“Oh, really?” I muttered as I glanced around, the crystalline perfection of the water allowing me to catch a glimpse of them swimming away.
So, they wanted to play games, did they?”
Shifting, I took off after them, intent on tagging them back, only to spot him flattened across the back of Lani’s shell as he swam off with them. So, games, and they were ganging up on me? Well, I had a few tricks up my sleeve too and the distinct advantage of knowing how to drive Lani wild, even in my sea turtle form.
I tagged him instead of Kekoa, right beneath the tail too. His flippers jerked and splayed, and then he furiously started paddling away with Kekoa.
What the hell? He was it. Why was he still making me chase him?
I poked my flipper beneath his tail with a bit more assertion the next time I caught up to them and got smacked across the beak with one of his rear flippers for my efforts. I nipped his tail next and again got swatted with a flipper as the chase continued.
Round and round our little cove we went; only each time I got close, instead of being able to nip or poke, I caught a stinger to the beak, courtesy of my jellyfish mate’s outstretched tentacles. Every boop was accompanied by a tiny burst of toxins that slowed me down enough that Lani turned and drifted with the current, Kekoa’s tentacles waving at me from his perch on Lani’s back.
Lani zigged, and he zoomed, back flippers churning, more than making up for the missing front one, while Kekoa acted as his bodyguard, protecting his tail from me. Between intoxicating jellyfish toxin and excretion, I was more than happy when our merry chase led us back to the sandy shallows, our jellyfish mate still clinging to Lani’s back as he crawled out of the ocean. Kekoa shifted, still straddling him, and stretched out along our mate’s back so he could whisper in Lani’s ear.
By the time I shifted from flippers to hands, Kekoa and Lanni were giggling in between conspiratorial whispers.
“What are you two plotting now?” I asked, “And how the hell did I get stuck being it?”
“That’s what you get for using illegal tagging tactics,” Lani quipped as Kekoa scooted off him.
“How can tagging tactics be illegal? Tag is literally the easiest game in the world because there are no tactics; all you have to do is ensure that some part of your body makes contactwith the other person’s body, and bam, they’re it. Easy-peasy-lemon-squeezy, until you kept swimming away.”
Lani’s eyes narrowed as he scowled at me. “You tagged me beneath the tail.”
“It’s a body part, isn’t it?”
“Dude, that was borderline foreplay!”
“And…who says it wasn’t intended to be?” I replied, raising an eyebrow at him.
“And you didn’t sayyour it,”Lani pointed out.
“How am I supposed to sayyour itwhen I’m in my shell and flippers?”
“I’m pretty sure tagging beneath the tail is illegal,” Kekoa said, snickering. “I was forced to defend his honor; you were so persistently attacking his rear.
“Says the person who started all of this off with a tentacle to the nipple,” I said as I approached.
Kekoa just shrugged and looked completely unapologetic. “Technically, I started with your nose.”
“You two are big on those technicalities today, aren’t you?”
“Gotta uphold the rules and regulations,” Kekoa replied.
“And what are the rules and regulations for giving you two cocks to ride?”
“Oh, now those are very complex and require precise and somewhat intricate steps that I’m not sure you’re patient enough to follow.”
“What? I’m the picture of patience. Just call me Mr. Patience. I can follow any rules you two lay out.”
“Dude, you couldn’t even follow the rules of tag,” Lani pointed out, grinning like an evil imp as he stared up at me from the sand.
“For the last time, there are no rules in tag beyond tagging the other person; they literally made a whole movie about it.Those guys seriously let nothing stand in their way of tagging or avoiding being tagged.”
The whole time I was speaking, those two sat in the sand, trying to keep straight faces and failing miserably. First the corners of their lips pulled up, then Lani snorted and Kekoa snickered, and by the time I finished, they were cackling like a pair of hens and rolling around in the sand.
Oh, so they wanted laughs. I’d give them laughs. Dropping down in front of them, I sought out all their ticklish spots until a tentacle wrapped around my cock and started stroking, leaving me gasping and groaning with need.
