ride up on his motorcycle. He saw Kitty standing in front of her pub, frantically waving with relief seeing him return safely.

Finally, the winch stopped bringing Captain Brown’s boat to nestle between two other beached boats. Captain Brown jumped down and Tom passed him his gear bag and then jumped down onto the beach himself. He made his way up towards Sarah and what must be her kittens.

The news of his saving Pisces the Mermaid seemed to be common knowledge now. Fisherdogs slapped him on the back as he passed, giving affirmative comments such as 'Well done', 'Top man' and even one 'Top Dog!'

“Sarah, lovely to see you, when you said kittens I wasn’t expecting three grown cats!” Tom said as he reached the grassy knoll to meet with Sarah and her kittens.

“Mum does that, she just can’t lose the kitten moniker, but we’ve had to grow up with it. Hi, I’m Lucy,” said the kitten closest to Sarah as she held her hand out to shake. The three were identical, smaller copies of Sarah.

“Afternoon ladies, I’m Tom.”

“Hi, I’m Chrys with a Y. We’ve all heard that you are quite a hero today Tom, that is quite something saving a Mermaid,” Kitten number 2 said, holding her hand out to shake.

“So you must be Clair?” Tom said, holding his hand out to the smiling kitten number 3.

Sarah said, “Tom, whilst I was in Turo to meet the kittens, I got you some clothes, as you are in dire need to change now!” Wrinkling her nose up in mock disgust and passing Tom the large bag she held. Inside he found a pair of his signature combat trousers and shorts, with several T-shirts in his favourite colours, plain black and navy blue. At the bottom of the bag were half a dozen boxer shorts, Tom looked at Sarah questioningly, who smiled in return.

“That’s brilliant. After spending the day at sea, I could do with a shower and it will be nice to get some clean clothes on, although I don’t have any money to pay you back.” He apologised.

“It’s alright, you don’t need to, Kitty paid for it all, instead of wages. As it seems you are to be staying with us for a while longer than you expected.” Sarah said whilst giving Tom a knowing smile.

“Oh, you know?”

"Yes, I'm just glad you have returned safely." The three kittens now looked quizzically at Sarah and Tom. Realising there was more to this exchange than met the eye.

“Er, which one of you lovely ladies is the geneticist?” Tom asked, as he now had more questions than answers.

“I am, Lucy,” Lucy answered, looking a little dumbfounded.

“We need to sit down together sometime and have a talk, as I have some questions.”

This kept all three kittens looking puzzled. Sarah whispered, “I will explain tonight before we come down Kitty’s tonight. I think we may need to celebrate Tom’s heroic rescue tonight.”

“Oh, it’s ok. You don’t need to do anything special. It was nothing.”

"It's normal here, Tom, when someone helps the community."

Tom, now having clean clothes available to him, began to feel his skin crawling and in dire need of a shower. “Sorry Ladies, can I make my excuses and go have a shower and change clothes?”

“Please do!” Sarah said laughing as Tom made his way back to Kitty’s pub. Once inside, Kitty was in the bar and rushed over to him, pleased to see him safe, and gave him a hug and a kiss.

“I was so worried when all the other boats returned without you. I was panicking as you came round the headland with Captain Brown safe. You realise that you will be a guest of honour in the bar tonight?”

“That’s scary, but now I need to shower and put some nice new clothes on. Oh, and thanks for the clothes.”

“We didn’t know what you would like, so I told Sarah to buy copies of what you already have. If you fancy anything else, just ask and we will get it. Captain Brown has forbidden me to allocate you any money. So you will have to stay near the village, but don’t worry, we will ensure you have everything you need.”

“Thanks, Kitty, I appreciate that.”

Taking his leave from Kitty, Tom went up to his room, took his boots off and spilt the contents of the bag out onto his bed. He grabbed the clean trousers, a pair of boxers, a T-shirt, clean socks, and his towel, and dashed to the shower. He entered the shared shower room with his arms full of clean clothes. Tom's night vision allowed him to not worry about immediately switching the light on. He placed his clean clothes where they will stay dry, and the towel within easy reach of the shower.

As Tom pulled off his T-shirt, he caught a sweet smell he should recognise. Then he remembered who the source of the sweet smell was, just at the same time the light switched on and he heard the door lock click. He turned to confirm his assumption. Stood behind him, having locked the door, was the blonde-haired, short, top-heavy, twenty-something human family's daughter. She was licking her lips, now wearing blood red lipstick, whilst seductively unbuttoning her blouse.

“Hi, you shouldn’t be here,” Tom tried to convince her.

“Hmm, I’ve never met a genuine hero before,” she said, stepping forwards to stroke his chest.

“I’m sorry, but you are a bit young for me.” Tom tried his previously failed defence.

“I’m 22 and you’ve been avoiding me. I think it is more of a case of whether you can handle me?” She said as she squeezed her arms together, exaggerating her breasts. They must be a C or D cup, bursting at her buttons. She coyly smiled at him, continuing to unbutton her blouse.

“But what about your mum, she came back with you back to the pub?”

“She’s my step mum, dad’s second marriage. She’s asleep, having a nap. I told her I was going to walk along the cliffs to watch Dad and little Stevie. So we have time.”

Tom may have made the pretence of denial, just as with Becky, but being once again close to a female mammal anything, he could feel his dick throbbing trying to rise. She was blocking his escape route, so once again the decision was made for him and there could be no backing down now. Her breasts were calling to him for attention and he started wondering what she would look like without her trekking trousers.

She tossed her blouse behind her against the door. Her breasts were bursting out of her lip matching red bra, her short 5 foot 4 height making them look bigger. Her hands went behind her back and her bra went limp. She shrugged her shoulder straps down and her bra fell to the floor. Her breasts sagged a little from their size, but Tom’s eyes popped out of his head. They were the biggest he had seen in a long while, nice small aureoles with pert nipples. He couldn’t resist reaching out his hands to softly knead them in his palms.

“Mmmm, let's see if you something heroic hidden down there?" She unbuckled his belt and unzipped him, tugging his trousers down, exposing a one-man tepee tent, with a large central pole. "That is impressive." As she reached into his boxers and gripped Tom's manhood in an arm wrestler’s grip. She was not new to this, dropping to her knees she pulled his boxers down. It was now her turn for her eyes to pop out of her head.

“Hmm, admirable for any hero,” she gasped leaning forward to wrap her lips around his rigid pole. “Mmmm. I smell and taste pussy cat, I wondered this morning if you were with the landlady last night. Let’s see how I compare to her?” Then she returned her lips to his shaft to prove her point.

This was no clumsily fuddled licking blow job, her technique confirming her experience. She was sucking like a vacuum cleaner and working her way up and down his throbbing shaft. Her tongue licking and lapping his enclosed member with her hand juggled his balls lightly.

Like with Becky, as he had no deep desire for her, he knew he would have time, so didn’t need to rush. His hands brushed through her hair, encouraging her to engulf deeper onto his tepee shaft. He felt her tonsils, but she gave no reaction, so he upped his tempo, causing her to moan and salivate.

After a while, she broke free, looking up to him, "The boys at Uni would have lost their load by now.”

"Well, you wanted a hero?" Tom encouraged her to stand up as his hands unfastened her trekking trousers and her hands returned to playing with his tepee shaft. As soon as her zip was open, his hand slid down to find her wet and ready for his fingers to slide in to tease her clit.

“Mmmm, don't neglect the back door?”

Tom's free hand slipped down her fleshy bum cheeks and her panties at half-mast, to find she was already lubed up and wet.

“Mmm, I do like to be prepared, a lube for all occasions,” she purred.

Soon both her entrances were full with Tom's fingers and she was trying to stifle her moaning pleasure. Tom leant down to nibble at her pert stiff nipples, while her hips thrust with his fingers, her legs trying to shake free her trousers from her hips.

"Come on superman, fuck me." She begged, bending over to kick off her trousers and panties, with Tom's fingers still deep in her. He released her and she stepped back against the tiled wall. She was lovely, her ample boobs overhanging an attractive, slightly plump stomach, her pear shaped waist and hips framed a shaved bonnet. She slipped down the wall, with her knees slightly bent, spreading her legs, with her fingers masturbating herself. She looked at him coyly, and her tongue licked her red lips, inviting him in.

Tom stepped forward, as her hands guiding him up into her. Once engaged she hung her arms around his neck and then wrapped her legs around him as he drove upwards and deep into her.

“Fuuuck yessss, you are super big, my hero.”

Tom pressed her against the tiled wall as he drove his shaft deep into her, her lovely soft breasts squashed between them. Her skin was smooth and cool, like marble. Back in his home world, Tom would have lost his load with a woman like this. Here she was barely 4th in line behind the soft fur of Sarah and Kitty and his rubbery mermaid princess. He could feel her tensing, building up her orgasm as drove into her time and time again. Her one hand searched to grab a small hand towel on the rail nearby and stuff it into her mouth. The hand towel stifled her screaming in ecstasy as orgasmic waves flowed over her after a week of celibacy with her stepmother.

“Mmmmmph...Armmmphhhhh...SCMmmmph...”

She relaxed and pulled her mouth gag free and whisperingly begged, "Oh, you super sex toy. I need you to fuck me like a dog, in the ass now, as we're running out of time, she'll wake up soon."

Her legs broke free to stand, and her arms relaxed. Tom stood back, expecting her to drop onto all fours, but she led flat, face down on the cool tiled floor. Spreading her legs and her hands pulled her shining lubed cheeks apart. Her pre-lubed star ringed flower winking at him. She turned to look expectantly, with the hand towel back in her mouth.

Not wanting to disappoint her, he squatted down behind and slowly inserted his shaft head into her.

“Ekmmmph.”

Having pre-lubricated herself, Tom easily slipped deep into her. She wasn’t as tight as Pisces earlier. He was soon bottoming out on her cheeks. She brought her legs together, forcing Tom to straddle her bum and drive upwards. It seems this was her preferred position, as she started to moan at each thrust of Tom into her.

“Mmmph, mmph, mmph...”

Tom then remembered his experience with Becky and slapped her one cheek hard. She seemed to appreciate the resounding slap more than Becky. Her own hand slapped her own cheek to encourage him. So he took turns in slapping each cheek whilst driving into her.

“Mmmmph, mmmph, mmph...”

Her cheeks were glowing now and intermittently squeezing Tom, who could now feel his own orgasm growing, with that familiar sensation deep down. If he was the hero, he was going to do it his way. He wanted to see those glorious tits bounce. He withdrew, with her eyes questioning him, until he rolled her over, bent her legs over his shoulders, doubling her over. She was now nodding with the towel still in her mouth, realising his plan, her eyes bulging as he once again sought her rear target and re-entered her.

Leaning onto her thighs, bouncing and slapping off her cheeks, he drove in and upped his tempo to get her tits bouncing. He was mesmerised, enjoying their flowing movements, coupled with his insertions and the slap of her arse. She arched her back, screamed into her gagging towel. Her eyes bulging and clenched her tunnel around Tom as she was swept with fresh waves of orgasm.

Tom felt his own pleasure trigger and released his fountain into her, feeling it pulse and drain, holding her tight whilst driven deeply into her. She pulled the towel free; her hands grabbing Tom’s head to pull him into her and hold a deep long passionate kiss.

Tom now drained, pulled free to stand and watch her stretch and stand to dress, soaking in her hour glass figure and smudged red lipstick.

“Fuck, none of the boys at Uni have given me that. You are one super sex toy, my hero. Look next week I have to spend with my mum, but if I were to come back in two weeks can we have a rematch? Do they need another human helper, as I could do with a summer job?”

Tom panicked, he didn’t even know her name. The last thing he needed is another fuck buddy as he still had his mission to screw Becky straight and a midnight date with Pisces. Jeez?.

“Oh, I don’t know, I may have moved on by then, I don’t know what their plans are.”

He wasn't sure if she had even heard him, as she was dressing in double-quick time. She was still buttoning her blouse when she turned to kiss him goodbye, "Hmm, that was fun, hero boy." She unlocked the door, glanced outside and left.

Tom locked the door quickly, his mind racing with questions; would he get a fuck review? What if her step mum found out? She could taste & smell Kitty on him? What if she returns in 2 weeks? He was back walking that tightrope again.

Thirty minutes later he was showered and dressed in new clothes, making his way into the bar to see how he can help Kitty.

“Tom, one of the fisherdogs has said they need you down at the beach with Captain Brown.”

“Okay, thanks,” Tom thanked Kitty and started his way down towards the beach. The beach was busy with everyone at the water’s edge looking out to sea. Tom could see Captain Brown stood alongside the rocks at the base of the grassy knoll at the centre of the beach.

Two merpeople were swimming towards the outcrop of rocks. Captain Brown turned and beckoned Tom to him. Tom reached Captain Brown, and they both made their way out along the rocky outcrop to meet the merpeople.

Tom and Captain Brown could stand on a rock ledge that reached seawards out from the outcrop, inches above the waterline. The water in front of the rock was deep, allowing the merpeople to safely come close and tread water, without having to shout.

One was Pisces the Mermaid. The other was a large broad-shouldered Merman, with long grey hair and a long grey beard.

Captain Brown introduced them. “Tom, this is pod and regional merpeople school leader, Triton, and you know Princess Pisces.”

Triton swam forward, reached out and strongly shook Tom’s outstretched hand. “Tom, very pleased to meet you, Pisces has explained, and we are indebted to you for saving her.”

“Hey, I am just relieved I was there to see the buoy. Not being a fisherdog, I could easily have missed it or ignored it and cost Pisces her life.”

"We are all thankful, and for that reason, we have something for you."

Triton then held his other hand out. Hanging from his hand was a thin gold chain and a pendant that looked like it had a short, straw, like shell. It impressed Captain Brown. Tom wasn’t so impressed, jewellery not being his first choice as any reward. But he took it and hung it around his neck.

Triton noticed this and explained. "I know it doesn't look much, Tom. Blow three times through the shell under the sea and any merperson within hearing distance will come to your aid. You won’t hear anything, but to us it will be like you blowing a foghorn."

“Thanks, I appreciate that and hope I never have to use it. But here is the 64 million dollar question; did you find what it was worth killing Pisces for?”

Now it was the turn of Pisces to swim forwards and handed Tom a plastic yellow box, about the size of a small sandwich box. About 4 inches wide by 6 inches long and 4 inches deep, looking like a waterproof box for camera equipment. It had snap-over toggle fixings and no lock. On the box was a sign, looking like something between a hazard symbol and a nuclear warning sign. Embossed on it were the letters IGC.

“We’ve not opened it,” Pisces said. “It stood out like a sore thumb even in the seaweed bed where we found it. Thankfully, there were a lot of us searching. But it doesn’t look big enough to be important?”

“What’s that sign mean, Captain?” Tom asked, showing the box to Captain Brown, but didn’t pass it to him. For the moment, he wanted to keep hold of it, as something was not adding up.

“It is a warning, meaning genetic materials are inside. It will need to be analysed.”

“No shit Sherlock,” Tom mumbled to himself, realising his guess was right.

Tom and Captain Brown thanked Triton and Pisces. Promising to keep them appraised of what any analysis discovers. The four made their farewells. Triton and Pisces swimming back out to sea. Tom and Captain Brown made their way across the slippery rocks to the beach. Once on the dry pebbles of the beach, the old grey cat that Kitty was talking to the previous evening walked up.

“Tom, hello, I am Balthazar, the local commissionaire. I’ll take that and the proper authorities can have a closer look.” The Grey cat said reaching for the yellow box.

Tom still not 100% sure held it out of his reach. Tom stepped back to the water's edge, guessing that the cat wouldn't want to get wet.

“Tom, give the box to Balthazar,” Captain Brown scolded.

Tom pondered the evidence, but the hairs were standing up on the back of his neck. Something wasn’t adding up. Whilst there were lots of cats, dogs, the human mother and daughter on the beach watching the merpeople. They all seemed to keep their distance around the three of them stood at the edge of the water. Sarah and her kittens were still on the grassy knoll, now joined by Kitty.

“Lucy, Lucy, can you join us?” Tom shouted up to Lucy, waving to attract her attention. He needed a second opinion.

Lucy casually walked down to the water’s edge, but like Balthazar stayed up on the dryer pebbles.

“Lucy, this box, I assume this box is specific only to the IGC?” Tom asked her, showing her the box and the logo on the lid, but kept a grasp on the box.

“Yes, it is like the ones we used in the labs when I was an intern there.”

“So I am right, IGC stands for the Institute for Genetic Control and these boxes aren’t openly sold?”

“No. They are internal for important genetic samples only. They aren’t allowed to leave the institute, in fact; I never saw them outside the labs.”

Balthazar cut in on the conversation, flexing his authoritarian muscles. “More the reason for the proper authorities to examine the contents. Give me the box and I will return it to the institute.”

“No, that is the worst thing you can do, can’t you see? Have you not watched any films like James Bond, Jason Bourne, or Mission impossible?” Tom pleaded, now deciding to stand his ground and dig his heels in, especially as things were more obvious now.

All three of the others in the group looked puzzled at Tom. Obviously, all three were oblivious to those references.

“There is a mole at the institute. Somehow this badger Brock has got to someone at the institute. Whether by money, force, or blackmail and got them to provide this material. Tor Rock must be some kind of drop off point. Whatever is in that box is important enough to kill a mermaid. A princess, no less, so it isn’t unreasonable to assume that they have at least one mole accomplice or more within the institute. So if you return this box to the institute, there is a high risk that it will find its way back to the mole or moles. Then they will pass it on to Brock the badger.”

Lucy whilst initially shocked was now showing realisation on her face. Both Captain Brown and Balthazar looked incredulously at such a notion.

“No, that is ridiculous. It wouldn’t be possible. There are rules and procedures to protect genetic materials.” Balthazar stated, his patience wearing thin.

“But this Badger Brock is not playing by the rules, proven by this box making its way out of the IGC and that he is willing to kill for it. He is not playing by your rules and it is your rules that tie you down and give him that freedom.”

Tom realised he needed to demonstrate his point of view. An old Christmas game came to mind. His grandmother used to tease him with this trick every year on Christmas Day. He bent down and collected a small pebble. Propping the box between his thighs, he held out his two upturned palms of his hands, one with the penny-sized pebble in.

“Right, see the pebble?” He then closed his hands into two fists. Hiding his hands behind his back, he pretended to juggle the pebble between his hands. He then presented his two closed fists to the group.

“Where is the pebble now?”

“Oh, this is a ridiculous parlour game it’s in your right. We have a 50/50 chance of being right,” Balthazar exclaimed, pointing to Tom’s right fist.

Tom opened his right fist to show it was empty.

“So it is in your left,” Captain Brown stated.

Tom opened his left, to show it was also empty saying, “I win.”

“You cheated!” Balthazar spat the words out in disgust.

“No, I didn’t play by your inferred rules,” Stated Tom. He reached to his back pocket to retrieve the pebble and show he still had it.

“And that is what Brock the Badger is doing. If that box returns to the institute, we will learn nothing. This would have been a delay and Brock will receive it regardless, by hook or by crook.”

Now even Balthazar and Captain Brown nodded in realisation.

“The fact that this box has been found and what it contains cannot go further than this group. Only the four of us can know. Let Brock search around Tor rock trying to find his precious cargo. Let’s keep him in the dark. Lucy, would you be able to examine the contents of this box? Is this something within your capabilities?” Tom asked.

"Oh yes. This was the work I was doing at the institute during my internship. I can log into the networks to check data. With the right equipment from the institute, I could soon make initial observations."

“No, nothing can link us to the institute. Any moles could see that kind of activity. They will alert Brock and we would have him on our doorstep. Everything has to be done in secret. You can only use readily available over-the-counter equipment and use readily available data. We must isolate everything from the institute and any moles. Balthazar, this cannot go any further. With Brock willing to kill a Mermaid princess if anything were to link that box to this village, who knows what could happen?”

Now both Balthazar and Captain Brown were nodding in agreement, Lucy was now not so sure.

Tom asked Lucy, “So would that be possible, with over-the-counter equipment?”

“Possible, difficult, and it will take a little longer. But possible,” Lucy said, now realising she had a project to get her teeth into over the summer holidays.

Balthazar spoke up, now on board with the project. “I can make funds available, but I will need to report something to show for the funding.”

"Makeup anything you need to. Funding to review discovered pollution or something. Hopefully, we will only need cover for a short while until we know what is inside this box, but no names. Outside of this group of us, no one can know mine or Lucy's identity. Then if things then go south, we have some protection of anonymity. Call me James… James Bond and Lucy can be Miss Moneypenny."

Tom was on a roll now, excited at being involved in some spy cloak and dagger work, just like James Bond.

“James Bond the children’s books?” Lucy exclaimed.

Tom thought Tom Cruise would be too close to his own name... "Ok, how about Dwayne Dibley?" Tom nearly laughed out loud at that notion, being the alter ego of the ship's cat in the series Red Dwarf.

The three looked bemused again with such a strange name choice. “Dwayne Dibley it is,” Balthazar pleased at being finally allowed to make a decision.

“Lucy, there is an empty cottage two doors down from your mum’s. I can open that up for you to use,” Said Captain Brown now also buying into the project.

“That would be better, to isolate the experiment, but no entering from the front. Lucy, there is a path along the rear of the cottages you can use. So no one sees anyone coming or going from the ghost laboratory,” Tom said, enjoying his role in this.

“Okay, so if Lucy, er, Miss Moneypenny can give me a list of what she needs in the next day or so, we can get started. Tom, er, Dwayne you are bordering on paranoia, but I see your argument,” Balthazar agreed. He nodded at them all and took his leave up the beach.

"Well, Lucy, what do you think? Can you and Tom pull this off?" Captain Brown asked.

“Well, if I can get equipment, it will certainly be an interesting project for the summer. I will start a plan and make a list to give you.” Lucy answered.

Captain Brown nodded at Lucy, then at Tom, “You were back on thin ice for a short while back then Tom, but you have made your point. Things may not be as simple as we thought.” He turned and walked over to the gathered fisherdogs, barking orders. He now directed the recovery of Thomas’s boat. The boat at the end of its trip was now approaching the beach, with the retired captain Bob, the human father and son on board.

“So Lucy, what do you think? Can we?”

“It depends on what is actually in that box. Luckily it looks to be a waterproof sealed unit, so it should remain uncontaminated. But I don’t want to open it until I have the right equipment.”

Tom handed Lucy the yellow box, then they both walked up the beach to join Sarah, Kitty and the two other kittens. The six of them chatted, but mainly they all wanted to hear Tom’s story of rescuing the mermaid.

That evening the pub was the busiest Tom had ever seen in any pub. You could barely move in the small pub, with people spilling out onto the front garden with the slightly warmer evening. Thomas came in early with his many girlfriends and his dad, the retired captain Bob. Captain Bob brought Tom a beer, saying it had been a lot of fun to get back out on the boat to entertain rather than work. The human father had paid handsomely for the few hours work and Bob admitted that it was worth it, just for enjoying a few hours back with his son on his old boat. He even asked to be considered if any more guests at Kitty's B&B asked, so long as it was not every day.

Sarah and her kittens were sat at a table in the lounge, trying to encourage Tom to sit and join them for a meal, rather than work. Soon Sarah had to join him in clearing tables and serving as they were so busy.

The human family were over the moon with their day, and seeing merpeople for the first time, and thanked Tom for arranging everything. Even the mother cracked a smile, listening to her overexcited son retell his adventure for the umpteenth time that evening. The daughter, no longer wearing lipstick, kept smiling knowingly at him, glancing down to his crotch whenever their eyes met.

As more and more fisherdogs arrived for the evening, Tom was brought more and more beer and congratulated for his heroism. Kitty excused him from working, although Tom kept clearing empty glasses and serving in between talking to the fisherdogs. Tom struggled to keep up with the lengthening line of glasses of beer that had been brought for him.

“Hi Tom, I’m Peter,” A timid-looking dog introduced himself to Tom, shaking his hand.

“Hi Peter, I saw you here last night. Thanks but please I can’t drink anymore beer, I am trying to pace myself as it is.”

"No, haha, er, I wanted to ask, just how do you do it?"

“Sorry?”

“I watched you last night and now tonight, you are so calm when talking to females. Whether human, cat or dog, how do you do it?” Peter asked whilst glancing at Lucy in the lounge.

“Oh, you fancy Lucy?”

“NO, no. I was on the same course as her at college and whilst she was top of the class, I struggled. Even though often lab partners, I struggled to ask her for help, even with simple problems.”

Phew, well that is simple, try not to put her on a pedestal. She is friendly and wouldn't bite your head off. Why not just go up now and ask something like, what were her plans for the holidays? If you keep it neutral and try not to overthink it."

"Oh, thanks. Well, what about females you like?" Peter whispered in embarrassment. He did glance at the kitchen hatch to the kitchen where only Brenda and Becky were working. Well, now it was obvious he would not be thinking of Brenda.

"Ah well, that's a whole new ball game. It's tough. The key here is not to think of her as Captain Brown's daughter. You must be already friends, which is half the battle. Say something positive to show you have noticed something about her. It is a bit corny but start with small things, I don't know her well but she seems to like fashion. Say something nice along the lines of, you like the smell of her perfume, or how nice her dress or new hair cut looks. Something that isn't too out of the ordinary, but shows you noticed her or her feelings." Tom hated these types of conversations; it is easy to give advice but hard to follow yourself.

"Oh thanks, I'll try later." Peter tried to put a brave face on but didn't look confident.

"No time like the present. The bonus tonight is that it is busy, so no one will notice if you crash and burn," Tom said and realised that he had just undone his pep talk.

Tom moved back to see if Brenda or Becky needed a hand, but they almost shooed him out of the kitchen, saying they were too busy to have him under their feet. Tom was pleased to see that not only was the hatch clear, but Becky was furiously washing up.

Tom saw Lucy on her own in the lounge, with Sarah working and the other two kittens chatting with some dogs in the bar.

“Lucy, I have a brief question to ask before we meet up tomorrow?”

“Tom, I have a lot of questions too, mum told us. Your secret is safe with us. I am looking forward to setting up in the other cottage. All I would need is a blood sample from you and I could discover all kinds of things.”

"Our priority is the box, remember? Which is why I want to talk now? Do you need any help? Peter said he was on your course at college, would he be suitable to help?" Tom glanced up, but Peter was nowhere to be seen.

"Peter would be a real big help. He is a better engineer than a scientist. We worked well together as lab partners at college because of that. I am not good with setting up test equipment, but Peter could build us what we need, out of what we can buy. We can talk further in the morning."

“That is good to know. We can enrol him into the team but don't tell Captain Brown unless we have to. This will help protect the team.”

“You are bordering on paranoia. But this Brock sounds nasty if he is willing to kill Pisces.”

Tom drained his beer and left, as her two kitten sisters returned with dog friends to talk with Lucy. The fisherdogs acknowledged Tom as they passed. Tom went to *********** his next beer from his long queue of waiting beers.

"Hi, well done today." Thomas appeared out of the crowd at Tom's shoulder. "We were lucky you noticed that Buoy, a few of us are embarrassed that we missed it. Especially with you being a landlubber, so to speak," he smiled.

“You’re not to blame. I am sure you were all busy. Has Captain Brown explained the full story?”

“Yes, and I know what you are, but don’t worry, I think you are one of us now. Welcome to the village.” Thomas patted him on the shoulder. Tom felt proud to have been accepted by the potential future top dog of the village.

“Thomas, I don’t think the Captain and Balthazar fully appreciate the brevity of the situation. Between you and me, that is. This badger Brock is dangerous. His willingness to kill a mermaid proves it. You and the fisherdogs must keep an eye out for any strangers asking questions.”

“To be honest, I and the other lads were already thinking the same. No disrespect to the Captain but we're with you, Tom. Oh, Dad was so pleased to be back on the boat today. The human father even gave him a tip! The stories he told were all such fairy tales. Anytime anyone else asks, just let me know. Dad will jump at the chance,” Thomas beamed.

“Tom, can I ask you a favour?”

“Of course, what can I do for you?”

“Can you put in a kind word to Becky for me? We almost grew up together, but in the last few years she has changed.”

“But you are the most eligible bachelor in the village? You have girls hanging off you, listening to your every word you speak.”

"I know." Then he lowered his voice to a whisper in the loud bar. "But she was my first love, growing up together with Captain Brown treating me like a son. Then she realised she was not getting the attention and changed. She has barely spoken in months, always jealousies and trying to stir things up with the other girls in the village. Today she spoke to me for the first time in ages and nothing spiteful either. She asked how dad was and how the boat trip went with the humans. You seemed to have affected her."

“Okay, but I don’t know what I can do, we’ve barely spoken ourselves. If I get the opportunity I will try,” Tom lied. Thomas would not have been aware of his tryst with Becky in the kitchen or Captain Brown's task for Tom to take Becky’s already lost virginity.

“Thanks.” The conversation brought to a close as Thomas was grabbed by one of the village’s female dogs and pulled back into a group of giggling admirers.

Through the crowd, Becky walked across the room with an older lady that Tom thought he should know. "Tom, this is my mum, Margaret Brown." Tom now realised she was the woman on the cliff waving to them that morning.

“Pleased to meet you,” Tom held out his hand to shake.

Margaret lightly held his hand and shook it.

"Well, this is a first for me. But a pleasure, as it seems we have a lot to thank you for, not just Pisces, but also Becky and I. If Edgar had seen that buoy he would have tried to swim down to save her. I don't think he would have made it back. He may not appreciate it, but I do, so thank you, Tom."

Seeing Becky had returned to the kitchen, she continued in a sneaky whisper, “Edgar said that you’ve agreed to bed Becky? Don’t be shy Tom, we bitches like a bit of rough. You should have seen me and Edgar when we were courting, there’s a tree in the woods we use to meet at. My mother was worse as you could hear her howling at the moon some nights. Be brave, make my daughter a good bitch.” She smiled coyly, leaving Tom glowing beetroot red with embarrassment as she went on to the captain's table to talk with all the captains.

Another evening flew by. Tom still helped with clearing and tidying up, despite his semi-drunken state, having to leave a lot of his beer untouched rather than regret it later. Soon the pub was empty again, the kittens had gone. Sarah and Kitty had gone up to Kitty’s room as soon as the pub had cleared of clientele, hinting that they wanted to be alone.

Tom was glad to be alone, quietly tidying up, turning lights out and climbing the stairs to bed in the dark. Glad that in the dark he had the advantage on the human daughter but also feeling safer as the human family had long since gone to bed. Opening the door to his bedroom, he caught an aroma...

“Lucy, what are you doing here?” Tom whispered before he saw her. She had tidied the room and was curled up naked on the bed, her dress hung up.

“It seems our nano-bots have already made some further changes. Mum explained about your eyes, but you can already distinguish smells? Mum also explained a few more things to me.” She sat up, making room for him on the bed, patting the space next to her invitingly. Tom, no longer timid over this world’s forwardness, started undressing.

“I feel I have waited long enough and mum said you have all the credentials.” She was now purring and Tom was longing to be back in contact with vibrating fur, but now puzzled.

“Credentials?”

"Well, you were magnificent today, not just by being the hero, but the way you dealt with Balthazar and Captain Brown. I appreciate you calling me over to be included in this project. It is very exciting to be involved in and it could open a whole world of opportunities with the institute in the future. But above all, mum told me about your other attributes."

Tom was now stood naked at the foot of the bed. Lucy rose, sliding her soft paws up his taut stomach, muscular chest until she was face to face with him, seeing his continued confusion on his face.

“You know, you being mum and Kitty’s super sex toy. She has already told me her favourite position and how she put those claw marks in her room timbers.” Lucy wrapped her front legs around him and kissed him passionately. Tom swooned, being back in some furry, warm, vibrating arms, with Lucy tasting as close to cinnamon cookies as you could get.

"My sister's experienced all this a long time ago, but I've been waiting for the right person and it seems he is here in my arms right now, my hero," Lucy confirmed.

"Hmm, no pressure then?"

His hands drifted to her ears and quietly stroked... She purred quietly. Tom had the advantage as Sarah had given away all her erogenous zone secrets. Even in the darkness, he watched her fur ripple, as he brushed and stroked, seeing the patterns of tiger stripe like shapes on her coat. His hands drifted across the fur covering her small pert breasts, teasing and tweaking her little button hard nipples whilst passionately kissing her.

“Lie back down, Lucy, on your back,” Tom asked, watching her smile in anticipation.

He dropped to his knees and pulled her around for her legs to straddle his head and shoulders. His hands stroked up inside her inner thighs, either side of her damp and twinkling pleasure palace, to stroke and grip her fur above her hip.

“Mmmm,”

He reached forward. His desire to swim once again in that pool, held within her vibrating palace lips, was overwhelming. Extending his tongue out, he delved in, lapping, licking and sucking in her wetness that slowly increased, as did her purring.

Tom’s hands reached up to massage her fur covered breasts. Returning to tweak and tease her button nipples while Lucy’s paws stroked his head as she purred.

Whilst sucking on Lucy's clit, she spasmed in an electric shock-like shakes. Tom felt juices almost gush upon him, filling his mouth, forcing him to swallow it in short gulps.

“MMmmm, Tom, Oh! Tom, I’m sorry,” Lucy said as she realised that she had gushed over him. She immediately reached to him and instinctively started licking his face to clean him, tasting herself.

“Mmmm, I hope there is more to come?” She asked.

“Mmm, you bet,” Tom said, enjoying a return to post-sex cleaning. He climbed up and joined her on the bed, wrapping himself inside her four legs, kissing her and stroking her tail from the base to tip.

“Mmmm, that is sexy.” She said as she twisted round to lie between his legs, allowing him to continue stroking her. She engulfed his throbbing member with her mouth, her lips and tongue wrapped around... His body quaked, her tail was now quivering continuously and her purring was deep, vibrating his dick and his fingers... Her part rough tongue flicked it up and around his throbbing shaft. Then roughly lapping down to his balls and back up to the tip, her lips were now resting on his pubic hair, fully immersing his shaft.

Tom's passion was rising, he was enjoying this too much, with his memories of Kitty and Sarah's fur fondling romps rekindled his inner passion. Lucy being younger and this being her first time, he wanted to ensure she got her money's worth.

“Right, up onto all four legs,” Tom whispered. Lucy moved off Tom and prepared herself to be mounted from behind, watching him expectantly. Tom gripped her tail base with one hand and teased his other hand to her clit and eased his fingers back into her wet pool. He edged forward, using his fingers to guide him in.

Lucy quivered as the tip of his shaft touched her dampness and slipped through her purse lips. Even though she had previously come and was well lubricated, she was tight. Tom tried to be as sensitive as possible. Carefully cycling easing in slowly, then pulling back, then easing further in, until he was fully immersed deep inside her.

“Meeoooow,” She whispered appreciatively, smiling back at him.

Tom’s foreskin was pulled fully back, causing Tom to suck air in at the pleasurable pain. He pulled back far enough to just keep his shaft’s head inside her, feeling suction in her tight tunnel. Keeping his hand on the base of her tail and the other gripping the fur on her hip, he slid all the way back in. As he withdrew Lucy pulled slightly forward then cycled back to match Tom, soon gaining a rhythm, pumping in and out. They worked in unison with Lucy’s purring, increasing in time with the thrusts and moaning at each connection.

“Mmph, mmph, mmph, mmph.”

They kept this up, keeping up a tandem bouncing long stroking rhythm. He brought his hands from her hip and tail, stroking forwards along her soft underbelly and felt for her breasts. Using his thumbs to flick her now pert nipples, then pinching & rolling them between thumb and forefinger. Cupping her breasts, he encouraged her to stretch upright, as he held onto her.

“Mmmmmmeeeeooooww,” She concurred.

Lucy moved her front legs from in front of her, off the bed to up above her, stretching high to hold on to her target roof timber beam above with her paws.

Her rear continued bouncing backwards in time with his long strokes, using the full length of his throbbing shaft. Her palace inside tightened on each full penetration. Lucy arched her back and leant her head back to rub her head alongside Tom’s, even being able to plant light kissing pecks on his cheek...

Then Tom felt his balls tingle, oh yes! This was coming together nicely, he moved one hand from her up-stretched breast, upwards to another erogenous zone under one of her forelegs and now it was an easy lean forward, opened his mouth, found the spot, gathered in that familiar fold of skin on her neck and bit, not frightened to bite hard once again...

Lucy tensed and convulsed backwards. “MMEEEEOOOW, fuck me, Tom, fuck me, and make me cum again.” As she bounced her rump back onto him, causing him to delve deeper.

It was all he could do to not to be thrown backwards off the bed. He bit harder, whilst gripping on tighter to her front leg pit harder with one hand, and her stretched, flattened breast with the other.

He thrust forwards and felt his pre-cum spurt, there was no going back now and pumped hard and deep for all he was worth.

“Yes, yes,” Lucy begged. One hard push, wow! A second thrust and Lucy spasmed, another electric shock-like climax released. Tom, caught by her convulsing her muscles, pumped his own cum deep into her. Tom coming triggered another climax from Lucy who pushing her rear back whilst stifling a scream.

“Meeoowmphhhh.” Hearing familiar scratching, Tom looked up as Lucy’s claws were fully out and leaving gouges in the wooden beam above.

Tom held on to his last thrust until the last drop from his balls.

They held themselves pressed, interlocked together. Pausing for a short while, gasping for air, Lucy released her grip on the scratched beam above, allowing them to collapse forward onto the bed.

Through the wall adjoining Tom's room to Kitty's they heard muffled laughter and what could only be paws clapping.

“Muuuum, Kitty!” Lucy screamed in embarrassment.

Tom rolled off Lucy's back, alongside to face her, both sighing and laughing. Lovingly kissing each other, running hands and paws over each other, claws now retracted, smoothing each other out. Lucy started licking Tom again, starting at his face, purring.

She sat up, doubled over forwards to lick and clean both his, and her cum, from between her own legs, something that still enthralled Tom. Lucy moved onto licking Tom’s crotch, engulfing and sucking on his throbbing, swollen member, looking up smiling at Tom, whilst he led spread eagle, star-like on the bed.

It relieved Tom to once more be licked in post-sex cleaning, Lucy washing him all over, stimulating, tickling and calming at once. Once finished with Tom, Lucy licked herself again, all over this time and when finished, curled up with Tom, spooning as they dozed.

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