Rena Fic Chapter 7

        Rena watched the waves lazily, luxuriating in both the heat of the day and the dexterous fingers that were currently working at her back.  Of all the benefits of having a girlfriend, having her do your sunblock was definitely the greatest, she thought contentedly as Bridgette spread the SPF 80 over her lower back.  Her pale skin usually meant that no matter how hard she tried, she would always miss a spot and get burned, so having someone so…attentive doing it was more than welcome.

        Well, there was the entire problem of actually wanting to get into the water when she was being pampered this much, she thought as Bridgette’s hands slid over her hips.  She suddenly squirmed and flailed her arms at Bridgette as she felt fingers slip beneath the fabric of her bikini bottom.  “Hey!  We’re here for swimming, not…that,” she said in as stern a voice as she could muster after wriggling away from her nemesis.

        The woman’s satisfied smirk contrasted with the seeming innocence of her voice as she said, “I have no idea what you are talking about, I was just making sure that I got everything.”

        Rena couldn’t help but smile back as Bridgette leaned in for a quick peck on the lips.  She caught the villain’s shoulder before she could pull back though, and whispered, “Try again later, when your parents aren’t around.”

She giggled as Bridgette’s face went completely red, glad that she finally had someone that –she- could make blush instead of the other way around, and dragged her girlfriend into a tight hug.  Her back stiffened as she heard the Monster Matriarch clear her throat behind them.  “Now Bridgette, as much as I hate to interrupt you two lovebirds, but I need help with the grill.”

        “Right now?  I was just about to get into the water with Rena,” Bridgette said sullenly.

        Her mother gave her a withering glare that made both of the girls cringe in fear, and Bridgette turned to Rena with an apologetic smile before standing.  She waited until the Monster Matriarch turned with a satisfied huff and wandered back towards the grill before whispering, “Sorry about that Rena, she has no idea of how to cook.  There’s a reason I’m so good at it.  Go have some fun, I’ll try to sneak away at some point.”

        Rena nodded and reluctantly raised herself from the towel.  “Your cooking is always worth the wait, we can swim together later,” she said brightly, already fantasizing about juicy hamburgers and hotdogs.

        “Flattering me now?” Bridgette said bemusedly before pinching Rena’s bottom, “Just know that once the food’s done, I’m going to hold you to your promise.”

        Rena decided that the water would be an excellent way to cool down her flaming cheeks, and finally left the shelter of the umbrella.  She hissed as the sand burned at the soles of her feet, so she put on a burst of superhuman speed and launched herself into the waves.  The sudden chill of the water drew her breath out in a gasp, and she bobbed to the surface with a joyous laugh.  A wave washed over her, cutting her laugh short and sending her into sputtering coughs, but she was in too good of a mood to let something so minor get to her.   She glanced at the shore and saw Bridgette working with her mother and father trying to get the massive grill working, Chet was playing volleyball with Sparkle, and Queen of the World seemed to be busy directing her mooks in building an enormous sand castle.

        It was wonderful to see the group relaxing and enjoying themselves for once, and she mentally patted herself on the back for coming up with the idea of a beach trip.  Content that everybody had something to do, she turned and swam further out, relishing the chance to see how much her new powers had improved her swimming ability.  She paddled around for a while, going so far as to try the breaststroke rather than her usual flailing attempt at a front crawl, before flipping onto her back and simply letting the waves carry her back towards shore while she caught her breath.  

        A dark shape suddenly shot beneath her, disturbing the water and causing her to sink.  She sputtered as she clawed to the surface and tried to keep her panic from making her lock up, looking desperately around herself for what she could only assume was a shark.  Not seeing anything, she was about to turn back towards shore when a pair of warm arms wrapped around her midsection.  “Going somewhere?” a familiar voice asked.

        The tension drained out of Rena as she leaned back into her attacker, “Very funny Cynthia, next time could you not make me think I was about to die from a shark attack?  I’m trying to relax today.”

She could hear the pout in the villain’s voice as she said, “No screaming, flailing, not even a surprised squeak?  And after all the work that I put into this new form, too.”

        Cynthia span Rena around and drifted away slightly, lifting a large fish tail out of the water.  “Whoa, you can turn into a mermaid?” Rena asked, fascinatedly running her hands along Cynthia’s scales.

        “Yes, and the tail is really sensitive, so no touching!” she said, squirming under the attention before darting away, “I decided to rewatch The Little Mermaid since it was always my favorite as a little girl, and it gave me some ideas.”

        She paused for a second before the leering smile that Rena was entirely too familiar with made its appearance.  “Speaking of The Little Mermaid, there was another form that the show inspired,” the villain purred, and the sleek lines of the fish tail dissolved into an indistinct mass that Rena couldn’t quite make out through the water.

        “So what shape is it?” Rena asked curiously, trying to make out the woman’s lower half through the murky water as Cynthia drew closer.

        The villain didn’t bother to answer and just drifted next to Rena and wrapped her in a hug again.  The redhead started as she felt something brush by her leg.  “Cynthia, stop trying to grope me and just show what you transformed into,” she said nervously.

        Cynthia responded with a wink and showed that both of her hands were clasped around Rena’s waist.  It took her a few seconds of connecting the dots before things finally clicked into place, just in time for something to wrap around her thigh.  Cynthia couldn’t mean…

        The villain laughed as she saw Rena’s eyes go wide. “Ara ara~, I think you finally figured it out!  A certain villain that goes by the name Ursula gave me some absolutely –wonderful- ideas.”

A multitude of thin coils suddenly shot from the indistinct mass beneath Cynthia and curled around Rena, some stroking her legs while others drew her closer into the embrace.  “Y-you can’t really mean that you have-,” the hero stuttered.

         A small tentacle raised itself from the water and waved at her.  “Fun, aren’t they?  Very versatile, they can do all kinds of interesting things,” Cynthia drawled.

        Rena stared in a disquieting blend of horror and fascination at the tentacle, which distracted her from the two tentacles that climbing towards her hips.  At least until they deftly undid the knot that held her bikini bottom together.   “What are you doing Cynthia, they can see us from shore!” Rena hissed, trying franticly to grab the scrap of fabric before it could drift away.

        The villain smiled as one of the tentacles shot out of the water and dragged the bikini under before Rena could get ahold of it.  “Don’t worry, we’re far enough away that it just looks like we are playing around, and they won’t hear us over the waves,” she said entirely too calmly, a bemused expression on her face.

        Rena desperately tried to come up with objections, but even trying to ignore how –nice- the damned tentacles felt as they explored her body beneath the water was an effort.  She was only snapped out of her indecision by one of Cynthia’s new appendages wandering a bit higher than the others and the villain teasingly saying, “What, no fighting?  No begging?  You are taking the fun out of this~”

        “Wait, Cynthia.  S-seriously, this is such a bad idea,” Rena said, before yelping in surprise as some of the tentacles suddenly pulled her legs open.

        “Stop?  And when you’ve got such a lewd expression on your face?  That would be a crime!” the older woman replied, seemingly overjoyed at the hero’s weak objections.

        The tentacles finally stopped stroking her thighs and began to curl around her hips, and Rena couldn’t choke back a moan as a few more of the more adventurous appendages began to drift against her sex.  She was desperately thankful that they were so far from the beach, and that everybody was so busy, because she didn’t think that she had the willpower to resist this for much longer.  Just as she was about to give in though, a brilliant plan to stop Cynthia suddenly broke through the haze of desire that was clouding her mind.  “Wait,” she gasped, “Are you doing all of this because you were jealous of Bridgette putting on my sunscreen?”

        The tentacles suddenly halted in their ministrations, and a blush raced across the villain’s face.  She opened her mouth a few times like she was going to deny it, before finally ducking her head in embarrassment.  “M-maybe…you don’t spend as much time with me as we used to since you started going out with Bridgette,” she mumbled, hiding her face with her hair.

        Rena stared in wonder as Cynthia fidgeted in front of her, completely unused to be in control for once, and even feeling a bit sorry for the woman.  She glanced back at the shore nervously, then back to the villain as she began to pull her tentacles free and drift away.  Before she could talk herself out of this horribly stupid idea, Rena grabbed Cynthia and pulled her into a hug.  “Hey, I never said to stop,” she whispered, a blush of her own beginning to spread across her cheeks.

        The older woman nodded and pulled herself upright, trying her best to regain her earlier momentum.  “Glad, um, that you see it my way, hero,” she said stiffly, though she began to warm up to the act as she once again wrapped her arms around Rena’s waist.

        The tentacles twined around Rena’s thighs again, and she soon lost herself in the hypnotic pattern that the arms traced across her body.  She twitched and shivered as a small cluster of the tentacles slipped between her legs and began to play with the delicate flesh they found there.  She was already nearing her peak when an imperious voice called out, “There you are, my arch nemesis!  Come, see the palace that my slaves have erected in my honor.  If you beg me politely I may even let you sit on the steps in front of my throne!”

        Rena went completely still as she heard splashing draw closer.  She looked desperately to Cynthia, who seemed to be –smiling- instead of panicking.  “What do we do?  Give me back my bottom, I might get it on in time,” she whispered, desperately trying to tug herself out of Cynthia’s tentacles.

        “Stay still, she won’t see a thing if we distract her by talking,” Cynthia said, her excitement from earlier back in full force.

        A few of the tentacles swished in the sand in front of her, and the dark water around them became completely hazy.  Rena glared at the older woman, sure that she was gaining some sick pleasure out of this, before trying her hardest to get her breathing and blushing under control before the Queen drew closer.  The Egyptian waded up to them with a proud smile on her face, and immediately began to list off the features of her new palace.  “Come, you’ll love it, Rena!  There is a throne room, mighty sculptures depicting my victories, and they are working on making some functioning hot tubs at the moment…”

        Rena tried to nod at the appropriate times and look interested, but she felt a few tentacles begin to crawl up her thighs at a tortuously slow pace.  It took a supreme effort for her not to widen her eyes, or throw a rock at Cynthia then and there.  “Y-yeah, that’s great Queen, I’ll visit in a little bit,” she said, trying to subtly shoo the arms away.

        The tentacles squirmed around her hands though, and were soon resuming their activities, stroking and teasing her as she tried to keep focused on the Queen as she went on about the massive columns in her sand palace.  No, Cynthia wouldn’t, she desperately thought as she felt something slip between the lips of her pussy.  She tried to turn to Cynthia and plead for mercy, but was too late as the tentacle gently slid inside her.  The feeling was completely alien, the thin arm was as cold as the water around them, and she gasped as it slowly spread her open and drove deeper.  Her face completely flushed, and she did her best to suppress a gasp, but a second tentacle joining the first ruined any attempts at subtlety.

        The Queen paused, looking at Rena’s flushed face curiously before saying haughtily, “Now this won’t do at all!  Your weak, pale skin is completely red from the sun.  Get into the shade, I can’t have my arch nemesis sunburnt and ugly, it would reflect poorly on me.”

        Finally seeing an opening to finally make the villain go away, Rena said with an almost manic cheerfulness, “Your throne room has a roof, right?  I’ll go there very soon, but you should make sure that your mooks built it right.”

        The Queen’s eyes widened in surprise, and she nodded fiercely.  “I knew I chose you for my nemesis for a reason, you are completely right!  Those idiots probably ruined it without me there to supervise.  Come by in about 15 minutes, I’ll make sure that you see the true glory of my power!”

        With that, the Egyptian stalked towards the massive complex that was growing on the beach, already muttering about new additions and features.  Rena waited until she had gone a good distance before rounding on the villain that was smirking next to her.  “Whyyyyy-,” she cried.

        “What, that wasn’t exciting?” the older woman purred as another one of her tentacles slowly wrapped around Rena’s clit.

        Rena stiffened as the arm dragged across her almost painfully sensitive skin, and a shaky moan escaped her lips as she collapsed against Cynthia.  Why the hell was she enjoying this, she thought desperately as the tentacles inside her began to shift once more, and more tentacles began to stroke all over her lower body.  The sheer nervousness from how visible she was, the bizarre but amazing feeling of Cynthia’s tentacles, and the frustration from Bridgette’s skillful hands earlier in the day soon had her approaching climax, and just as she felt her body begin to tighten around Cynthia, the villain drifted away.

        Rena blinked confusedly for a few seconds, her muddled brain churning as it tried to understand what was happening.  The tentacles slowly unraveled from her legs and hips, but it was the two inside her slipping free that finally made her realize what Cynthia was doing.  “Wait, but…,” she said dazedly.

        Cynthia tilted her head as if in confusion and said, “Didn’t you hear?  It’s lunch time.  I suppose you were too…preoccupied, but I suppose we’ll just have to put this on hold.”

        A tentacle popped out of the water, Rena’s bikini bottom wrapped firmly in its grasp, and slowly uncurled to present it to the hero.  Rena’s eyes widened, and she began to storm after the villain while shouting, “You planned on leaving me hanging all along, didn’t you?”

        “I plead the fifth~” the villain said, her elegant laugh drifting behind her as she ran for the shore with Rena in hot persuit.