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The Fish
by S. B. Douglass
1991
PART 1
"I've got to attend a meeting today," Doctor Eckert said. "You folks
are welcome to visit the North Lagoon, though. You haven't been there, and
it's got some nice deep pools not too far from shore."
"Want to?" Mary asked, after we waved to Doctor Eckert as she pulled
away from the dock.
"Sure," I said, watching the small hydrofoil pull out of the water and
skim through the gap in the surf where the channel through the reef led to
the open ocean.
June Eckert was an old friend of Mary's, and when she'd invited us to
visit her island lab, we'd jumped at the chance. The island was a small
atoll in the Florida Archipelago, about 80 kilometers west of the Miami
Polder. The atoll had three lagoons separated by a low sandy island; what
dry land there was, and it wasn't much, was anchored against the ravages of
the frequent tropical storms by palmetto scrub on the higher ground and
mangroves in the low spots.
Half-an-hour after Doctor Eckert left, we were walking along the path
to the North Lagoon. We'd been there for a week, and Doctor Eckert had
taken us around the island and given us swimming tours of the other two
lagoons. We hadn't been into the North Lagoon yet, but it sounded like a
good way to spend a day. Our swimming tours with Doctor Eckert had been
fun; she made a hobby out of subsisting on raw seafood, and during our
tours, she'd made frequent stops to let us taste one or another of the
delicacies in her lagoons.
"It's a pretty place," I said, putting a hand around Mary's shoulders
as we stood at the edge of the North Lagoon.
"It is," she said, and then kissed me on the shoulder. "Kent, this
has been a great week, but with June around all the time, I've felt a bit
inhibited. Want to make love before we go swimming?"
I answered her question with a kiss, holding her to me as our lips
joined, and then sliding my hands down her long back to her fanny and
massaging it as my penis hardened against her. She slid her hands over my
back and then up over my shoulders to the back of my neck. I paused to
finger her soft brown breasts as she leaned back, hanging from my neck and
grinding her hips against me, and then I slid my hands down to support her
fanny.
"In the water?" she asked.
"Sure," I said.
We continued kissing and touching as we worked our way down the sandy
shore into the water. When the water was up to mid thigh, she lifted a leg
over my hip and took me in before lifting the other leg. Mary and I loved
making love that way. When the footing was good, I could dance while I
carried her, but on the sandy bottom of the lagoon, I just stood there and
swayed as she rode my hips.
I cradled her with my hands laced together behind her chest, and her
hands were free to finger my nipples. She smiled as she rocked gently
against me, and I admired the look on her face and the shape of her breasts
while I savored the feeling of my penis in her and her fingers on my skin.
After a while, she reached up to lock her fingers behind my neck and let me
take a turn touching her.
I slid my hands up her sides to her round brown breasts and across her
dark brown nipples, and as I gently circled her nipples with my thumbs, I
could feel her contracting around my penis. As we made love, the velvet of
her body slowly sliding up and down my penis drove me to the edge of an
orgasm, and she held me there until I had to kneel on the sandy bottom to
avoid loosing my balance.
The feeling of the water around our joined bodies set me back,
briefly, and then she let go of me and let the water carry her weight. Her
brown face rose from the water a yard from me; she was smiling, her short
straight hair glinting in the sun, and her dark nipples alternately rising
above the placid surface of lagoon and sliding back under as we made love.
I could feel it as she came; her vagina clamped down on my hard penis,
her ankles clutched at my bottom, and she leaned back and gasped. After
her initial gasp, she began massaging me, pumping with her pelvic muscles
in rhythm with the waves of her orgasm, driving me over the edge. I pulled
at her hips with my hands, straining to drive myself deeper into her body
as the explosion swept through me, and then I could feel surge after surge
within her as I pumped myself dry.
"I love you," I said, a long time later.
She answered with a lazy kiss, and then drifted free of me and stood
up. "I'll go get the swimming stuff," she said, walking away from me.
I watched as she walked back to where we'd left our stuff and picked
up our masks, snorkles and flippers. She was a trim, muscular woman, built
for running and swimming, and her bare brown skin looked beautiful against
the white sand and green scrub behind her.
We swam out into the lagoon, beyond the sandy beech that was renewed
by the frequent tropical storms. There were bright colored fish, green and
brown seaweed, and broken coral formations, some white and dead, some
brightly colored with life. We passed over a deep dark pool where it
looked like the bottom dropped out from under the lagoon for a few hundred
meters, and as the bottom rose to meet us and there was more and more
coral. We were approaching the reef.
I got Mary's attention and then pointed to the surface and stood up,
treading water. I pulled out my snorkel as her head surfaced beside me.
"We've got to be careful of the coral," I said. "We really ought to have
worn gloves, at the very least."
"Right," she said. "Let's stay away from the main part of the reef."
Suddenly, there was a swirl of water. "My legs!" she screamed, and
then went under.
I ducked my head under the surface in time to see some kind of huge
fish lunge at her. A shark? What ever it was, it got Mary and swam
quickly away with her body sticking out of its mouth. She was gone. I bit
my snorkel, blew out the water, and then looked around, my heart pounding.
Should I try to rescue her? Should I run away? Was there anything I could
do?
Then I noticed a slight cloudyness in the water and saw something
floating nearby. I almost wretched into my snorkel when I saw what it was.
Mary's legs were hanging there in the water, supported by her floating swim
fins. Her legs up to mid thigh were there, cleanly severed by whatever
fish had attacked her.
And then it happened to me. I saw it out of the corner of my eye. A
grey-green shape came at me like lightning and then a searing pain ripped
through my body. My legs! The jaws closed around my hips, and then I felt
them chewing, drawing me in as I was torn through the water into darkness.
--
I wondered if I was dead. I felt cold, water surrounded me, my skin
itched, and I knew that I was deep below the surface. I was only dimly
aware of the daylight above, and then my consciousness faded.
I was aware again, still cold and wet, and it was dark. I was hungry,
and then I remembered the shark attack. I wanted to panic, but I didn't
have the energy. I passed out.
I had a long series of disjointed memories like that, and then I
awoke. The light at the surface was bright, and I ached for air. My head
was pounding, my whole body hurt, and every movement made it worse. I
needed air! I struggled, swimming for the surface, my lungs bursting with
pain as I thrashed through the water, and then I broke the surface and
gasped for breath.
I lay on my back gasping for a long time, and then I remembered.
Mary, what had become of her? The image of her torn-off legs hanging from
her floating flippers was burned into my mind. What had happened to me? I
remembered seeing the fish, I remembered feeling the pain in my legs, I
remembered the teeth ripping into my hips. How had I been rescued?
I was so hungry I could hardly think, and I'd lost my mask and
snorkel. I had enough sense to orient myself, and then I began swimming for
the beach. I could tell that my legs were injured, so I swam on my back,
using my hands and favoring my legs. With what rational thought I could
muster, I hoped to be able to crawl from the beach to the house to get some
food.
I didn't realize I was at the beach until my bottom brushed the sand.
I rested for a moment, and then gingerly pulled myself up onto my elbows so
I could see what my legs looked like. I still had feeling in my heels; I
could feel them dragging on the sand, so I thought that my legs hadn't met
the same fate as Mary's.
The fish was still there! It's jaws gripped me around the hips, and
its pale metallic green belly extended into the lagoon. Two fins broke the
water at about knee level, and the the tail was down beyond my feet.
I couldn't sit up! The fish's jaws prevented it. I leaned back into
the water with a moan and reached down to see if I could get the thing to
loosen its grip on me. I slid my hands down to my waist and onto the slick
skin of the fish, then tried to work a finger into the joint between the
fish's jaws and my hips. I couldn't do it. I slid my fingers around my
hips following the line of the fish's jaws, and I found no hint of weakness
except for a gap over the sunken flesh of my belly where I could feel water
flowing in with each pulsation of the fish's gills.
Something was very wrong! As I slid my hand down over the fish's
side, I could feel my fingers as if I were sliding them over my own skin.
I swore as I tried to peel the fish loose, but there was nothing to peel.
On the sides of my hips, the fish skin was level with where my own skin
ought to be, with no hint of jawbones except over my groin.
The fish seemed to be merging with me! I cursed the fish in blind
rage, terrified of what was happening. After I'd vented my rage, though, I
discovered that I was curious about what was happening to me, and
eventually, I calmed down enough to investigate.
Fifteen minutes later, I knew that my worst fears were true. The fish
and I were becoming one creature, something like a mermaid, human above the
waist and fish below. The fish still had working gills, which probably
explains why I was still alive after spending I don't know how long at the
bottom of the lagoon. It might have been a long time; I was thin and
hungry enough that I could believe that I might not have eaten for weeks.
The amazing thing was, I could control the fish. When I tried to
wiggle my ankles, the fish's tail moved, and when I tried to bend one or
the other leg at the knee, the fish flopped from side to side. It didn't
seem likely that anything was left of me inside the fish; the fish could
bend from side to side in a way my legs never could, and if my legs were
whole, I was sure that they'd block the fish's gills.
There was no point in staying on the beach, and there was no way for
me to leave the water, so I turned away from the shore and pulled free from
the sandy bottom. I was hungry, and after Doctor Eckert's introduction to
living off the bounty of her lagoons, I knew that I could find plenty of
satisfying food in the shallows on the back side of the reef.
--
It was on the third day of my recovery that I saw her. I only saw a
fleeting fish-like form, green and brown, but I knew that it was Mary, and
I knew that she'd suffered the same fate as I had. I was lunching on some
sea urchens I'd found, but I broke off my meal and swam after her.
I wasn't sure which way Mary had gone; it's amazing how big a few tens
of acres of lagoon can be when you're exploring it at water level. It took
me fifteen minutes before I found her, resting on a secluded bit of beach
between the roots of the mangroves that grow along the shore in the more
sheltered areas.
"Mary!" I said, swimming onto the sand beside her. "Are you OK?"
"Kent!" she called, and then grinned wryly. "I'm not sure about being
OK. God! I see you're in the same boat though."
"You don't know how awful it was when I found your legs hanging bloody
from your flippers," I said, hugging her.
"You mean!" she said, and then paused, looking sick. "I remember my
legs hurting like hell just before I blacked out, but ..." She looked down
at her tail and drew a deep breath. "I'm sorry, I'd sort of imagined that
I was still there, inside."
"Sorry," I said, feeling lame. "Let me look at you."
She rolled onto her back in the shallow water and relaxed while I
explored her body. She was as thin as I was, not as bad as a few days ago,
but thin. The fish half of her was noticably longer than her legs had ever
been, with a dorsal fin on the back and a pair of pectoral fins below her
gills. Her buttocks were gone, merged into a rounded mound of fish, but
when I looked for evidence of the fish's eyes on what must once have been
its face, all I could find was a pair of small scars.
She took a turn looking at me, and I noticed that I could feel her
fingers on as much as half of the fish's body. The other half of the fish
was still alien flesh, mostly near the tail and down the middle of my
front. The touch of her fingers on the fish's body, when I could feel it,
was very pleasant, but it was disturbing when she slid her hands over the
numb areas because I could still sense movement but I couldn't tell where
she was touching me.
"God, I wish I knew what was happening to me," she said, tracing the
line where my flesh joined that of the fish.
She began to cry, and I hugged her, trying to comfort her, and at the
same time, trying to draw comfort from her. I was scared of what was
happening to me, and I had no answers to offer, only questions. She held
me tightly, her head on my shoulder as we rested at the water's edge, and
then, after a long pause, she giggled softly.
"You know," she whispered, "if it weren't for this damn fish, I'd be
feeling a bit romantic. I could get really horny right now."
I was doing my best to ignore the hint of an erection in my loins. I
wasn't sure I even had a penis anymore, and I was scared of what I might
find if I let myself feel anything sexual. Mary kissed me gently, and then
her tongue entered my mouth and drove away my inhibitions.
I returned her kiss as the pressure of an erection grew between where
my legs must once have been. We began fondling each other, kissing,
touching, and licking. I kissed her breasts fiercely, she kissed my chest,
and then she worked her way down to the fish's jawbone where it still gaped
open slightly above my pubic bone.
We were incredibly excited and incredibly frustrated, and eventually
the frustration won out. We hugged each other chastely while we cooled
down, and then we rested. I guess we fell asleep where we were, half
submerged on the beach in the warm Florida sun.
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The Fish
by S. B. Douglass
PART 1
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