A Mermaid Christmas

The hazel eyes answered her again before they relaxed and Margaret took a long, slow swallow of her wine.

"He's off letting world leaders think he's visiting them, not the other way around. Now the world knows you two exist, he's dangling research, institutes, factories... Of course, not even zero taxes will be enough, but, well, how many subsidies are on offer... And since it's the season of generosity..."

Margaret emptied her wine with a long, slow swallow. She nudged the Anastasia on her right and a wine bottle was upended to refill it before she turned back to Rachel.

"Don't be shocked, dear Rachel," the older woman's voice was low, her eyes soft.

"We give to the world, they give back to us."

Rachel sucked down her wine-flavored smoothie and nodded her head, a half smile. She wasn't sure what she felt at the moment. She was a mermaid. For the moment at least. Which was stranger than anything she'd ever expected from the moment she'd received that email less than a year ago. But more than that there was Bezerg. No, there were Usks.

There were the corporations, the vast swathe of enterprises that were the linchpins of the modern world's economy. Within those were people like her, plucked from obscurity not necessarily because they were the best and the brightest but because they brought something that advanced the interests of Bezerg's worldwide domination. And Margaret. Rachel felt the woman next to her and leaned slightly, drawn by that presence. But still, not explained, not laid bare.

Finally there was Bezerg. It was hoary but for now appropriate. A riddle wrapped within an enigma wrapped in a mystery. He'd felt no compunction turning them into mermaids, a massive intrusion that should've made her and Sarah bright with rage.

But they'd just... accepted it. For now. The lure of central roles in pushing the interests of all of the Usks. And the promise of being returned. For later.

Her mind was pulled back to the pavilion, the table, Sarah's laughter, the cheerful pack of reindeer in their tiny brown dresses by a hand just below the bend of her hips.

"I don't think the two of you know about... everything, about your bodies yet."

Margaret's hand was firm, strong, the woman an inch or so taller than Rachel's and Sarah's pre-mermaid forms. She and Sarah had discussed in admiring tones her obvious fitness, but her figure and that tone had always been implied more than displayed.

Which it now was, the swell of her firm tits, her bare legs barely covered by the tiny skirt.

Then she looked again. Another button undone on the blouse, more cleavage, hint of the darker, pinker areolas at the edges. Then Rachel's mouth opened and was held at an 'O' and the room went silent except for the voice from the woman next to her, soft and slow and in a deeper register.

"You know about your nipples, sweet thing, but those aren't all that Bezerg amped up."

Rachel's eyes went to slits and she panted through her mouth as her sight locked onto Margaret's face. Her nipples went beyond tingles as strands of hair rubbed against them with her chest's slow expansion and contraction.

"Ho... How?"

"Not everything goes at the same pace. And well, this part is new."

Margaret's head turned slowly and drew Rachel's gaze around the table. She saw two Anastasias at the far end caress each other, one's fingers were inside the other's dress as she followed the curve of the large breast and loitered to draw the nipple even more erect than it had been the entire evening.

"Like... ours? How can they wear clothes? My hair touching, hell..."

Rachel jumped slightly as she felt added pressure, she moaned.

"Practice, you'll get used to it."

Rachel moaned again as Margaret pressed her finger into the slit in her tail, a slit that would be between her legs.

If she had legs. But the slit was there. Not to be squeamish but it seemed they only produced liquid waste and well, that was what the slit was for.

Getting rid of it.

It hadn't felt bad, it hadn't been all that different from a good piss 'before.' But this was like a switch had been flipped.

And Margaret's fingers knew the exact spot.

"Undo my blouse, lovely girl."

The command brooked no refusal. Rachel's right hand rose and undid the last button on Mrs. Claus's blouse, a shimmer and the two sides fell away. Rachel inhaled quickly when she saw tits exactly the size and shape she'd told Bezerg she wanted when they were returned. She looked up and saw the tiniest nod, looked back at the breasts. Her fingertips did as her best lover's had done to her, traced down the chest then moved slightly to follow the swell of the right tit under she found the firm red flesh within its pink ring at the center of her subtly tanned flesh.

No tan lines, Rachel's mind registered before her attention switched to the second target in front of her. She jumped again and her eyes closed totally as Margaret pressed her own attack home again.

"Wha... what about...," Rachel managed as she opened her eyes but stopped when she looked across the table, saw Sarah's eyes closed as the director sat behind her and massaged her neck and shoulders as an Anastasia caressed the blonde woman's breasts and nipples. She turned to look at Margaret as the woman's finger found its target again, a finger on the idle second hand went to her lips, then beckoned Rachel to lean to her.

"Your friend is shy, we, you, well know. She woke first but for this, you're first. And, that's not all. But you, I believe..."

Rachel pushed forward and had just enough realisation to notice that Margaret had done likewise.

They met in the middle. Their lips touched but were slightly askew.

Rachel drew back a few inches.

"Oh my god, that was so... like my first one..."

Margaret's free hand went to Rachel's chin and the mermaid saw a sensual smile, blazing eyes.

"It was, is, your first time."

She leaned in and Rachel was better prepared. Both sets of lips started barely open but moved apart as they pushed more tightly together. Rachel felt a tongue push into her mouth but her counterattack was muted by the waves of pleasure centered on, for want of a better name, her crotch. Her pussy.

She summoned every bit of will, every bit of her considerable experience to pull back from the kiss, her first earnest taste of another woman's lips. She moved her hand from Margaret's nipple, the flesh hard, extended and shoved it without preamble under the tiny skirt and between the legs. It was only after she found closely-trimmed hair and followed it down, felt wet heat that she realized the legs had anticipated her counter and had parted. But it was time to show this lover who was boss.

"I've got a lounge," the black-haired mermaid's voice as deep and sensual as she could conjure as she pushed two fingers into the hot slit of Santa's cheating wife, "and I'm not afraid to use it. Going to give me a taste of this cunt or are you afraid of what I'll do to you, old woman?"

A Taste of Margaret

"You cheating bitch," Rachel was prone on her lounge and pushed Margaret's pussy far enough from her mouth to speak, "this isn't fair. How fucking long is that whore's tongue?"

The older woman laughed as the grey highlights in her hair shook before she pushed herself down on the face she squatted over.

"I know you suck cock like a champ, but I've had the best between my legs. You talked big, little girl, not gonna make it easy on you."

Rachel's eyes blazed at that. She knew in the finest detail how she liked to be touched, licked, sucked, she tried hard to transfer that to giving rather than receiving but whichever Anastasia had her goddamn tongue buried in her slit didn't help her concentration.

Margaret's clit was similar in size to her own, fully erect as it was she surrounded it with her lips and used the tongue to softly flick it. Margaret exhaled hard when the tongue in Rachel's own slit hit her most sensitive spot and caused her to almost bite the older woman's flesh. The exhale turned into a laugh as the clit was pulled from her mouth and the vulvar lips slowly moved so that Rachel's tongue could penetrate between them, juice ran down her cheeks and onto her chin.

She moaned into the gooey cunt as the bitch on her face reached back and tweaked one of her nipples. Hard. The lower third of her tail jumped and she felt the tongue in her own cunt pushed hard, followed by a clear laugh from above as hazel eyes bore into her dark irises.

"Let's push it up a notch," Rachel's mouth formed subvocally as her tongue drove deeply, she worked an arm around a shapely thigh and gathered moisture with her fingers and pushed them into Margaret's body. She went back to the clit and sucked it in before she pulled two slicked fingers out of the pussy and in a swift motion pushed them swiftly past Margaret's anal guard and scissored the woman's flesh as she sucked hard.

Rachel heard a hard grunt from above.

"Touché, my sweet young thing," the voice was languid, before the hips began to rock slowly.

Rachel used her fingers and mouth to work her target, used the last vestiges of her concentration to block out the feelings of what had to be two reindeer at her own crotch. Why doesn't this bitch break? How long can she take it? Rachel thought of her lovers, many had been good with their mouths, a few had even worked out the trick of penetrating both of her openings as they'd worked on her. She'd never told a lover to do so, it was a test she'd put them to, could they see and follow the signs?

But when one had she'd blown. Quickly. How could this...

Then the body sped up its rocking motion and this woman, this powerful, beautiful, worldly woman, panted and moaned.

"Oh, fuck," the voice was deep, deep, "yes..."

The gush of cum that was Rachel's reward was hot as Margaret pushed down hard, the mermaid had no choice but to freeze her fingers and her mouth and hold her breath as the torrent soaked her fingers and face and hair. As if it read her need to breathe the body rose slowly from her face, her hand followed for a few inches before she pulled them free. The assault on her own cunt had paused for the moment. Rachel opened her eyes and saw her victim step around to her left side and bend over. She saw Margaret's lovely face above her, the tiny lines at the edges of her eyes, the lines of her jaw, the roots of her hair sweaty and for the first time ever it was slightly askew as she took a few slow, deep breaths.

"I was right, my beautiful Rachel, you were ready," Margaret said as she settled to her knees and leaned in and kissed Rachel very softly for a moment before both mouths opened and their tongues met this time and slowly wrapped around each other. How much time passed before Margaret broke the kiss Rachel didn't know, before the face above her turned to look down the mermaid's body.

"This woman needs a drink. And so do I."

Rachel looked at two smiling faces, brown and red hair, each surrounded glittery antlers. The redhead rose, her magnificent naked body fully exposed. She stepped quickly to the table and poured a glass of red wine and retrieved a fresh smoothie from the chiller built into the wall, it was always cool but not quite as chilled as a regular refrigerator.

Rachel pushed the button and her lounge rose to an acute angle as the red headed Anastasia returned and handed her the smoothie and the wine to Margaret.

"You're definitely a natural, girly, bit of practice, you might even get good at eating pussy."

She tapped her wine glass against the smoothie and Rachel snorted hard at her but smiled. They both drank.

It was only then that Rachel took in the full scene.

A blonde Anastasia bent over the table with her legs apart and moaned as their director pumped slowly in and out of her from behind with a massive black buzzing strap-on. Two others had spread a blanket on the deck and were in the classic side by side '69' position. The other two.

She saw Sarah. Her best friend in the world. She loved the girl who was so desperately in need of someone, man, woman, reindeer, to help her blow out some carbon. The other two Anastasias knelt alongside her, a blonde one caressed and kissed the blonde mermaid's huge tits while the other used a handheld vibrating dildo to work the slit. Rachel smiled as she saw Sarah's head jerk, her eyes closed, her tail twitched as the other naked red headed reindeer expertly wielded the implement. Rachel sipped and smiled broadly as Sarah's body arched and her mouth gaped before she let out a long moaned and wordless sound of pleasure. Ever attentive the Anastasia lightened its pressure and expertly drew a couple of slow aftershocks.

The blonde Anastasia glanced at Margaret, nodded quickly and stood to collect a smoothie for Sarah. She arrived at the lounge as the mermaid's eyes finally opened, a dazed look of lust and confusion.

"Oh, wha...," she said, Rachel caught her eyes, lifted her smoothie. Sarah looked, saw her own smoothie on offer and took it by reflex.

"Blowing out some carbon, blondie, good for you."

Sarah bit her lower lip, her eyes not yet settled.

"Sarah," Margaret's voice was kind, but Rachel noticed just a bit firmness too, "please, you've nothing to worry about. Nothing to be ashamed of."

She lifted her wine glass and tapped it to Rachel's smoothie, they drank and finally saw Sarah's eyes relax and she took a deep drink. They all turned as the Anastasia bent over the table and the woman fucking her both let out their own loud, long moans as the director drove them both to climaxes. They looked sheepishly at Margaret, who smiled but shook her head a bit. The '69' pair were still on the blanket but simply caressed each other.

"Ladies," Margaret stood straight as a brunette Anastasia collected her Mrs. Claus costume and brought it to her, "we have presents of a different sort to unwrap. Let's get these two closer to the tree and let's get to it! Merry Christmas!"

Everyone pulled on the clothes that had been scattered, their faces showed the languor brought about by deep sexual satisfaction. Only Sarah's expression offered the merest touch of ambivalence.

Not Quite the Twelve Days of Christmas

"I thought 'no talking to our families,'" Sarah had said as she and Rachel bobbed in the pool along the deck in their pavilion, "double top secret!"

"Open these," had been Margaret's response on Christmas morning as she'd held out nicely wrapped packages that were thin but otherwise about the size of what in the old days they'd called 'coffee table books.' The mermaids slickly popped out of the water, spun and sat on the deck and took their gifts in hand.

As had been the protocol a few hours earlier on Christmas Eve they'd enthusiastically shredded the paper to each find Bezerg Industries newest top of the line computer, phone and chatty companion all-in-one tablets made from cunningly wrought glass, metal and plastic.

"You'll notice these won't offer full outgoing communications, you two aren't entirely public yet. The show yesterday was for presidents and prime ministers and a few key 'captains of industry.' And while our electronic security is the best there is, enough about you two is already leaked that the number of spy cams, eavesdroppers and more will be even more interested. But the public at large, nothing more than just rumors."

Sarah and Rachel looked at each other then back at the woman who had been, and still was, their boss, but now apparently something more. Unlike the previous night's barely there Mrs. Claus outfit she had on a dressing gown that still outlined her fine figure but left much more to the viewer's imagination. With her was one of the blonde Anastasias, a 'regular' one, not their director.

Sarah thought of this one as Marilyn, she'd assigned names to most of them as the plentiful exposure allowed her to differentiate quite easily by this point. Except for their hair colors differences were incredibly subtle. It was common enough knowledge Margaret was just in her fifties, and the director Anastasia, in appearance and behaviour, was a professional woman of thirty-five or so, older, more experienced than her and Rachel's mid-twenties but certainly apart from the octet of her large-breasted near-clones. Marilyn and the others had the appearance of ripe, young twenty-somethings but their strange behaviour had aspects of teenagers and of ancient, worldly women. It was clear they understood speech but if any other than the director had ever used more than basic language back Sarah had never heard one. The one now with Margaret was in a basic A-line shift, naturally it was snug on top and not even to mid-thighs. Christmas Eve's glittery antlers were absent.

And more from last night, Sarah had noticed a few of the tags as Margaret had passed out gifts. Every one simply said 'To: Anastasia From: Santa' but without hesitation each package had been passed to a specific woman. And all had been different, small pieces of jewelery, clothing items, curios such as snow globes. Each recipient had smiled and been apparently pleased with her gifts.

"Call your families now," Margaret directed the seated women, "the tablets will replace the background with a boring-ass scene that would be at home in any chain hotel in the world, a generic Christmas tree in the background, holiday jingles just audible."

Sarah tapped the phone icon, saw only a few numbers there, her family's along with Margaret, Bezerg, Anastasia, Rachel's and a private emergency number.

"This isn't Rachel's mobile," Sarah said as her tablet buzzed, she looked, 'Rachel calling.' She looked up and saw the dark-haired mermaid's smile.

"Yes, it is," Rachel confirmed, chuckles from the onlookers.

"Also. Don't bother to scan below your necks, if you try the video will show you wearing a horribly gaudy holiday sweater you'll never live down."

"Ok if I go outside?" Rachel's question, Margaret nodded, she slid into the water and paddled slowly. Sarah stayed on the deck.

"Oh, and Sarah," Margaret's eyes had an amused look, "we know your little brother thinks he's quite the electronics sleuth. If he quietly asks you someday 'how was Mongolia,' well... Now, we're off. I won't be with you for dinner the next few nights but you won't be alone, it'll be much quieter. Well, as quiet as you want."

Margaret and 'Marilyn' turned and walked out, the door opened automatically as they approached.

"Those doors don't do that when we get close...," Sarah heard Rachel say, just loud enough for only the two of them to hear. Although, who knew what the room could really hear.

Christmas dinner was similar to the previous evening, with the director and two Anastasias, a brunette and a redhead. The mermaids had been offered similar after dinner treatments as they'd received on Christmas Eve but both had demurred, although Sarah suspected had Rachel known that she'd already christened this redhead 'Nancy' her friend's response might've been different. Rachel had instead eagerly used the wide variety of vibrators and other sex toys they'd been provided to fine tune her understanding of the 'features' her temporary form offered.

Sarah had been more restrained, but as had happened on their roof after their intense night of teasing at the Augmentaplex she'd been drawn by her dark-haired friend's intense effort to treat herself to less numerous but no less intense climaxes.

They were mostly alone on the days that approached New Years Eve, one Anastasia or another always close by to be summoned as well as coming into the pavilion to replace towels, restock smoothies and with almost no words ask if there was anything else needed.

Bezerg called on their tablets a couple of times, promised he'd be back before the new year arrived, said he had more surprises and challenges in store for them.