From Kidnapping to Fun Times Under The Sea

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 Jasar resided in the desert kingdom of Ni’haka, living within one of its many cities.  This one was a small, quiet place—but it was known to have troublemakers from time to time.
Jasar was not one of those troublemakers.  Rather, he was a strapping man with an enticing secret.  He stood at 5 feet 9 inches, and weighed around 180 pounds.  A red turban was draped around his head, and below it was a nearly shirtless frame, embraced by a silver vest.  Below that was orange baggy pants, held up by a brown sash belt, and worn sandals.
It was the turban that held the secret.  Underneath it, a lamp was hidden.  And within that lamp, a being of great power slept. . .
But for now, Jasar had no need of them.  It was the middle of the afternoon, and he was resting in front of a rug shop, sitting on the porch.  That was when Ces approached him.
Ces stood slightly taller than Jasar, at 6 foot 1, and had a heavier frame, of 213 pounds.  He was a force to be reckoned with, but as Jasar turned to him, the other man gave him a friendly smile.
“That was a good game last night!” Ces said to him.  “You are certainly lucky at dice, my friend—I admire that.”
“Why thank you,” Jasar said, grinning.  “I’d like to think the luck comes to me.”
Ces chuckled.  “Perhaps that is so.  Regardless, I have something to give you.  Think of it as an additional prize.”
He reached into his pocket, and pulled out a potion, shaking the full bottle slightly as he held it out. “Oh, thank you!” Jasar said, giving Ces a happy smile.  “I appreciate your good sportsmanship.”
“Of course, my friend,” Ces said, turning away.  “Enjoy the potion.”
Jasar missed the other man’s evil smirk.  The first stage of the plan was complete.
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It was nightfall, and Jasar was sitting on his bed, in his one-room clay house.  The place was rather small, only 30 cubic feet, and held one bed, some cabinets with candles on them, a rug and small table.
He took the potion out of his pocket, and examined it for a moment.  Jasar had to admit, he’d never seen one quite like this before—perhaps he shouldn’t drink it yet.  Regardless, curiosity got the better of him, and after uncorking the potion, he gave it a definitive swig, guzzling the contents in one gulp.
For a long moment, nothing happened.  “Oh,” Jasar said, feeling disappointed.  He was about to stand up from his bed, but then it happened.
His feet started to feel tingly, as if they were being massaged.  The man smiled at the feeling and leaned back, relaxing into it.  Then the tingling feeling traveled from his feet, up his ankles, to his knees, and finally encompassed his full leg, stopping as Jasar’s hips.  It was quite relaxing, he sighed contentedly.
Then the transformation truly began.
There was a strange sensation, like his legs were attracting themselves, like a magnet attracting metal.  Jasar leaned up and looked down, watching his legs—and then, before his very eyes, they slammed together in one swift motion!  As they pushed together, his legs completely ripped the sides of his pants, sweeping the cloth uselessly to the sides.
Jasar tried to tug his legs apart, fighting the strange feeling as much as he could.  But they refused to separate, and as he struggled, the sensation traveled down to his feet—and now they were together, too!  “What is going on?!” the man muttered, enthralled and scared.
He watched his legs, and before his eyes, his skin began to remold.  Flesh jumped up from the gap between his legs, and then solidified, bringing them together completely.  Jasar cried out and pulled harder, trying once again to split them back up.  But the transformation continued regardless, slowly forming new skin to fill the gap.  Even his bones changed, and started to feel softer, less solid, until his legs barely felt like legs at all anymore.  When Jasar kicked upward, both his “legs” moved together in one motion.
At least his feet were still together—wait.  The gap was filling there too, and even stranger, his feet were moving /sideways/.  It wasn’t painful—but it was quite the bizarre thing to watch.  Jasar was transfixed.
Then, there was a blinding flash of light.  Jasar gasped and turned away, covering his eyes.  When he turned back, he saw that his “legs” . . . well, they were nothing resembling legs anymore.
In fact, what he was staring at was the enormous tail of a blue marlin—and it was attached to him!  He had become a merman, then and there, and if he could stand, he would have realized his tail made him 6 foot 5.  Jasar gasped and moved his “feet”—his tail, a strong limb with a blue stripe on the right side, flopped up and down, and the man stumbled, falling onto his side.
Despite himself, the man laughed, enraptured by this new experience.  He reached out and felt his tail, poking it in awe.  There was something very beautiful about touching this new appendage, and his pokes turned to gentle strokes along his new, fishy body.  As he felt it, he realized something: was there something on his back?
Jasar reached behind him, and discovered that yes, there indeed was!  He had been concentrating so much on the tail that he hadn’t noticed the dorsal fin growing from there—it was strong and sturdy, definitely ready for some swimming.  Looking down, he saw the fins at the end of his tail. He slowly sat on his bed, and leaned down to feel them. His fins had an odd feeling to them, but it was incredible!  It made him want to go give his new body a test drive, find an ocean and let loose down there.
Little did Jasar know he would indeed be going to the ocean.  But not in the way he would like.
Because while the potion Ces gave him was indeed full of transformation magic, it was also laced with hunting magic as well, a way for mages to track animals of their desire.
And today, that animal was Jasar.
The man’s front door was suddenly kicked open, and Ces quickly entered, followed by another man.  This man was Damin, who stood at 5 foot 8 and weighed 145 pounds, and while he wasn’t as strong as Ces, he was still a nimble, quick foe.  He closed the door, and then he and Ces advanced on Jasar.
They grabbed Jasar’s arms and threw him to the ground—the merman was still in shock at the break-in, so he wasn’t struggling or yelling yet.  But both men knew he would be soon, and so a large dark tan cloth was produced, and quickly tied around Jasar’s mouth, big enough that the triangled edge danged under his chin.  By the time the merman came to his senses to scream, the gag was tight around his lips, and prevented any coherent speech.  “Mmmm!” was all that came out of his mouth.
So if he couldn’t call for help, he would fight!  But that was not going to be so easy.  Jasar tried to struggle, but he was no match for Ces and Damin—the two men were much better trained than he was, not to mention stronger.  They flipped the merman over onto his back, and Ces pinned him down, taking the pair of metal shackles out his pocket.  Moving swiftly, Ces grabbed Jasar’s arms, and restrained them with the metal shackles, restraining the merman’s wrists behind his back.  Now he couldn’t speak, and his hands were out of the equation, too.
But the tail was not.  Jasar quickly flopped around with his new appendage, rapidly going up and down and hoping he’d hit the men with it.  Ces managed to dodge several swipes to his face, and the man frowned.  “Pin down his tail, and turn him over,” he ordered Damin, who instantly obeyed.  At once, the merman’s tail was slammed to the ground by two strong hands, and no matter how much Jasar fought to free it, Damin’s grip stayed true.  Then the man flipped over the restrained man, forcing Jasar to face himself and Ces, who smirked.  Jasar looked up at them with fight in his eyes, but Ces recognized the fear hidden there, too.  It was clear who had won this battle.
“Look at you,” Ces said, crouching down in front of Jasar.  “Not so confident now, are you?  Perhaps the luck has left you now, hasn’t it, friend.”
“Mmmm mmm mm mmm-mm mm?!” the merman tried to scream.
“Oh, I think you’re trying to ask why I’m doing this, aren’t you?  Cute.”  Ces laughed.  “I gave you that potion because I wanted to make you suffer, just like a tiny bit.  Just like how you made me suffer when /you/ won such a large lot at our dice game.”  He scowled.  “I’m sure you cheated to win all that money.  And I’m here to make you suffer for it.
“I’m sure you remember Damin, don’t you?” Ces asked, gesturing to his companion.  Jasar looked over at the other man, and at first, the face was unfamiliar to him—but then he remembered.  Damin was a spectator at the dice game!  And apparently, he was a friend of Ces, ready to help enact this revenge.
“I think that’s enough explaining,” Ces said to the merman.  “I’m afraid we will be saying goodbye to you quite soon, Jasar.”  He smiled.  “So take a good look at the world while you still can.”
At that, Jasar’s struggles resumed in earnest, as he fought to free his hands from the shackles, and his tail from Damin’s grip.  Neither released him.  As he fought, Ces took a small pouch from his pocket.
“I won this ages ago, in another dice game.”  Ces smirked.  “Now I can finally put it to good use.”
Jasar watched the man pull out some light gold dust from the bag, and before he knew what was happening, Ces blew it in his face!  The merman coughed as the dust got into his nose and eyes, trying to expel it from his system.  But apparently his efforts failed, because a few seconds later, he was starting to feel very sleepy. . .
“Sleeping dust,” Jasar heard Ces say.  “Goodbye, Jasar.”
And with that, the merman collapsed into a deep slumber.
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Once Ces was sure that Jasar was asleep, he turned to Damin.  “You can let go of his tail now—he’ll be out cold for quite a while,” Ces said.  “Help me carry him outside.”
Damin nodded, and released the merman’s appendage.  Jasar was picked by the two men, each one grabbing one end of the merman, and carried outside.  As they left, Ces made sure to close Jasar’s front door—they didn’t want anyone walking by and suspecting something suspicious, after all.
Behind Jasar’s house, they had parked a small cart, at the front of which was a ready horse.  Ces had made sure to choose a good one for the job, and it would get them far into the night.  Now they just had to load Jasar inside. . .
Making sure nobody was watching, the men lowered the bound and gagged merman into the back of the cart.  Jasar was obliviously snoozing away, and Ces smirked as he wondered what kind of dreams the merman was having.  Because he would ensure the lucky dice man would wake up in a nightmare.
After loading Jasar into the cart, Damin pulled a large blanket out of the back, and spread it out.  The two men draped it over Jasar, slowly and carefully —even though Ces knew the powder would get him fast asleep, he didn’t want to risk any chance of waking the merman up.
Soon, the merman was completely concealed in the back of the cart.  Ces smiled, and climbed onto the horse.  “Let’s go,” he said to Damin.
The other man sat in the back of the cart, and with a snap of the reigns, the two were on their way.
They traveled out of the city, far in the kingdom, until the reached their destination: a large cliff, overlooking a crashing sea.  Ces climbed off of the horse, and Damin stood up.  “Ready?” Damin asked, speaking for the first time that night.
“Of course,” Ces said.  “Help me unload him.”
Once again, they each grabbed one end of Jasar—Damin picking up the merman by the tail and Ces heaving him by the shoulders—and carefully carried him off of the cart, bringing him to the edge of the cliff.  They set him down on the sand, and Damin returned to the cart.  He reached into the back, and pulled out what Ces had been waiting for all night: a massive iron ball, 1.5 feet in diameter, with a chain and a single leg restraint attached to it.  Ces smiled with glee just looking at it—he couldn’t wait to attach Jasar to this.
Damin slowly brought the heavy ball over, one step at a time, until he finally reached Ces and Jasar.  The man dropped the iron ball on the ground, and it landed in the sand with a /whump!/  “I’m going to chain him,” Ces said happily, picking up the leg restraint.  Damin nodded, and stepped back.  This was Ces’s moment.
The man reached over and lifted the merman’s tail from the ground, then strapped the chain around Jasar.  It feet perfectly, connecting tightly around the tail, just before the fins.  This was going to be perfect.
“Double check the restraints,” Ces ordered.  “We don’t want him slipping out and escaping.”  Damin nodded, and walked up to Jasar.  He checked the merman’s wrists, while Ces checked the iron ball’s shackle.  Both were revealed to be very secure, and the men met each other’s eyes.  “We’re ready,” Ces said, smiling.  “Pick him up.”
The two men picked up Jasar, from the side this time, and brought him to the edge of the cliff.  “Heave!” Ces shouted, bringing his arms back.  Damin did the same.  “Ho!”  They both threw the merman over the edge.  The iron ball lurched forward, fell victim to gravity, and fell off the cliff with Jasar.
Ces smiled and started going back to the cart after Jasar went over the cliff edge, not wanting to watch him fall. “Where’s your luck now?” he smirked.  “Nowhere to be found, I’m sure.”
Then he and Damin got into the cart, and rode off.
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Jasar woke up feeling dizzy.  Something was rushing past him . . . and why did his hands feel cramped.
He opened his eyes, and realized he was falling.
“Mmmm!”  The merman tried to scream, but the gag held true, hiding his words.  That’s when he remembered—the transformation, the tail, Ces and the other man, the sleeping dust.  What had Ces done to him?!
He looked around, and saw he was falling down a cliff, and quickly going toward the ocean.  Jasar quickly tried to slow his descend, but found his hands were stuck behind him, chained by some sort of shackles.  Damn, he’d forgotten about that part.  Shit, he had to get—!
/SPLOOSH!/  With a mighty splash, the merman landed in the water, and started to sink.  He tried to swim up, but found something tugging at his new tail, sending him downward.  Jasar turned around, and found a massive iron ball chained to him, forcing him away from the surface.  Fuck, that was new.  And that was definitely not good.
Again and again he tried to swim upward, but the iron ball was having none of it.  Uncaring, it continued to sent him downward, further away from the surface, until Jasar could no longer see the top of the water.  No matter how much he struggled, he could not escape.
He descended quickly thanks to the heavy weight, and soon he reached the bottom of the ocean.  The iron ball landed with a loud /thunk!/ on the sea’s sandy floor, solidifying itself on the top of a hill.
Jasar was starting to gain his composure, if only slightly, and he took a deep breathe through his nose.  At least he could breathe down here, thanks to his transformation.  The merman floated up by the length of the chain, and looked around frantically, trying to find a solution.  The only things he found were schools of fish floating by, and sea anemones wiggling at his fins.  The water above was dark and murky, and his distance from the surface was a complete mystery.  Was he truly trapped?
Jasar heard a noise above, and looked up.  Though he didn’t find the source of the sound, he did remember his turban, and remembered feeling it on his head when he was falling.  That, the merman realized, meant the lamp was still in there—and so was the genie, Bakhta!  He could summon her to help him out of this mess!  Lord knows he’d helped her plenty of times.  Quickly, Jasar looked around, trying to find the lamp.
He spotted it quickly—it and his turban had landed thirty feet away from him!  He had to get to it!  The merman struggled to move the iron ball yet again, swimming rapidly toward the lamp and hoping he was pulling the chain.  It was hard to swim with bound arms and tail, but still he pushed, hoping for a miracle.
And he got one.  Since the ball had landed on top of a hill, gravity took over thanks to his pulls, and the ball rolled downward, sending Jasar forward and causing him to fall.
He was starting to feel woozy, but the merman pushed forward.  Ignoring his body, he swam again and again, fighting to get the lamp.  But after some time, fatigue and the shock of the situation took over, and Jasar passed out.
His body and tail landed softly on the sand, and now the merman was asleep.  As he slept.  A water current came by, and made the lamp and turban tumble.  They passed by Jasar’s dorsal fin, which softly rubbed the lamp.
That was all it took.
Sparkles and smoke shot out the lamp, making a small current and causing Jasar’s body to shift and float horizontally in the water.  A white smoky tail let the lamp, and at the end of it was Bakhta, yawning.  She stood at 5 foot 11, weighing in at 290 pounds, and had a beautifully chubby stomach and large breasts.  In her hair was a brass tiara-like band with a ruby jewel, and a yellow feather behind the jewel holder.  She wore a large gold silk bra, shining brass wrist cuffs, and a maroon sash cloth belt.
“Really?  Waking me up now?” Bakhta, muttered, rubbing her eyes.  “Of all the times—oh my!”
She saw the situation, and her eyes widened!  Jasar was a merman now!  More importantly, he was bound and asleep.  This was bad, quite bad indeed.
But perhaps for her, she could make it into a good thing.
An evil idea entered Bakhta’s mind.  She had always wanted to have fun with Jasar, and now was her moment.
“Do you want to be wished out of this?” she asked loudly, knowing he couldn’t answer.  Silence.  Grinning, Bakhta used her genie magic, and woke the man up.
Immediately Jasar saw Bakhta—yes, she was here!  Quickly he tried to wish himself free, but all that came out was, “Mmmm mm hrrmm mmm!”
“Look, I know this is urgent and all,” she said, smiling, “but you owe me for some fun.  So why don’t we use this opportunity?”
With her magic, she whisked her bra away, leaving her breasts floating free in the water.  Then Bakhta used her tail to flip upside down, and float horizontally underneath Jasar.
It didn’t take her log to find his sheath: it was a slit in the blue marlin tail, just begging for some attention.  She reached out with her right hand, and slowly teased the area around Jasar’s hiding penis.  “Come on,” she soothed the merman.  “I’m going to give you a good time.  It’ll be alright.”
Pleasure filled Jasar’s face at the touch, and a muffled sigh managed to leave the gag.  Soon enough, his hard cock slit out of the sheath, making Bakhta smile.  “Good boy,” she said.  She reached out with her right hand and stroked it, gently at first, but then with more force.  Jasar got more and more aroused with each touch, leaning into her hand, waiting for more.  Until, suddenly, the genie stopped.  The merman looked down in confused disappointment, and Bakhta laughed.  “Don’t worry,” she said to him.  “I got something better in store for you, cutie~.”
Still floating upside down, the genie began to suck the man’s dick.  She started by wrapping her lips around the tip of his cock, licking it gently.  That alone made Jasar moan, so she was definitely on the right track.  Bakhta smirked.  This was going to be good.
She slowly made her way up his penis, licking and sucking as she went.  Jasar’s cries and whimpers fully revealed his pleasure, and the genie was all to happy to hear it.  His penis was naturally fluid thanks to the water around them, so Bakhta had a smooth and pleasurable time traveling up the merman’s penis.  She had been waiting for this for a very long time, and gave everything she had toward giving Jasar maximum pleasure.
The orgasm, naturally, was quite muffled.  The merman cried out underneath the gag, and suddenly cum was filling Bakhta’s mouth.  Overjoyed, she tasted Jasar’s semen for the first time, and found it to be very pleasurable on her tongue.  But she had work to do.  The genie quickly swallowed it, and went back to blowing the merman.
His noises became her world as she pleasured him, running her tongue up and down the length of his penis, sucking with her lips and mouth.  Jasar was in pure bliss—he hadn’t expected Bakhta to continue blowing him after he came, and she gave a fucking good blowjob.
The next orgasm was louder, rougher.  Jasar squirmed in his bonds as he released, filling Bakhta’s mouth with semen once again.  She welcomed the satisfying taste, and swallowed down his cum with a smirk.  Looking into his eyes, she could see he was done now—both blowjobs had worn the poor man out.  So the genie slowly let the penis out of her mouth, giving Jasar a smile and one last lick as she did so.  By the time she was done, a good fifteen minutes had passed.
Bakhta went back to her lamp, and snapped her fingers.  Her magic instantly removed the binds from the equation, and suddenly Jasar was free!  Another finger snapped, and he and Bakhta, along with her lamp and turban, were transported back to his house.
The genie snapped her fingers one last time, and Jasar’s blue marlin tail was instantly transformed.  His pants and legs returned immediately, and the man let out a sigh of relief upon seeing them.  “Thank you, Bakhta,” he said, turning to her.  “You saved me.”
“Of course I did,” she said confidently, still topless.  “You’re welcome.”
He kicked off his sandals and lay down in his bed.  “Would you like to sleep with me for the night?” Jasar asked.
“Yes, thank you,” the genie replied with a smile.  She floated into the bed, lying down to Jasar’s left.  Bakhta hugged her naked breasts into his left side, and soon enough, the genie was fast asleep.
Jasar smiled.  Despite all the chaos and terrible things, he was quite satisfied with what this turned out to be.  He reached for his turban and the lamp, and placed them on the ground next to his sandal.  Then he lay down next to Bakhta, feeling happy.  Soon, he too was fast asleep.