Mediocris Spawn

"How's Pontus, Naia?"

"Dreamy, Nerine," she swooned thinking about him.

"Ohhh? Do tell."

"I shouldn't kiss and tell, Nerita."

"Please, I know you're doing more than kissing him."

"Nerine! Stop!"

"Heheheh, your cheeks still blush like a blood moon. Come on, what do you like about him so much?"

"His eyes drink me in like I'm an endless river, his muscles caressingly hold me more tenderly than the water ever could, and he's got more rhythm than the seven seas combined. He's perfect, Nerita."

"Goodness, he's converted you from nymph to nymphomaniac. So, is your belly teeming with life," she poked Naia's tummy.

"Only from lunch," she blushed.

"Poor thing," Nerine sipped her tea. "Ardalion seeded me three cycloptian sons, two titans, and four elemental daughters."

"Goodness, does he impregnate you by looking at you?"

"Not every time, Nerita. I have my ways."

"So, Naia, why're you having troubles conceiving?"

"It's obvious. Based on how she gushes about him, she gushes too hard for him. Practically flooding out her emotions, cleansing any chances of them siring offspring."

"Talk about a love nectar tsunami!" They laughed at her.

"As a nymph I never knew one could get 'too wet.' You know, most people's 'water works' are their eyes leaking, not their libido!"

Insulted by their mockery, Naia stormed out. "You both barely have ten children, mine will number like the grains of sand. This I promise!"

Returning to her reef, she bawled.

"Naia, what's the matter?"

"Pontus, they mock me for I am childless."

"Does their mockery truly sting?"

"No, but the truth does."

"Come here, you." He embraced her, "Is begetting your true desire?"

"Yes."

"Then let's never stop making love until then."

They kissed each other so much their faces permanently puckered, forming to make consistently perfect smooches. Their legs locked around each other so frequently that they became curved, multijointed, developing into tails.

Naia loved Pontus so deeply that although her flooding nectar made it impossible for her to be seeded, her floods delivered her pearls into his sea of yang, swelling his belly with life. Eventually he ejected their children into the open waters.

Thus, the first seahorses became, birthing thousands of children.

Thavien’ Token: This story was crafted for L.C. Schäfer’s “Fucked Up Fairytales - An Unofficial Challenge.” Does it count as a fairytale? In all honesty, I have no idea. L.C. Schäfer will be the judge of that. I'm just having tons of fun experimenting. As always... FAAFO!