Moana had been standing at the edge of the water 'long as she could remember, never really knowing why.
On the island of Motunui, voyaging had been prohibited as a means to keep the people of the island safe, making them isolated and unaware of the rest of Disneyland. Even so, Moana's spirited and tenacious attitude kept her dreams of experiencing life beyond her island alive.
The young Moana surely stood out from the crowd. Not just because of her raving beauty, but also because of her adventurous, headstrong, strong-willed, practically fearless spirit and personality, plus her physical capability. Although she cared a great deal for her people and the village in which she was born and raised, she also had a passionate love for the ocean and the idea of voyaging beyond her home island's barrier reef. However, she felt extreme guilt for being drawn to the sea. She believed that if she were to pursue the ocean, she would ultimately disappoint the people she loved. Simultaneously, she felt an obligation towards her ancestors, wanting to reinvigorate their ways of wayfinding as a means to honor them and the legacy they left for her people. These conflicted emotions were tormenting her deeply.
One day, she sat in her own thoughts by the shore. She had a slender, slightly muscular body with medium brown skin. Her brownish-pink lips, long wavy black hair, thick eyebrows and brown eyes made her very easy on the eyes. Her nice curves, big breasts and firm ass were captivating to anyone.
She looked at the line where the sky met the sea. It called her. It weirdly turned her on a little. She knew no one would come and see her this far down the shoreline. She might as well use the opportunity to spoil herself. She removed her top very slowly, tracing her fingers along her collar bone as she slid it off her shoulders. Her nice breasts and erect nipples were revealed from beneath her salmon-orange top. All she wanted to do was massage her rock-hard nipples and pinch them, but she had to delay the pleasure. It's the teasing that makes it good, she thought. She dropped her woven skirt. Her hand started to massage her head, taking in large handfuls of hair and scratching hard upon her scalp. Moving the hand in her hair, she brought it to her breast and began rubbing and massaging it. She scraped her nails around her areola and then pinched down hard on the nipple. She felt her stomach writhe with the touch.
All of a sudden, the ocean's water particles formed into a tentacle-like appendage that rose from the surface right in front of her.
"What's happening?" she asked, but there was no response, certainly not from the water.
The stream of water got closer to her. Moana was sure she was hallucinating. The ocean seemed to be alive.
The water-appendage touched the top of her chest, like it was showering her. The water was cold against her naked body and gave her goosebumps, but she didn't move away. It felt kind of nice so she decided to run with it. The streams of water circled around her boobs, and she relished the feeling. There really was nothing to compare it to. Nothing else feels this way, she thought.
Slowly tracing across her flat stomach, the edge of the water reached her sensitive areas. She let out an audible moan as it moved so slowly to its target. The water-tentacle streamed an incredible amount of jets on her already wet pussy.
"Mmm," she hummed.
The world stood still while she focused on this feeling. Her flower was in such a need for this "shower". As she moved the head around, random streams came in contact with her clit and made her jump a little bit. Her free hand grabbed a fist full of sand hard as she threw her head back in another loud echoing moan. A crab hid in the sand in surprise from her outbursts of pleasure.
"Oooh, it feels so good. Fuck me. Oh, fuck me good. More. Give me more," she whimpered.
Moana didn't know how or why the water was acting this way, but in this moment, she didn't really care. She just loved the fabulous pulsing feels as it caressed the folds of her vagina. Her moans filled the air as the thick stream of water and bubbles assaulted her pussy.
"So good. So very good. Fuck me good. That's it. Mmmm, yes. Fill me up."
Her fingers got that tingling feeling as her climax greedily stole every ounce of blood from the rest of her body. Every last bit of energy she contained was making a rush for her pussy.
"Holy shit! Fuck!" she moaned.
She couldn't even move away from the jet. It continued to pound her clit relentlessly as her muscles tightened for the pending explosion. All at once, she felt like her insides were going to literally explode. Writhing and twisting, she had a hard time trying to keep her eyes open. Wave after wave. Concussions of heat, energy, and pure ecstasy flew from her as she had the best orgasm she had ever experienced.
The water-tentacle withdrew from her abdomen as aftershocks hit her again and again, slowly getting less intense. She had to remember to breathe.
She looked at the weird appendage which was now peeking over the ocean water.
"What are you?" Moana asked.
It seemed preposterous, but she actually felt like she could see some kind of facial expression on the water. It seemed like it was figuring out a way to tell her something.
In a matter of seconds, a large jet of water burst out from the surface and grabbed Moana's naked body and pulled her down into the water while she screamed. It dragged her through the water amazingly fast, like she was riding a powerful sea current. Her mouth filled with water as her screams turned to bubbles. The fish, sea turtles and sting rays watched her almost fly past them in a tight lock. Finally, she could see something very bright approaching in the distance. It almost looked like an underwater city surrounding some kind of palace. But the creatures swimming around it weren't just fish. Some of them looked like humans, but still not quite, because they were missing legs; instead they had what looked like fishtails. That's when Moana realized: they were mermaids.
She was brought into the palace, and the stream of water placed her in a large dining room. She then realized that the water wasn't filling her lungs, but instead she was breathing normally.
"I assume you must be really scared by now," a deep voice was heard from behind her. She quickly turned around and looked at an old, large merman with bushy light gray eyebrows and long white hair. "I'm King Triton, the ruler of Atlantica."
He had a thick white beard and mustache and a widow's peak hairline. He was well muscled and wore gold gauntlets with several studs on them on each wrist. He was very intimidating, especially because he carried a golden three-pronged weapon with powerful magical abilities: the legendary trident.
Moana plucked up her courage and stood up. Her chest rose and fell with her breathing.
"I am Moana of Motunui," she said in a stern and strong voice.
"Oh, I know who you are," King Triton said. He had kind of a nice-grandpa -vibe. "You are my friend."
Moana's curious heart was overflowing. "I don't understand," she just said.
King Triton peacefully floated around the big underwater dining room with his trident in his hand. "As the ruler of Atlantica, I'm essentially the ruler of the ocean. I control the water with my trident so really I am the water in a way. You have been attracted to me ever since you were a little girl, Moana."
"So when that water-tentacle was fucking me before…?" Moana said, putting the pieces together.
"That was me," Triton said resolute. "I'm sorry, you've grown into such a beautiful woman, Moana. I couldn't help myself." He looked at Moana's hot naked body, sparkling in the clear water. "But that's not why you're here."
It was a tat creepy that Moana had been fucked by an old merman without knowing it, but it was so amazing she was almost a little disappointed that there wasn't more like it to come.
"Why am I here then?" she asked with her hands on her hips.
"I've chosen you to do something. A dangerous task. You see, my daughter Ariel is in great danger. Her baby-sitter Sebastian has told me that she made a deal with the sea-witch Ursula to get legs and go to the human world because of some crush of hers."
"How's that a problem? She shouldn't be constrained to a life that she doesn't want, should she?" Moana said while she tried to stay on the ground and not float away.
"I would agree with you, I really would. The thing is, my brother Hades has some kind of vendetta against me for some reason, and there is a prophesy that specifically says, that Ariel is the only thing that can stop him from ruling all. There's no doubt that, now that's she's above water and vulnerable, he will try to kill her. He has already abducted my wife Amphitrite. I have to stay in the water, but I need a human to protect my baby girl. I choose you, Moana."
Moana was tongue-tied. She was familiar with who Hades was so she knew which kind of danger she would put herself in. She wasn't sure that she was capable of such a thing.
"I know it's a lot to ask," Triton interrupted her stream of thought. "You must consider that this is not just a favor for me. If Hades overthrows Olympus, the world might not be the same and everyone that you love or care about could be send down to his underworld."
He made a good case, Moana had to admit. She would sail for an adventure, which she always wanted, and simultaneously saving and serving her people. There really was nothing holding her back from taking on this mission.
"But how would I be able to fight off a legit god? I'm just me," she said.
"I will loan you this." Triton held forward his giant trident. "You will have the power of the ocean to use against him."
Moana's arm was trembling as she reached out for the big weapon. The moment her fingers touched the golden staff, she felt all of the power flowing through her body. She was now the sea. She took a minute to just process the whole thing.
"So do you accept?" Triton said hopeful. It was evident that his daughter's safety was all he cared about in the world. So much that he would just give away the thing that made him what he was. Moana promised to herself, she would not let him down.
"Yes," she said and straightened her back.
Triton was almost tearing up. "That's fantastic. I will take you to the surface where there will be a boat, and from there the ocean will guide you. She is in a kingdom called Agrabah. I can't thank you enough," Triton exclaimed.
"What can I say except "you're welcome"?"