The humans become curious (groping)

(Author's note: There's quite a bit of fish and boat terminology. There is a link to the library where you'll find helpful diagrams. Also, leaving comments really help the creative process for writers)

Uncomfortable as you are you wriggle to try to turn onto you back. A task made difficult on many levels not only because of you're unfamiliarity with moving above water but because you are further hampered from being tangled in the net, and also because of how cramped it is on the boat.

You see that a lot of the men are looking down at you and you cringe with anxiety. It is quiet for a moment and you slowly let down your guard.

You jerk suddenly when you feel the hand holding your peduncle slide downwards. Fingers caressing you in an unpleasant manner through the net in a counter-scale direction.

You jerk your tail back and the man's hold on your peduncle tightens.

This draws the attention of the other humans who soon notice what had happened.

They begin sniggering and talking to each other. You try to understand them but can only gather that they are curious.

One of the ones sitting by your flank places his hand on your fish belly, Uncomfortably close to your cloaca which conceals your virgin pussy.

You squirm uneasily but the human doesn't seem to be interested in it. Instead sliding his hand counter scale (really, how rude) to your pelvic fin and fiddles with it curiously.

You try to bat his hand away with your pelvic fin, but it only seems to elicit sniggers from the men and they become even more curious.

They hoot and jeer quietly.

The second man sitting at your flank began to palm your sides and the one sitting at the back detaining your caudal fin had begun caressing your scales then grabs a hold of your anal fin.

You can't help but moan and squirm. The net covering your body along with your lingering physical exhaustion, not allowing you to struggle more violently.

Suddenly you feel a warm, large hand over one of your plump breasts, cupping it.

The other men on your boat still and fall quiet.

You look up and see the man's eyes lingering on you, then flickering back to the horizon as it is he who is steering the boat with the rudder.

The others all have their eyes alternatively fixed on the hand palming your breast and the man himself. Looking on with what you realise is some form of anticipation.

As your head is placed between the man's legs you get a good look of his rugged face when his eyes are drawn back down to your chest and you see him lick his lips.

The hand on your breast squeezes.

"Ah~" You let out a breathy moan.

All the men shift looking uncomfortable and strangely hungry.

The hand squeezes again but much harder this time.

"Nggg~" This time you whine in discomfort.

The fingers trail up to your hardened nipple and gives it hard pinch.

"Ah!" This time you yelp at the foreign sensation your lower back arching and your tail fin swishing, managing to plant a wet smack onto the face if the one holding your tail fin.

The men laugh and the mood relaxes incrementally. Unfortunately for you they resume petting your tail. The one steering letting go of your nipple with a final tug to focusing on steering though he reaches down for the occasional easy grope just like the two sitting at the centre thwart.

Meanwhile you can't stop yourself from squirming and moaning. You're a virgin after all and this is the first sexual contact.

The one sitting at the bow of the boat, not seeming to want to be out done, seems to shout something and then you feel a hand once more slide close to your cloaca.

You stiffen, holding your breath. This was not how you had hopped to lose your virginity. You'd wanted something romantic. Like in the stories. That was why you sought out the humans. You had even wanted to be safe about it. That's why you went to find granny-maiden.

Those ruff finger begin to caress the sensitive skin around the slit which is your cloaca and you feel something wet your cheeks.

At first you don't realise what it is but you understand when a wracking sob rips through your torso.

The hand fingering the edges if your slit stills.

For the first time in your life you cry. Tears streaming freely to join the moisture on the floor.

The men above you say a few words. sounding a lot more subdued. After that they leave you for the most part alone, and you calm down gradually feeling a torn sort of gratitude that they hadn't continued to **** you after you'd started crying.

Maybe humans weren't so bad after all?

Maybe they just didn't know your customs and didn't know what was polite. You think open-mindedly and with not just a bit of naivety.