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The Fish
by S. B. Douglass
1991
PART 2
I was startled awake sometime in the late afternoon, and when I opened
my eyes, I found that I was lying a few inches below the surface. For a
moment, I forgot about what had happened to me and tried to sit up in the
shallow water, and then I fell back onto my elbows. I almost passed out,
but after a few deep breaths and a bit of swearing, my eyes came into focus
and I saw that someone was leaning over me.
I focused my eyes on a pair of chocolate brown breasts with almost
black nipples, blinked, and recognized Doctor Eckert. "Glad to see that
you two are up and about," she said. "You really shouldn't sleep on the
beach like that, the warm shallow water hasn't really got enough oxygen for
your gills, and you could be stranded if the tide was on the way out
instead of coming in."
It took me a moment for what she'd said to sink in. "My gills?"
"When you fell asleep, the tide was on the way in. Your oxygen demand
falls enough when you sleep that you naturally stopped breathing when the
water covered your mouth, but it's not good for you. If you're going to
sleep under water, you should choose well oxygenated water or a cool deep
spot where your body temperature can fall to lower your oxygen demand."
"June Eckert," Mary said. "How the hell do you know so much about
what's happened to us."
"I guess I should explain," she said, stepping back out of the water.
She put her hands on her brown hips and smiled at us. "Fifteen years ago,
I began to dream about how humankind could reclaim the continental shelves
that we've lost since the polar caps melted. Ten years ago, I realized
that my work on genetic engineering could support that dream, and I set out
to solve the problem. Five years ago, I bred my first experimental
simbiotic catfish, a little one, just right for making a mermouse, if
you'll pardon the name."
She paused to look us over, and then went on. "There were a few bugs,
but I worked them out, then did some experiments on dogs and worked out
more bugs. As you see, it works. You're the first functional merman and
mermaid in human history."
Mary coughed and then spoke in a bitter voice. "It doesn't seem
particularly legal or ethical to do this to us without asking first."
"It's too late to worry about ethics," Doctor Eckert said. "As to the
law, on this island, I'm the law; the government ceeded the atoll to me
personally a decade ago. What's done is done! Right now, you need to know
a bit more about what's happened to your bodies so you can face the future,
right?"
"I'll admit I'm curious," I said.
"You're half fish, half person," she said. Over the month or so that
you were out after the fish got you, your body has merged with that of the
fish. The changes aren't over yet, but the big changes are done. Your
circulatory systems merged the fastest, within minutes of the time the fish
tried to swallow you. Your skeletal systems merged more slowly, and your
nervous systems will take the longest to finish joining to that of the
fish."
"Do you mean to say we were out for a month after the fish got us?"
Mary asked, her voice tinged with anger.
"Yup. The fish instinctively recognized you as its target, from your
smell, bit your legs off, and then lunged, trying to swallow you whole.
When it couldn't get any more of you in, it instinctively sought the
deepest coldest place it could find so it could digest its prize at its
leisure. Of course, my fish didn't know that you weren't ordinary food.
Your circulatory systems were linked to the fish's through your legs, and
the fish's gills kept you alive for that month."
I was about to ask a question, but she interrupted. "I really must be
going! I've got visitors from the institute! See you tomorrow."
--
She didn't see us the next day. That night, a storm blew up, and the
normally calm lagoon was a chaos of spray and waves. I was scared that
we'd be smashed against the coral by a wave if we stayed near the reef, and
I was afraid of being driven up onto the beach if we stayed near the shore.
"Stay over the deep pool," Mary yelled, trying to be heard over the
roar of the surf. We were holding hands so we'd avoid getting separated in
the dark "Stay under as deep as you can, and come up only for air."
She was right, so I took a deep breath, tightened my grip on her hand,
and dove for the bottom.
In normal weather, it's fairly quiet underwater. Now, it was noisy.
The sound of the storm wasn't the same as it was on the surface, but it was
there. I could hear the impact of the surf on the reef, I could hear the
whitecaps blowing on the lagoon, and I could hear the groan of coral
boulders torn from their resting places by the storm currents.
In the cool depths of the lagoon, the sound of the storm lost its
terror, and I held tightly to Mary's hand in the darkness as I listened to
it. As I relaxed, I began to grow puzzled. I didn't feel anxious for air.
A slow trickle of bubbles escaped from my mouth while I wondered what was
going on, and then I realized that I didn't need to breathe because of my
gills. They really were mine! I hugged Mary to me, and we fell asleep
there at the bottom of the lagoon while the storm raged over us.
I woke up sometime during the next day. Daylight shone through the
water, and the lagoon was calm. I felt lethargic and cold, but I swam
slowly to the surface and looked at the weather while I drew a deep breath
of fresh air. We were in the eye of the storm! A wall of storm clouds
towered around the horizon, obscuring all but a circle of hazy blue sky
above.
Mary surfaced beside me and drew a deep breath, and then grinned at
me. "Good morning Kent," she sighed, and then drew another deep breath.
"What a night!"
"I think our gills barely provide enough oxygen," I said.
"That must be it," she said, and then yawned. "Still, it's nice being
able to stay under so long."
"Especially during a tropical storm!"
She kissed me, pressing her breasts against my chest, and we hugged
for a while before I pulled free. "I need some exercise and a meal," I
said. "Let's take a swim."
"Tag, you're it," she said, laughing as she lunged away from me.
We took turns chasing each other for what might have been fifteen
minutes. By then, I'd learned enough about swimming with my fish tail that
I thought I was pretty good, but it took work to catch up with Mary. She
cut through the water, and I followed, using my arms mostly to help manuver
and pushing myself forward with a strong undulation of my tail.
Mary broke the surface and leaped high into the air, and I followed,
diving back into the water behind her. She landed with a belly flop, and
that slowed her down enough that I was able to tag her. I lunged away as
she turned to give chase, and I dove deep and then tried another leap. I
did better than on my first leap, and after a few more leaps, we both got
pretty good at it.
===============
Eventually, we quit the game and began gathering meals for ourselves.
I got two good handfulls of a delicious seaweed while Mary went after
urchens, and then we rested on the beach and ate our breakfast. The water
was high, a storm tide, and we were resting on a new beach where there had
been a stand of mangroves before the storm.
"It just struck me," Mary said. "We've been living in salt water for
an awful long time. Why don't we need fresh water?"
"I guess the fish take care of that for us," I said. "Anyway, I sure
liked that game of tag."
She gazed at me while she finished a mouthfull, and then grinned. "Me
too, but I hate to admit it. God I hate what June did to us."
"I'm starting to enjoy what's happened to me," I said. "I hate the
fact that she did it to me, I'd like to see her in jail and I'd like to see
her pay through the nose to straighten out the mess she's made of my life,
but I can imagine that I might even have chosen to become a merman
voluntarily."
"Mabe you're right," she said. "If she'd offered a choice and given
us time to prepare ..."
"But she did give us some pretty good preparation," I interrupted, and
then paused to crack a sea urchin. "She went out of her way to teach us
how to feed ourselves and to introduce us to the lagoon environment."
"I guess so," Mary said, leaning back in the shallow water.
I finished my urchen, tossed the shell into the water, and looked at
her as she relaxed beside me. "You're beautiful," I said, and then rolled
over to kiss her.
She responded warmly, pulling me to her. As we hugged and kissed, I
felt whatever had become of my penis stiffen. It felt good to press the
belly of my fish against hers, and I enjoyed tracing my fingers down her
back and onto the fish skin over her fanny.
We aroused each other to the frustrating limit; I wanted an orgasm and
I didn't know how to have one. I wanted to give Mary an orgasm and I
couldn't. We hugged, kissed and touched in the shallow water, driving
ourselves as close to orgasm as we could, but we couldn't get there. In
the end, frustration won the battle and we held each other. Mary cried
softly against my shoulder, and then we rested, listening to the slowly
growing sound of the surf as the eye of the storm began to pass.
--
"You two are quite beautiful when you play," Doctor Eckert said the
next morning, interrupting our breakfast.
The day after the storm was a beautiful clear day, and Mary and I had
just finished a game of tag after a night on the bottom. I looked up at
her as she smiled at us from the edge of the water. "What do you want," I
asked.
"I just thought I'd stop by to see how you survived the storm," she
said. "I see you're OK, and I see your gills are finishing their
metamorphosis."
"What?" I asked, looking down my stomach. There were tears in the
skin along my hipbone, right at the joint between my skin and the fish's.
I could see the tears open and close with the pulsation of my gills, and
there was another tear in the numb skin on the bottom of the fish's jaw.
She smiled. "Your new gills occupy a good chunk of the volume of your
pelvis and the old fish's skull. The six intake holes will form a vee
along the line where your fish skin and human skin meet. You'll see the
whole vee shape when the fish's lower jaw finishes sloughing off."
"How do things work?" Mary asked.
Doctor Eckert waded into the water and squatted by Mary. "See how
your gills pulse slowly? You've got something like a second diaphragm run
by the fish's jaw muscles; it pumps water through your gills. Your gills
aren't supposed to give you enough oxygen to stay active under water, but
they're enough that you can sleep on the bottom."
She stood up. "I've got to go now; the folks from the institute are
ready to tour the West Lagoon. You'll meet them in about a month, I've
already set the fish loose."
She started to wade back towards the shore, and on the spur of the
moment, I tripped her. "Mary!" I yelled. "Help me pull her into the
water."
"What?" Mary asked as the doctor rolled over and sat up, sputtering.
I'd managed to turn my tail towards the shore, and I took the doctor's
hand as I spoke. "Doctor Eckert? I'm going to do my damnedest to see that
you meet those fish of yours."
"No!" she screamed.
I thrashed with my tail in the shallow water, pulling her by the arm
into the deep water. She fought, kicking and scratching, so as soon as the
water was deep enough, I pulled her under. That stopped her, and by the
time I came up to let her breathe, Mary had taken her by the other arm.
"You can't do this to me!" she screamed after she'd caught her breath.
"I don't see why not," Mary said. "After all, you did it to us."
We silenced her protest by ducking her under, and by the time we came
up for another breath, we were at the reef. We abandoned the doctor at the
edge of the reef, letting her fend for herself while we scouted out a
passage, and then we towed her out to sea and to the west around the atoll.
The doctor was pale and exhausted by the time we found a way into the
West Lagoon. She still tried to protest when we let her surface for air,
but we didn't want her to struggle too much, so we never let her stay up
for long.
"Keep her away from shore," I said. "Let her alone now that we're
here. Just herd her to the deep pool we saw back when we were snorkeling;
that should be where her fish are."
We herded her, watching from under the water as she swam, and grabbing
her by the ankle and pulling when she tried to break for shore. I watched
the water around her as much as I watched her, looking for the fish.
I didn't notice them at first; there were two of them, grey green
monsters the same color as the ones that had gotten Mary and I. The two
fish swam at a distance, hovering just above the bottom, and then one of
them lunged, snapping off the doctors legs in one swift bite and then
spitting them out as it circled for the kill. It streaked upward at the
bloody stumps of the doctor's legs, opening its mouth at the last second
and engulfing her struggling form up to the hips, then turning and carrying
her into the dark depths.
Mary and I followed them down to the sandy bottom and watched as
Doctor Eckert passed out. I felt awful as I watched the tiny amounts of
blood drifting from the gills of the fish, but at the same time, I felt
satisfied. Even smaller amounts of blood seeped from between the doctor
Eckert's hips and the fish's jaws. I watched until I was sure that the
fish's gills were working, drawing water through the gap between its green
lower jaw and the doctor's stomach, and then I swam away.
"You're hurt," Mary said as she surfaced. "I guess June fought pretty
hard."
"At first she did," I said, and then turned to swim towards the beach.
While I swam, I thought about what we'd done to Doctor Eckert. Given that
there was no law on the island but her own, what we'd done seemed just, or
as close to just as we could hope for. The only injury she'd received was
from her own fish. Even so, I had the nagging feeling that I was simply
rationalizing an act of revenge.
When we got to the beach, Mary pulled my attention back to my injury.
"Roll onto your back, I want to see what's happened to you."
"How does it look?" I asked as Mary examined my belly.
"You've got a little scratch, and your fish's jaw is broken and
pulling loose. It looks like it's dead; do you want me to see if I can
finish pulling it off?"
"OK," I said, looking down my belly as she fingered the torn fish
skin.
It stung a bit as she began to peeling the skin away, but it came off
in a single piece, including the old fish's jawbone and teeth. As the
doctor had predicted, what was exposed was a vee of brown human flesh. The
ridges of my hipbones continued down the sides of the vee, and there were
two more gill openings where the fish skin over my hipbones met my skin.
"Well I'll be damned," Mary said, sliding her fingers down the skin of
my belly where it extended into the vee. At first I didn't know what she
was talking about. Looking down, the thing that struck me the most was
that the skin she was touching was slowly pulsating, moving in and out with
the flow of water through my gills.
I understood when I felt Her fingers slide onto my penis; she touched
it before I saw it, and then she lifted it, and then she chuckled. "I'd
almost given up on finding this again."
"Me too," I said, looking down at my penis as she kissed it. There
was a shallow groove between the bony ridges at the base of the vee of my
belly, and my flaccid penis rested comfortably in it. "Want to see if
you've got anything to match?"
She rolled over onto her back in the shallow water, and I began to
investigate. She giggled when I began peeling the dead skin off her gill
openings, saying that it tickled. It came away easily enough, a bit like
the way a blister peels off when the skin under it has healed. When I was
done, I'd exposed a vee of smooth brown skin between her six gill inlets.
It pulsated like mine, but my attention was on the vertex of the vee.
Where I had a groove that fit my penis, she had a ridge; above it was a
soft-lipped groove in the skin of her belly, her vagina.
"I love you," she said, sighing as I stroked her new belly skin.
"Want to try making love?" I asked.
"I think it'd work best in deeper water," she said, taking my hand.
We swam, hand in hand, out into the center of the lagoon, and then
swam circles around each other, kissing, touching, and fondling as my penis
grew erect. I made a pass and grabbed her around the waist, kissing her on
the somewhat relocated lips of her vagina. She took my erect penis into
her mouth and gently toungued it, driving me towards an orgasm, then broke
away.
I surfaced for a breath of air, and then kissed her full on the mouth.
She held me around the neck while I fondled her breasts, and then I slid my
hands down her back and pulled her to me. As our hips came together, she
reached down to guide my penis into herself, and then we fell together with
a firm and unexpected thud. The pumping of our gills was locking our
bodies firmly together.
Her warm body surrounded my penis as we kissed deeply. I could feel
the constant gentle pulsations of her gills around my penis. The motion
was felt exquisite, as good as anything I could accomplish by thrusting my
hips. I slid my hands down to the small of her back, and then we came up
for air.
Mary leaned away from me and smiled at me as we floated. Her nipples
were on the surface as I traced their outlines with my fingertips, and as
the look on her face grew intent, I gently squeezed and pulled at them.
The pulsations of our gills were synchronized. Each pulse drew my
penis out of her and then thrust it hard into her. Each pulse loosened her
vagina and then clamped it down hard. The feeling was so intense that I
felt like bursting, and then my orgasm hit me like a lightning bolt. I
could feel it as a surge of power focused on my groin, and then a pulsating
pleasure so intense that it was almost painful swept through my body as I
came.
She moaned ecstatically, and then pulled me to her and kissed me hard
on the lips. We submerged ecstatically, sharing our joy, probing with
tongue and penis, sucking at each other, both filled and fulfilled.
"Hello!" a distant voice echoed over the lagoon as we broke the
surface to breathe.
I looked towards shore and saw someone there waving at us. "Hello" I
called, waving back. We were still locked together below the water.
"Time to face the world?" I said, feeling uncertain as I spoke in a
low voice.
She gave my hand a squeeze as she looked towards shore, and then
turned back to me. "Should we give whoever it is a show on the way over?"
"What do you mean?"
"We'll have to let people know what's happened to us eventually, so
why not have fun while we do it? I'd bet whoever that is was supposed to
be June's next victim."
We pulled free of each other and then dove under as we began swimming
towards the beach. We held hands as we swam, and when the water was deep
enough, we leapt, giving whoever it was a good look at us. We leapt twice
again before the bottom approached too closely for safety, and then we
raced for the beach.
THE END
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The Fish
by S. B. Douglass
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