Virdea's Underwater Break

Accidently posted the wrong story earlier!  It's one I've posted before; thanks for the commissioner for pointing that out to me!  Here's the right one.

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Virdea sighed, walking through the door of her home.  It had been a long day today, working her job at Tohen’s Traders, and things had recently been really stressful.  She truly needed a nice, long break—luckily, things were done for now, and she could now sleep.
Virdea lived in the desert city of Bihrasa.  She was a puma of decent stature, clocking in at 5 foot 6 and 130 pounds.  Underneath her shirt she wore a black-strapped bra, and below that was her baggy, dark yellow harem pants, along with white curled slippers.  A cozy outfit for sure.
She headed into her bedroom, and was about to get into bed, when she noticed something different.  Next to her genie friend’s lamp was a note that hadn’t been there when she’d left for the morning.  So Virdea walked over and picked it up, studying it closely.  She read:
“Dear Virdea,
I’ve seen that you’ve been quite stressed lately, my dear puma friend, and that you need a relaxing time.  And so, I have taken the liberty of providing you with one.  I hope you enjoy it very much!  Don’t have too much fun now—just kidding!”
The puma frowned.  “Now who . . . um . . . er. . .”  She tried to think straight, but she suddenly found herself getting very, very sleepy—did the note do this to her?  Perhaps some sort of enchanted magic was on it!  But before she could fully process the possibilities, she found herself falling, and so Virdea collapsed onto the bed, snoring away.  Her legs were hanging off the side of the bed, and so her pants and shoes slowly fell off, plopping into a pile on the ground below.
As she slept, the puma began to change.  It started small at first: her legs twitched slightly here and there, and went from being spread apart to coming closer, bit by bit.  Then they began to merge: her legs clasped closer so that there was not an inch between them, and they started to melt together.
It began at her ass: the fur of her butt upper legs slowly began weaving together, becoming one and the same, and then her skin started joining itself, bridging the small gap between her legs until that gap was completely gone (except for her anus, of course).  This process continued until her thighs were no longer separate, but one, single unit.  And then it traveled down.
Her lower legs were next.  The fur and skin joined, bit by bit, moving and winding across the gap, and coming together at the middle.  Until, finally, Virdea no longer had two legs: she had one, single unit, with knees and feet sticking out of them, a fraction of normal.
And then that normal went away.  Her knees slowly softened, breaking down to their most basic components, the bones becoming weaker and weaker.  Until, finally, the bones had been completely reduced, and Virdea’s knees flattened and melted into the “leg” until they were no more, nothing at all.  There wasn’t even a bump where they had been—there was just nothing.  Those bones would reform into a new shape later, but for now, they were gone.
Her feet, which had been lying parallel to the “leg”, then began slowly move their position, spreading outward, until they were perpendicular to the unit, pointing left and right.  That’s when they, too, began to morph.
The bones there melted too, breaking down bit by bit, softening until they were nothing, and then her foot began to rearrange.  The toes of Virdea’s left foot came together, and then they too merged, the skin and fur weaving between the gaps until they were also genone unit, and not five appendages.  The toes on her right foot did the same, and after that, the morphing began.
Her foot began to warp and change, and the left foot became more pointy, more fin-like, increasing its length until it was a large, fleshy triangle sticking out of the “leg”.  Then her right foot did the same, and now Virdea had two fins!
Finally, the color came to her new “tail”.  Gray started down at where her toes used to be, and made its way to the top, climbing from her “toes” up to her foot, then up her “lower legs” and “knees”, until finally, it stopped above the puma’s butt, at her waist line.  The transformation was complete.
Virdea twitched in her sleep, and her new shark tail flopped up and down, gently hitting the bed.  The poor puma was unaware what had happened—but she would learn soon enough.
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She woke up dazed and confused.  What had happened at home?  She arrived to rest, and then . . . hmm, it was all so blurry.  Where was she now, anyway?
Virdea opened her eyes, blinking.  That’s when she realized she was under water.
The puma immediately started to panic, writhing and screaming—she could see something binding her down; what was going on?!  Either way, she couldn’t survive under water: she couldn’t breathe down here, surely she was going to—
Wait, calm down, calm down.  She was. . . She /was/ breathing down here?  Well, that wasn’t supposed to happen, but that was good, at least.  Take a breath, Virdea.  Breathe in, breathe out.  Good.  Now look around and see what’s going on.
The puma took a moment to notice herself.  First of all, something was definitely binding her, holding her arms behind her back—was it some kind of armbinder?  She tried to wrench her grip out of it, but the thing, whatever it was held her tight.  That’s when Virdea realized she couldn’t feel her legs. . .
She turned around—and nearly shrieked at the sight she saw.  “Nearly” because that’s when she realized something was over her mouth: a cloth gag, faded silver in color, keeping her from speaking or even uttering much aside from muffled sounds. So someone had bound /and/ gagged her, then.  After noticing that, she continued to process the sight behind her.
Everything below her waist was completely and utterly gone (along with her pants and slippers, but that wasn’t as important right now); it was replaced by a big, long shark’s tail!  Virdea blinked a few times, but it didn’t go away—that . . . /thing/ was definitely attached to her, part of her body.  She was a mermaid now, then.  Probably the reason she could breathe underwater, thankfully.  At least she could breathe thanks to this tail. . .
She moved to swim upward, but something below tugged her down.  That’s when Virdea noticed that the tail had a long chain around it, and that chain was attached to an iron ball, which was lying in the sand below.  So whoever brought her here was apparently keeping her here—that wasn’t good.  And if there was sand here, that might mean she was currently being held at. . .!
No.  That couldn’t be it.  Virdea took a deep breath through her nose, and moved onto the second step.
Next, she observed her surroundings.  Looking around, the puma could see schools of fish swimming by, ocean fish that she recognized from her job at Tohen’s Traders (she usually saw them packed in boxes, not alive like this.  It was somewhat nice, seeing them in their natural habitat).  Below here were all sorts of ocean plants, some she also recognized from her job: soft corals, waterwheels, sea anemones, red sea whip, among others she couldn’t identify.  They were extremely beautiful, but they also confirmed where she was currently being held: the bottom of the ocean floor, deep in the depths of the sea.
Her heart was pounding now.  Virdea looked up, and realized she could just barely make out the surface of the water—it was so far away from her, a distant glimmer that she had no hope of swimming to (even if she wasn’t currently chained up?).  Virdea sighed and looked down, defeated.  The only thing she could do was wait for her captor to reveal themselves, and explain what they wanted.  So she could only wait.
And that’s when she felt the dildo.
As she looked back down, Virdea felt something move within her shark vagina, pleasuring her.  The puma let out a cry from underneath her gag, surprised and turned on.  Then she felt it in her sharky behind—something else inside of her, stimulating her!  Looking behind her, the puma was surprised to see a dildo in her vagina, and another one in her shark butt.  There was a leather strap around her, one that went around her butt and to her front, and they were holding the dildos in place.  It was very arousing. . .
She had always dreamed of this kind of situation, being bound and stimulated to her heart’s content.  So, what the hell, Virdea thought.  Might as well go with it, and make the most of this kind of pleasure.
She looked down at the dildo at her front again, and that’s when she noticed she was topless: her bra was completely gone, leaving her breasts floating free in front of her.  Good.  She could struggle to get out of the chain from the iron ball, and at the same time, those dildos could give her a /very/ nice time.
So she struggled in the chains, trying to get free of the heavy ball at the bottom of the sea, hoping that the bindings could pop open, and she could swim out of here.  But at the same time, she was stimulating herself, feeling the dildos move around inside of her vagina and ass, and moans escaped her mouth.  Little did she know that the dildos were magically infused, and they vibrated inside of her, moving around her chambers and giving her immense pleasure with every twitch.
And so she struggled and played with herself, trying to get free and arousing her body to such a degree that muffled cries escaped through the gag.  The dildos twitched and moved inside of her, and Virdea felt more aroused than she had ever been in her life.  She had always wanted to be kidnapped and bound in her fantasies, but for her kidnapper to leave a means to pleasure herself from the bondage and fearplay?  That was just over the top.  And it was fantastic.
The sex toys massaged her insides, hitting just the right pleasure spots within the puma, and she found herself moaning around the gag, getting caught up in the moment.  Her pleasure grew and grew, and she noticed that the more she moved, the more the dildos moved in turn.  So she twisted and turned, activating the sex toys inside of her more and more, letting herself get lost in the ecstasy of it all.  It didn’t take long for her to orgasm, and she cried out as she did so, experiencing such a high it made her scream.
In that moment, it didn’t matter that she had been kidnapped; it didn’t matter that she didn’t know how to get out of this situation; it didn’t matter that this entire scenario was an utter mystery.  All that mattered was the pleasure within her, and achieving it.
It had been about 20 minutes when Virdea saw something that caught her eye, and pulled her out of the pleasure she had been seeking.  She looked up, freezing, and the dildos stopped moving.  She saw a lamp—/her friend’s/ lamp—falling down, sinking in the water!  It ended up about 40 feet away from her, landing peacefully in the sand.
Her eyes widened.  If she could rub the lamp, she could summon her horse genie friend, Glisra, to get her out of this whole situation!  Then, she’d be free to go!  She just had to get the lamp. . . Hopefully that wouldn’t be too difficult of a task.
Virdea struggled against the ball, swimming fiercely toward the lamp.  But as she did, the dildos activated with her movement, vibrating in her cavities and making her moan.  The puma fell in the sand, completely aroused, her mind flickering between trying to escape and getting lost in her fantasies.  For a moment, the latter was true, as she submitted to her desires, her brain turning off as she let the sensations overpower her, crying out underneath the gag. . .
But when she stopped moving, the dildos turned off.  And after the puma caught her breath, her determination returned.  /Come on. . ./ she thought, swimming forward and pushing with all her might, feeling the ball move just slightly upward.  It felt like it was at the edge of some kind of slope. . . If she could roll it far enough, she could bring it downward, and. . .!
That’s when the dildos activated again.  As she moved, they buzzed inside of her, and Virdea moaned again as pleasure overtook her senses yet again.  This time, she had half a mind enough to keep swimming forward, pushing against the ball as the dildos pushed against her body, leaving her an aroused wreck of a person.
Finally, the ball tipped forward, rolling down the hill and bringing Virdea with it.  She let out a muffled cry, startled by the movement, and when she and the ball stopped moving, the dildos stopped as well.
The puma looked forward—the lamp was so, so close now, just a few inches away from her body!  She just had to move forward a little bit more. . . Just a bit more!  She pulled against the iron ball, swimming forward, tugging hard, and the process of stimulation began again.
The dildos vibrated more fiercely than ever, making her loudest cries yet (well, as loud as they could get with the gag in her mouth).  Her tail moved back and forth as her arousal increased, and as she tried to reach the lamp.  Until, finally, Virdea was exhausted—the ecstasy and the bondage was too much.  She had worn herself out, and so the puma passed out, sinking to the floor of the sea.
She had managed to move the ball forward, and so as she fell, her left upper arm brushed up against the surface of the lamp.  It wasn’t much, but it was enough for the genie inside.
Red smoke and sparkles spewed out of the lamp, surrounding the area around the puma.  And then, with a huge flash of light, Virdea and the lamp were gone, transported back to the house.
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The puma moaned and sat up, rubbing her head.  What had happened?  She remembered having a shark tail, having dildos up her vagina and butt, being bound. . . Had the whole thing been a terrible, wonderful dream?
Looking around, she saw that she was not underwater anymore, but that she was back in her house, lying on her bed.  It was a relief to be home, and she lifted her unbound hands up, feeling her fingers.  Were her legs back, too?  Looking forward, Virdea was happy to see that the shark tail was gone, and her legs and feet were back, along with her dark yellow harem pants and white curled slippers.  Happy, she wiggled her toes inside of her slippers, smiling to herself.
She heard a shaking sound, and turned to see that the lamp was on her bedside table, and it was vibrating.  After twitching for a bit, it released red sparks and smoke, and in a flash, there was Glisra, the horse genie.
She gave Virdea a smile, and tossed her long, auburn hair.  The horse genie wore a blue turban with a green band, with a purple circle and a feather attached to it.  She was a brown horse, with a white stripe across her muzzle, going down to her nose, and white spots on her lower arms.  Like usual, aside from her turban her only clothing was a pink strapless bra and a silver metal belt.  Below her belt, red smoke trailed down to her lamp, connecting her to it.
“I trust you had fun, my dear?” said Glisra, giving her master a big grin.
“Wait . . . so, all that was real, right?” realized Virdea.  “Being underwater and everything was, um . . . real?”
Glisra nodded.  “Correct.”
“Did you do this?” the puma asked her.
The horse genie nodded.  “I hear things from my lamp, you know,” she explained to Virdea.  “About how stressful your work is. . . About how you want to relax. . . The nights where you want to pleasure yourself, but you don’t have the time or energy because you’re always just so tired.”  She gave the puma a genuine smile.  “So, I thought that for tonight, I could give you a night of pure pleasure, just for you.  I do hope you enjoyed it.”
Virdea smiled shyly.  “Well, I do wish you could have warned me first. . . But that was a lot of fun,” she admitted.  “It was all just like in my deepest fantasies, being tied up in a situation like that, being /pleasured/ like that.”  She grinned.  “And being unable to escape because I was underwater and chained up was an excellent choice.”
Glisra laughed.  “I’m glad you liked that!  That was my favorite part.”
“But all that struggling and masturbating has got me really tired. . .”  Virdea let out a big yawn, covering her mouth with one paw.  “I think I should get some sleep.”
“Naturally, you’ll need it after such an intense experience,” said the horse genie.  “Get some rest, master.”
The puma took off her curled slippers, still yawning like crazy, and crawled underneath the covers.  As she did so, Glisra looked into her eyes, and was happy to see that the stress and worry that was usually there had faded away.  Her master looked happy, at a point of peace, perhaps.  It was wonderful.
“Goodnight, master,” the horse genie said as Virdea dozed off.  “Sleep well.”  And with that, she returned to her lamp, and went to sleep, happy she could make her master less stressed.