Chapter 1

Becca had always loved the beach. She had wonderful memories of coming to the shore with her family and friends every summer. After high school, she saved up her money and enrolled at a university a few hours from her parents' house in a seaside town. She lived in a tiny, spare one-bedroom apartment, but it was so close to her beloved sun and sand that she didn't mind.

Becca awoke one summer morning. It had been an exhausting first year of school, classes were tough, but she relaxed by going swimming as often as she could.

This morning was a hot one. The sun was barely up and it was already boiling. Becca kicked off her soaked sheets and lay there, sticky with sweat. Her un-airconditioned apartment felt like an oven. She checked her phone. It was Sunday, her day off. According to the weather report, it was 87 degrees and climbing.

"Definitely a good day for a swim," Becca said to herself.

She headed to the bathroom to clean up and take a quick shower. She looked at herself in the mirror and ran a hand through her wavy dark hair. She pulled her shirt off over her head and stared at her little boobies. They were pale and plump with wide brown areolas and fat nipples. Her high school boyfriend had called them "suckable".

Becca jumped in the shower and turned on the faucet. Her puffy nipples crinkled from the cool water. She soaped up her generous, round ass, rubbing the sponge in circles over her soft skin. She dipped the sponge between her cheeks, gently rubbing it up and down her crack.

I love having my own apartment, Becca thought. I can take a shower as long as I want and nobody will yell at me! She ran a hand down her curving belly, running her fingers through the stubble above her brown pussy lips.

When I get back, I'm going to take off my clothes and walk around nude, Becca thought, Just because I can!

Becca rinsed off, put on her favorite bikini (a stripey, green number that made her cleavage look amazing), grabbed a towel and a bag and headed for the water.

Two blocks from Becca's house was a small lagoon. It was connected to the ocean by a little inlet on the far end, and surrounded by a ring of trees. It was always less crowded than the beach, and the warm, shallow water was the perfect place for a dip.

Becca made the ten minute walk. It was still early and almost no one was out. A few of the shops were just opening up. She walked past the coffee shop where she worked and waved to Johnny, the assistant manager. Johnny was six or seven years older than her, tan and handsome. Occasionally, alone in her small apartment, she imagined his strong aquiline nose and big hands as she diddled her young overheated pussy.

By the time Becca arrived at the lagoon, she was already sweating again.

"God, it's hot!" she sighed, wiping her brow with her towel. She set her bag down on the rocky beach. There was no one else around.

Becca spread out her towel, kicked off her shoes and waded in. She sighed happily as the cool, clear water enveloped her. She dug her toes into the soft sand at the bottom. She waded out to the middle, where the water came up to her neck. She laid back and floated on the surface of the water, gazing dreamily at the line of trees and the blue ocean beyond.

Becca had been swimming for about 25 minutes when she felt a twinge in her bladder.

"Damn," she said to herself. "I forgot to pee before I left the house!" She leaned forward and put her feet on the bottom of the lagoon.

"Okay, I can hold it," she thought. She twirled in slow circles for a bit, but the pressure on her bladder only increased. She clenched her thighs together and thrust her hand into the water, pressing it to her crotch.

"Shit!" Becca said softly. The nearest bathroom was at the coffee shop or the convenience store next door. The thought of mincing into the shop in front of Johnny, legs crossed like a little girl, made her burn with embarrassment.

She looked around. The shore was still empty; it was early enough that no one else had come for a swim.

I'll just pee in the water, she thought. It's perfectly natural. Fishes do it.

Becca spread her legs. Her face flushed with embarrassment at the thought of peeing in a public place. She bore down with her vaginal muscles. At first, nothing happened, then she felt a squirt of warm pee trickle through her bikini bottoms. She shivered with pleasure and relief.

"Mmm, that feels so much better," Becca moaned. She relaxed and more pee came out. She felt a warm cloud spreading around her legs, gradually drifting and mingling with the water of the lagoon.

The last squirts of pee drifted away from her. She heard faraway voices of people shouting on the beach. She did a slow turn and scanned the line of trees, hoping that no one could tell she'd just pissed her bikini bottoms in the little lagoon.

I might as well head home, Becca thought. She started to walk towards the shore, when something brushed her leg.

Becca shrieked and looked into the water. She couldn't see anything. She waited a minute, then continued wading in. She reached the shore and hauled herself out of the water. As she did, she felt an unfamiliar heavy weight on her butt and ran her hand across her bottom.

Something wet and smooth went was clinging to her bikini bottoms! As she slapped it with her hand, she saw a small, dark shape go flying. It landed with a thud in a pile of sand and lay squirming.

"Oh my god!" Becca cried in surprise. "It's alive!"

She bent down and examined the small form. It looked like a small, dark, hairless chipmunk with two big, soft eyes, pointy little ears, and a bulbous snout. It was lying on its back, kicking its tiny flipper legs desperately as it tried to roll over.

The tiny creatured started to mewl like a sad kitten. Becca leaned down and pushed it over with her finger.

"You poor little thing!" she cried. "I'm so sorry! You just scared me!"

The litle animal shook the sand off its fur and turned around in a slow circle. Its plaintive mewling turned to happy little chirps.

"You're cute," Becca said. She stroked the little animal with one finger and it purred. She held out her hand and it waddled onto her palm. It barely weighed anything, it was so small. Becca stroked it softly until she heard voices coming up the path.

"Come on," she said. She dropped the little animal into her beach bag. It nestled up in her wet towel. Becca hoisted the bag over her shoulder and walked home.

The apartment was still stifling hot. When Becca got home, she closed all the shades, took off her bikini, and hung it over the shower rail to dry.

She walked naked back to her bedroom and lifted the little animal out of her bag. She put it on the bed and inspected it.

"What are you?" she asked the tiny animal. It chirped happily at her and curled up in a little ball on the bed. Before long it was snoring softly.

Becca tried for hours to identify the creature, but Google was no help. It seemed she had discovered something completely new.

"I don't know how to keep you, or what to feed you?" she said to the tiny thing. She found a shoebox and filled it with a bit of beach sand, a bowl of water, and some old washcloths. The little animal jumped excitedly into the water, swam around for a few minutes, and then laid down in the fabric. It fluffed the cloths with its stumpy little legs and formed a little nest.

"Aww, you're so damn cute," Becca cooed. "You're like a tiny kitten." She stroked its soft back. "My little sea kitten..."

As afternoon turned to evening, the creature began to cry softly.

"What's wrong?" Becca asked, stroking its smooth little back. "Are you hungry?"

Becca ransacked her fridge for to find something to feed her new pet. She tried small pieces of fish, lettuce, carrots, and sugar, but the little animal wasn't interested.

Eventually, exhausted and discouraged, Becca laid back on the bed, legs apart and her arms wide. It was still 90 degrees in her apartment. She felt beads of sweat forming on her skin. She closed her eyes and soon was asleep.

Between Becca's legs, the little creature in the shoebox began plotting its escape. It stood on the bowl of water and leapt over the edge, landing on the bed with a soft "plop". Its trumpet-shaped snout twitched as it sniffed the air. It proceeded up the bedspread and between Becca's pale, spread thighs.

Becca hovered on the edge of a very good dream. She was on the back table at the coffee shop, Johnny was between her legs. His big nose tickled her clit as he nibbled her pussy. His movements were slow, tiny, teasing.

"Johnny, don't tease me like that!" she mumbled. "It makes me feel like I need to pee!"

Becca's eyes sprang open. She was back in her bedroom. She glanced down at the empty shoebox, and then sat up. The little black animal was between her thighs. It had its head in her crotch, its front legs spreading her outer folds. Its snout was buried between her lips. She could feel its tiny mouth bumping against her clit as it suckled her pink inner walls.

"Oh my god!" she shouted. She reached her finger down and pushed it away from her. The creature fell over and immediately began to mewl pitifully.

"No!" Becca shouted. "That's so naughty!"

As soon as she moved her hand, the little thing lunged for her pussy again. She reached out a hand to stop it, but it wriggled around and stuck its snout into her again.

"Oh god!" Becca moaned. She wanted to pick the creature up and put it back in its box, but she felt sorry for it. It seemed hungry and utterly desperate. For the first time, Becca realized how wet she was. Honey was oozing from her vagina, making the creature's body slick. There was a sizeable wet spot on the sheets.

The creature spread her with its front legs again and stuck its nose into her smooth wet flower. It rooted around and began to suckle a raised nub just under her clit.

Becca jumped as her bladder convulsed. The little creature was sucking her peehole, and she had a sudden, overwhelming urge to urinate.

"Don't do that, kitten!" she shouted. "You're going to make me pee!"

Sensing her spasming bladder, the creature only sucked harder. It squeezed its head deeper into Becca until her outer lips closed around its head. It licked and tickled while Becca bucked her hips and clenched her thighs, but it was too late. Her bladder twinged and she felt urine spurting from her tight hole.

"Oh nooooo, I'm peeing!" she cried. Her bladder let loose a jet of urine that lasted several seconds. She looked down between her thighs. The wet spot was no larger than it had been. The little creature's head detached from her peehole and slid from her drenched lips. The urge returned, stronger now, and she hurried to the bathroom.