Swan Girls - Surfing Bird (Patreon)

Surfing Bird

Down in the crushing depths of the Pacific Ocean, Coral performed a few figure eights just for fun before slowly drifting back toward the surface. She didn’t even kick her considerably lengthy legs, instead electing to just use her powers of flight to soar like a missile toward her intended target. Except she was far more powerful than a missile; more accurate, totally indestructible, and far better looking too.

The water grew more transparent as she approached a more human habitable sea level, not that her glowing eyes had any trouble seeing through it. The temperature warmed too as the sun's rays did its work bringing life and heat to the dense waters.

Coral overdid it a little bit, poking more than just her head above the water. Her slim shoulders rose above, then her breasts, and then the rest of her lower body until she was standing on the choppy waves above. Thankfully, she had to be miles and miles away from shore. Not that she had any trouble seeing all of the minute details along the beach where she’d originally departed. But thankfully, no one over there could see her performing her little religious feat.

Really getting into the mood, Coral “walked” on top of the water, skipping like a little child and synchronizing her up and down movements to the crest and fall of the ocean’s waves. Her body maneuvered gracefully atop the sparkling blue ocean. It really looked as if she were standing on solid ground as she bobbed to the fluid motions below her dainty feet! It reminded her of surfing.

...Surfing! Maybe Alysha was teaching right now. Coral could always confront Paris later. No reason to ruin her good mood when she was so fucking powerful and awesome!

A light glow of her necklace and quick zoom of her eyes, and there she was. Alysha, sitting at her little covered booth, offering impromptu lessons to any passers by.

Coral giggled and tilted forward at a 45 degree angle, her toes skimming the surface of the water as she propelled herself forward as if wearing a jetpack. When she grew bored of that, she tilted forward still until she was parallel with the earth in a more natural flying pose, if there were such a thing. Leaving one toned arm extended in the water, her rapid flight and sexy limb created their own violent waves to crash out in the middle of nowhere. They would dissipate in power by the time they’d reach shore.

The sound of rushing water and its salty spray soothed Coral as she closed her eyes and luxuriated in the feeling of her ultimate power. Her blonde hair whipped behind her as she imagined fucking whatever-his-name was back in that little clothing store. Except instead, this time, it would be over the ocean’s surface. He would be so helpless in her midair embrace, begging her to stop, as she ripped pleasure from his merely human body despite his protests. Eventually, he wouldn’t be able to help but be totally enamored with her. And she’d be coming too, just from squeezing her nipples and feeling his nice, hard rod quaking and spasming inside of her impossibly tight, vaginal embrace.

Hell, why not take more people? She was strong enough for that. A whole harem of lovers in midair, all supported by her arms and legs! And maybe a cushion of her breath too...

Caught in her reverie, Coral’s super senses didn’t allow her to pick up a totally still, silent jet boat stranded at sea. The fantasizing blonde smashed into it head first—thankfully not traveling fast enough to completely carve through it. Instead, her pretty head made a huge dent on the bow of the ship. It didn’t hurt at all... in fact, if not for the loud metallic clang, she probably wouldn’t have even realized she’d just deformed an expensive marvel of engineering!

The boat was spinning out of control. Coral reached out with her pinky finger and was about to let it impact when she remembered at the last moment that she would need to be gentle. With her superspeed, she let the tip of the boat graze her finger, and she flew in a circle along with it, applying the gentlest pressure with her smallest digit to help halt its velocity without further damaging it. Soon enough, the boat stopped spinning.

How on earth had this gotten out here? Coral looked around, half expecting to find a corpse. The thought of it made her gag... some waterlogged carcass floating along the ocean’s surface. Or maybe it had been washed to shore already. It was a far cry from her hour long adventure underwater while lamenting about her troubles to a whale. Mercifully, a halfhearted survey revealed no dead body.

Not knowing what to do, Coral dove underneath the vehicle and placed her back flush against the bottom of the aquatic joyride with its garish orange trim. Then, the odd pair sped along, propelled by Coral’s superhuman propulsion, zooming toward the shore.

Five minutes later, she’d traversed all the way back to a disconnected strip of beach far away from the main strip of Cruiser Cliffs. She stepped out of the water and dried herself instantly with a rapid spin, then wondered what to do with the ship. It would be no good to leave it on the shore; it would just get swept around by the waves before being smashed into pieces by the rocky, jagged outcropping that naturally carved out this abandoned, unreachable beach.

Guess I better beach it, Coral shrugged.

Getting back underneath it, she placed both her arms underneath it and floated out of the water. The heavy machine groaned as she bore all of its weight on her outstretched palms. Coral giggled at her absolute power—she barely felt the weight of the thing at all! It wasn’t even heavy enough to affect her “water walking” feat!

With a gentle push of her upturned palms, Coral exerted a tiny amount of pressure from her fingers which pointed at the stern of the boat.

Her control was immaculate. The boat began to tip forward despite the incredibly difficult leverage that her feat had to overcome. The sun-bleached deck began to tilt forward.

Coral walked her palms along the bottom, catching the vertical boat in a single palm as it turned perpendicular to the earth. She was standing on soft, wet sand now. If not for her flying abilities, she surely would have been pushed underneath.

Placing her free hand on her hip, she pumped the boat up and down with her slender left arm, confirming that it was indeed weightless. The boat creaked as it succumbed to her power, rising and falling smoothly.

And as amazing as she knew she was, Coral was... bored. “Standing” there on an otherwise unreachable shore where riptides would suck swimmers into the rocks, powerlifting what must have been thousands of pounds with a single feminine arm, she confirmed for the millionth time that she was, in fact, a fucking goddess.

No, bored wasn’t the right word. This was still fucking awesome and she wouldn’t have it any other way. But the mystery was still gnawing inside of her, and no amount of unaided underwater spelunking or boat rescue was going to change that. This wasn’t something she could overcome with brute force.

Coral sighed and bent at the waist as she placed the front tip of the boat into the sand. A little shove, and the thing began to tilt parallel to the earth once more. Right before it could crash down and probably do some sort of structural damage, Coral disappeared from the standing position at the bow and reappeared at the stern. With a single outstretched leg, she delicately caught the fragile machinery with the bridge of her right foot, then set it down slowly.

The beach patrol or coast guard or whatever could come pick it up when the tides calmed down.

Satisfied with her second good deed for the day (fucking the boy’s brains out, she considered her first), Coral climbed up the jagged rocky cliffs with some easy leaping. She tap danced over each rock, landing on it with one leg and pushing off like some sort of superhuman parkour performance. Soon, she was back on paved road, albeit fairly far out of the way.

Two minutes and a gust of wind later, she gave an idle Alysha a tap on the shoulder. When her brunette friend turned her head, Coral vanished and reappeared at her front.

“Boo!” Coral giggled.

“Oh my god!” Alysha gasped. Her paper coffee cup flew into the air.

“Gotcha!” Coral’s hand whipped out thanks to her superhuman reflexes. She grabbed both the airborne cup and Alysha’s hand and returned the javaccino to Alysha’s grip.

“Wh-whoa... Coral!? What are you doing here?” Alysha’s heart thumped rapidly, still high on adrenaline from Coral’s little prank.

“I thought you said we could get a coffee together!” Coral looked at the full cup in Alysha’s trembling hand. “You went and got one without me?”

“I didn’t mean... immediately! I thought, if I was lucky, I’d hear from you in a few days. Or that you’d answer my call.”

“Hello, this is Coral,” the blonde mimed a phone and smirked at Alysha. “Why yes, I’d love to meet you! How about right now?”

Alysha smiled at Coral’s lame little joke.

“So how much coffee do you drink a day?” Coral asked.

“Three or four.”

Coral inhaled deeply, tasting the dark, roasty aromas with her enhanced senses. “Smells good.”

“You’re weird, you know that?” Alysha said.

“Bad weird?”

“Hokey weird. I’m willing to see how this plays out,” Alysha exuded confidence, but Coral could hear the girl’s heart beating rapidly. She was cool as a cucumber on the outside though! “Hey, what do you do anyway?”

“Me? I’m starting college soon,” Coral stated. She didn’t want to tell her new friend what an financial empire she was born into.

“Oh really? So you’re barely legal? No wonder you looked like you were having an ice cream shake at the bar! I’m surprised they even let a baby like you in!”

“Is that... okay?”

“Yeah, for sure. I like ‘em young.”

An awkward pause.

“Oh god, I don’t know why I said that! Stupid joke, sorry. I promise I’m not a creep,” Alysha nervously apologized with her hands up and palms out.

“You’re weird,” Coral sniggered.

“Bad weird?” Alysha took the cue.

“Yeah. Super bad.”

The two girls smiled and found themselves at a break in the conversation. The sound of the quiet surf was the only thing that accompanied their awkward pause.

“Hey look, so about me. I’m 22, a college dropout, and I’m doing a few odd jobs to get by as I, y’know, discover myself. You still interested?”

“Interested in a surf lesson, that’s for sure. Are you busy right now?” Coral looked at her tarp-covered booth. A scuffed, weather-worn white sign with the prices of lessons and rentals leaned against the booth.

“Oh thank god! Yes, let’s do this!”

“Business slow? I can pay,” Coral offered.

“No, it’s on me. This is something I can afford,” Alysha gave a grievous chuckle. “I was thankful that I didn’t have to try and make chitchat the hottest girl I’ve ever seen anymore.”

“Maybe we can...” Coral was about to be suggestive, but she suddenly found herself nervous around this more mature girl. She wasn’t rich, she didn’t have a degree, and yet she had cut herself loose into the world like a wild animal and just lived in a moment. So unlike Coral. And so unlike her little quickie in that consignment store.

“Yeah?” Alysha asked.

“Umm... so what do I need to surf?” Coral blushed and immediately changed the subject.

“Board. Wetsuit. Paddle. Come on, we offer all of it for rent. Like I said, it’s on me. Self run business.”

“That’s fuckin’ cool,” Coral looked around the dingy hut. Surfboards racked up against a wall, paddles, ropes and leads, wetsuits along another. She really was impressed.

“Yeah. It’d be cooler if I got more business, but you know. Gig here, gig there. Here, you look like a small,” Alysha grabbed a wetsuit and tossed it Coral’s way. “Don’t worry, it’ll stretch to accommodate your... y’know.”

“Mind if I just wear my bikini?” Coral asked. “I don’t wanna change.”

“It gets cold out there. It’s for safety too.”

“I’ll be safe, promise. I’m a good swimmer. Best you’ll ever meet,” Coral sniggered as she thought of her deep sea underwater adventure. “Maybe a beginner’s course?” Coral looked at her tanned breasts and gave them a little jiggle. She wanted every unfair advantage against this girl to make sure their lesson went well.

“Ah...,” Alysha cleared her throat. Her glance lingered, to Coral’s satisfaction. “Okay, but safety first. You have to obey everything I say out there.”

“Ooh, yes ma’am!”

“Here. You want to paddleboard or surf? Paddling’s easier.”

“Let’s surf!”

“Okay. Let me see...”

Alysha sized up Coral for the umpteenth time, for business and for pleasure. A moment later, the two girls, surfboards tucked under their arms, ran for the shore.

“Come on, follow me. Do what I do,” Alysha instructed as they waded into deeper waters. When it was up to their waists, she placed her board on the water and lay flat on it, torso first.

Coral followed suit.

The two girls pumped their arms against the waves, heading out into the waves. Coral patiently kept her strength down, making sure not to bolt right past her date with a single powerful stroke.

“Okay, you alright? You serious about being a good swimmer?” Alysha asked. “I’m not playing around here.” They were neck deep and treading water.

“Yeah, really. I’m good. Don’t worry about that,” Coral reassured her sincerely.

“Okay, for now, let’s just paddle. You see these little waves bobbing over us?”

“Yup.”

“Where it starts to crash into white, I want you to just aim your board into it and let it carry you. The board will follow the wave, and you’re gonna lie flat on it.”

“Okay.”

The task was obviously trivial for someone with Coral’s abilities, but she was more than happy to let her new fascinating friend take the lead. They floated around out there in the ocean, scanning the waves and laughing as they rode them on their boards.

“This is fun!” Coral half lied. These little bobbing motions could really compare to downing an airplane by accident, thousands of feet in the air. But she was having fun nonetheless.

“You really are a good swimmer, gurl!” Alysha commented as she watched Coral move so gracefully and easily through water. “Okay, are you ready? To really surf, you’re gonna have to pop up. That’s when you get on your board and stand up straight. You’re gonna have to get used to the balance. It’s gonna be wobbly and you’re gonna fall, but I’ll catch you and your board, k?”

“Kay.”

Coral waited for the next wave. It was larger than the little cresting ones she’d ridden earlier. As it began to form, Coral bolted forward with a quick stroke with both arms, then jumped onto her board with perfect balance.

“Oh my god!” Alysha gasped as Coral shot off like a rocket, and was suddenly riding the inside of a wave like a pro! She’d never even seen pro surfers move like that!

“Woooo!” Coral whooped, applying a bit of her flight power for effect. The starstruck look in Alysha’s eyes was turning her on! It took everything within Coral’s power not to float into the air, perform a triple backflip, and land back on her surfboard.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Alysha yelled, sputtering as she swam to her friend as the ocean water hit her mouth. “You knew how to surf this whole time?!”

“You’re just a really good teacher, I guess!” Coral laughed.

“Oh piss off! I can’t believe you punked me like that!” Alysha looked slightly upset.

“Oh uh... hey. Sorry! I swear, I haven’t really surfed before. Not much,” Coral tacked on to soften her lie.

“Uh huh.” Alysha was not consoled.

“Really. I didn’t mean to trick you. Come on,” Coral swam over and reached out to grab Alysha’s arm.

“This is the weirdest date I’ve ever been on,” Alysha admitted.

“Bad weird?”

“It’s alright. Wouldn’t turn down another,” Alysha looked up into Coral’s mesmerizing blue eyes. She was caught like a deer in headlights. “Oh em ell, your eyes are so pretty...”

Coral seized the opportunity and pulled Alysha in for a kiss. The two girls, intertwined in liplock, bobbed up and down as the cool, briney water splashed about them.

Really getting into it, Coral flicked her tongue inside Alysha’s, tasting the ocean’s flavor as she flicked and explored Alysha with her superhuman muscle. The sound of Alysha moaning and writhing encouraged Coral to wrap her legs around Alysha’s, constricting and binding the older brunette girl with her slender limbs as she tread water for both of them. Her hypersensitive nipples became engorged with supercharged blood, and her bikini cups slipped free as Coral rubbed her sensual body against Alysha’s wetsuit.

And as for Alysha, she was drowning in all of Coral. The girl was so young, so beautiful, and too good to be true. She even smelled good, her perfume somehow present and overpowering the smell of the salty air. How was this possible? And how had she not noticed it before when they were standing on shore?

Coral really got into it, rubbing and humping more fiercely as she greedily sucked on Alysha’s lips. Her hands coursed through Alysha’s sopping brown hair, clutching and squeezing as the cool water lapping at her nipples combined with her urgent grinding quickly brought Coral to the point of no return.

Coral pulled back from the kiss as she grimaced and bit her lip, processing her embarrassing, out of control orgasm at superspeed. She fought the involuntary spasm of her arching back, her limbs quaking and splaying as pleasant tingles coursed through her body and lingered over her scalp.

“Coral?” Alysha said dreamily as she watched this young beauty drift away slowly. She was far too horny from Coral’s amateurish urgency and that fragrant, cloying scent that stoked her own desires like wildfire.

“Mm, yeah...” Coral opened her half-lidded eyes to see Alysha floating there, quivering.

“That was... really... nice...” Alysha said breathlessly.

“Want to head back to shore?” Coral asked.

“Yeah. Feel a little weak... you really did a number on me. Well, greatest swimmer, you want to help me get back?” Alysha bit her lip.

“Sure thing.”

Hip to hip, Coral’s arm around Alysha’s waist and her unyielding breast pressing against Alysha’s flank, they both held their surfboards on the outsides of their bodies as Coral propelled them gently to shore. The ride was smooth and flowing as Coral’s post-coital scent continued to exude off her body powerfully, causing Alysha to writhe in delicious agony against Coral’s devilishly sexy body.

By the time they got to shore, Alysha was a total wreck.

“Okay, Alysha. Give me a call?” Coral asked her wobbly date.

“Ah, hah... yeah... I’ll definitely give you a call!”

“Alright Ali. I look forward to hearing from you!”

Alysha bit her lip, waved, and immediately went looking for privacy. Coral could hear the wet squish inside of Alysha’s bodysuit. She could use another few orgasms herself. Preferably from her new date’s touch...

Alone with her thoughts again, Coral was reminded of the mystery she had to unravel, ever since her biological mother’s gift on her nineteenth birthday.

Was this some sort of monkey’s paw!? How could such an unbelievable gift from Freya lead to this much anguish!?

But it was a small price to pay. Coral fucking loved her powers, loved her new orgasms, loved her everything. She just had to grow up and deal with this trauma like an adult. Which she was. She was nineteen and a day, dammit!

Coral sighed. Turned out that being all powerful didn’t fill the gaping void in her soul left by her mother’s disappearance. Her quickie tryst with the hapless boy and a nice, intimate rubbing with Alysha reminded her that she needed to get to the root of her troubles.

Having goofed off enough of the idle weekend day, Coral began a light, 26 mile jog back home to speak to Paris.