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Creature from the Blue Lagoon

Two strangers end up marooned on a tropical island. Their feelings for each other aren't the only things that are about to change...

(Man and Woman to Gill-people)

...

You’ve had a good year, they said. Go have some fun. So they sent her on a cruise.

Keisha wasn’t sure what she was expecting, but it was pretty much just college on a boat, except with a much less favorable jock-to-nerd ratio. She found out, eventually, that it was specifically for college students. She was probably supposed to be looking for a husband or something. Typical.

Instead, she had done her best to avoid contact with the boat’s mingling singles, spending her daylight hours with the small library she’d lugged onboard. It had worked pretty well for a week.

Now it was almost midnight. She could hear laughing and shouting from below decks. Everyone who was still awake was probably too drunk to be near any bodies of water, so the pool was all hers. Clad in a modest white one-piece, she slipped into the water and started doing laps. Twenty a night, every night. Had to work off that buffet food. Her petite body cut through the chlorinated water like a kayak as her slim arms and wiry legs pushed off the side.

As she completed lap #15, she heard a splash. She stopped mid-stroke and saw a buff Asian guy paddling towards her.

He smiled. “Hey. What’s up?”

“Uh, nothing. What are you doing in the pool?”

“Swimming?”

She stood in the shallows and put her hands on her hips, shooting him her best withering gaze. “Come on, man.”

“Okay, sure, fine. I’ve seen you around, and you’re not like anyone else aboard – you’re always reading, and I didn’t want to bother you. I just wanted to meet you, and I kept getting distracted, and then I saw you in the pool...” He extended his hand. “Ben Nakano. Evergreen State.”

He seemed friendly. Nice, probably. Handsome, certainly. But his gelled hair, Abercrombie & Fitch bod, and what appeared to be flame-patterned board shorts all screamed “bro”. He even had an oh-so-trendy Japanese character tattoo on his chest – although at least he probably had a better chance of knowing what it meant than your average white dude.

Male attention was generally something she neither pursued nor expected. She wasn’t unattractive, but her underdeveloped physique and intimidating intellect made most would-be suitors seek out easier and more enticing prey. She certainly didn’t get much attention from the Ben Nakanos of the world. Maybe he just needed to check “black nerd” off his sexual scavenger hunt list.

She sighed. Might as well be pleasant. “Keisha Lawrence. Knickerbocker U.” She returned his handshake.

“So, you want to grab a beverage or something? I beat some BYU guys at root beer pong and got their drink tickets.”

“Yeah, I’m not really on this boat to meet anybody, dude, but thanks for asking. I’m very flattered, really. Now, can you get out of the pool and let me finish my laps?”

As she finished her sentence, she saw that Ben was gaping in horror. While men’s reactions to rejection usually ran the gamut from dismay to anger, this was a new one for her. She turned to see a huge wave, taller than the ship, thundering towards them. Before she could cry out, it hit the ship, and she, Ben, and all the water in the pool were airborne…



The next thing they knew, they’d washed up on a sunny, palm-tree-lined beach. There was no sign of the boat, save for the deck furniture strewn about.

Ben pulled a strip of seaweed off his face. “Shit. What happened?”

Keisha sat up, not even bothering to pull the sea debris off herself. Why bother? “A rogue wave.”

“Oh. Shit, the boat…”

“If the boat was gone, we’d see wreckage, or bodies, or something. It must have just hit at the right angle to throw us into the water. If it makes you feel any better, everyone else on the boat is probably fine – and they’ll miss you, at least.”

“Well, hey, we’re on land – maybe we just walk inland and we’ll find people, get to a phone…”

She flung her arms out in despair. “No, we weren’t anywhere near land – we have to be on an island! We weren’t close to ANYTHING, so it isn’t even on the charts. Nobody will ever find us – they probably think we’re dead already.” As she finished the sentence, she clenched her teeth to suppress a sob.

Ben shrugged. “I think we’ll be okay. You’re obviously really smart, and I was a Boy Scout. We’re the perfect team for a survival scenario.”

Her despair flashed into anger. “We will not be okay. We are both going to die here, and I’ll be denied the dignity of dying alone because some Delta Kappa dickhead thought I was an easy lay!” She was yelling, but she didn’t really care – it’s not like anyone else could hear her.

Ben was unfazed. “It’s okay. This is pretty rough, and we’re both pretty mad. You don’t want me hanging around, so I’m gonna go look for food or water or a phone.” He stood up, brushed the rest of the seaweed off himself, and ran his fingers through his hair. “And, for the record, they’re all easy for me. But you’re different – that’s why I wanted to meet you.” He shot her the finger-guns and walked off.

She sighed, and let the waves wash over her. As much as she hated to admit it, she wished she was back on the boat.



They soon explored the whole island. It turned out to be ring-shaped, with a shallow lagoon in the middle, making it, as Keisha explained, an atoll. If it wasn’t their prison, it would seem like a paradise – the beach was pristine, the vegetation was verdant, and the lagoon was a beautiful azure blue.

Shockingly, Ben had been right – they were the perfect team. Ben turned out to be a keen spear-fisherman, and Keisha’s biology acumen proved ideal for foraging for nuts and fruit. With the necessities of life provided for, and no sign of rescue despite their ever-blazing signal fire, they settled into a routine. Ben hunted, Keisha gathered; they ate together and slept separately. They didn’t really socialize much – Keisha was still very distraught, and found Ben’s blithe acceptance of the situation intolerable.

A month had passed. Keisha crept through the vegetation, looking for the right spot – a brush-shrouded rock pile overlooking the beach. As she crouched down, she heard a worrying rip from between her shoulder blades. She felt around, and found that one of the few intact strands of her increasingly-threadbare bathing suit had torn. It wasn’t just wear and tear – something in the water or air was decaying her swimsuit. Her one-piece was now a bikini, and it was barely still that. Whatever was endangering her modesty wasn’t having any adverse effect on her body, however – quite the opposite. She estimated that her formerly petite frame had gained at least ten pounds of lean muscle, four inches in height, and certain…enhanced features. Suffice it to say, her ass was Beyonce-esque, and her breasts were now heavy C-cups – both of which her tattered swimsuit struggled to contain. Ben had noticed, certainly. She was at the point where she wasn’t even bothering to glare at him for staring at her, largely because she couldn’t keep her eyes off him, either.

He was a prime physical specimen before he got to the island, and now he was a Greek sculpture made flesh; he was taller, his shoulders were broader, and his muscle definition was ridiculous. Worse, he was completely un-self-conscious about it. She didn’t even think he was trying to make himself attractive to her – it was just his natural state of being. Even in his most unguarded moments, he was posed like an underwear model. She could practically taste the testosterone coming off him.

That didn’t sound like such a bad idea, really. Maybe she could lick it off those abs…she shook her head, trying to clear out the disruptive imagery.

She’d always been private about such things. In high school, she’d gone on a once-in-a-lifetime internet porn binge on a soon-to-be-scrapped computer, and had spent the next three years recalling it with her photographic memory for clandestine masturbation sessions. She had lost her virginity – impulsively, to her debate partner in a Chicago hotel room – and she’d sworn him to secrecy on pain of death. Sexuality simply did not fit into her carefully-curated vision of her life. It was to be dealt with efficiently and otherwise ignored.

Her body was making this difficult. Whether due to stress, or whatever alien substance was causing her physiological changes, or simply being isolated with the increasingly-desirable Ben, she was constantly buffeted with waves of uncontrollable lust. She had quickly learned that if she didn’t deal with them, she became totally unable to function. But she was a smart girl. This was a problem, and problems were meant to be solved. Her solution was to carefully map out a number of hiding spots on the island, coordinating them with Ben’s predictable wanderings throughout the day. When the urge struck, she would find the appropriate spot, masturbate herself to climax, and resume her day with a clear head. So far, she had avoided discovery, but she was becoming concerned with the increased frequency with which she was compelled to do it. Initially, she’d only needed one or two sessions per day, but now she needed hourly gratification to retain her faculties.

She’d quickly learned that Ben was also dealing with increased desires (his own threadbare swimsuit wasn’t hiding much) and was considerably less fastidious about hiding himself. She’d spotted one of his seaside self-pleasure sessions by accident, and while avoiding being seen herself, had found the added visual stimulus greatly enhanced her satisfaction, staving off her lust for longer periods of time. She’d felt guilty at first, and ashamed…but if it made her a more effective forager, wasn’t that beneficial to the both of them? Especially if he never found out.

Ben strolled into view. Same time, same spot. Right on the beach. He slipped out of his ragged board shorts, now more akin to a loincloth, and began to pump. Maybe he hoped the waves would drown him out? He was making a lot of noise – had she been thinking more clearly, she might have noticed that some of his vocalizations sounded very much like “Keisha”.

She brushed her hair out of her eyes – her short natural hairstyle had been growing like kudzu, forcing her to form it into makeshift dreadlocks – and squinted, peering at the throbbing length between Ben’s hands.

Yes, it was definitely bigger today.

As she watched, her hand crept into her swimsuit and she began mindlessly swirling her fingers around her engorged clitoris. She bit her lower lip to silence herself. There was something about seeing a man pleasure himself – watching him lose control, reduced to nothing more than his own body and its animal compulsions…

Adrift in her fantasies, she failed to notice that she’d shifted her weight, and that the rocks were somewhat more precariously-stacked than they appeared. Blissfully unaware of her surroundings, she slipped her other hand beneath her top and began to caress her breast.

Ben reached climax, and shot an impressive fusillade of jism into the ocean. Keisha bit down on her lip until she tasted blood, and furiously fingered herself until her body seized up in orgasm.

The rocks gave way. She yelped, and fell ten feet, landing butt-first in the sand. Luckily, her newly-developed padding cushioned her fall.

Startled, Ben whirled around and frantically pulled up his shorts, only relaxing when he saw who it was. “Uh, hi, Keisha.”

She realized, with a start, that her hand was still buried in her bikini bottoms, and quickly pulled it out. “I wasn’t…I mean, I didn’t mean to – “

He shook his head, but he was smiling a little. “Come on. I’m not as smart as you are, but I’m not dumb. Rustling leaves, footprints…Boy Scout, remember?”

Her face grew hot with embarrassment. “So…if you knew, why – “

“I’ve…you know, I’ve been thinking about you a lot. And knowing that you’re right there, watching…enjoying it…it makes it better.”

Keisha started to back off, choking back expletives and fighting off the urge to punch herself in the face – she’d ruined everything! “Maybe we should just stay on different sides of the island. We don’t want anything to happen.“

Ben paused, clearly trying to come up with the right words. “This is stupid. I’m sneaking around this dumb island, constantly rock-hard, jacking off while thinking about you. You’re doing the same thing – “

“I am neither ‘rock-hard’ nor am I ‘jacking off’.” She stamped her foot for emphasis, trying to salvage a little dignity.

“Well, whatever the girl versions of those are. You’re smart – isn’t there, you know, a smarter way we could be handling this? Cut out the middleman? Keisha, I want you, and unless I’m even dumber than I thought, you want me. We should just…see what happens, instead of acting like a couple of crazy people.” He exhaled, and seemed relieved.

Keisha stared at her feet. “I just don’t think it would be right. We’re not compatible, this is a – a psychologically unhealthy place to start a physical relationship…”

He shrugged. “Okay. Don’t do anything you don’t want to do. But if you want this, and I want this…” He trailed off.
Keisha carefully weighed her options.

“Fffffffuck.” She tore off the ragged remains of her clothing with minimal effort, leaving her fully, gloriously nude.

Ben’s jaw dropped. “Oh, shit, I didn’t think it would work that fast!”

She was on top of him in seconds. She pulled at his shorts – she only meant to pull them down, but they practically disintegrated in her hands. No more stolen glances; her eyes greedily took in his physical perfection. She ran her hands over his sculpted torso, almost in disbelief over its beauty. Indulging in a whim, she ran her tongue between his pecs and down his washboard abs – she swore she could taste the testosterone coming off him, after all.
For his part, Ben was having trouble keeping up, his hands sliding all over her body – cupping her breasts, stroking her face, and making a quick grope of her ass before settling on caressing the sides of her sleek torso. He smiled, a little nervously, and she flashed him a predatory grin. This oversexed jock was no match for a repressed science nerd. He probably had a sorority girl for every day of the week back home, but she had years of frustration to work off.

Every nasty thing she’d ever wanted to say or do to a boy was welling up from within her. “You were right. I do want you, Ben. I want you inside me. I want you – to fucking come – inside me.” The words spilled out of her mouth before she could regret saying them.

“Jeeezus, I didn’t think I’d hear that coming out of you.”

“All I care about is what’s coming out of you.”

“You kiss your m–“

“I kiss you with this mouth.”

She grabbed his face and forcefully crammed her tongue between his teeth. He reciprocated.

She took a gentle grip on his member, and was pleased to see it was everything she imagined it was; long, thick, uncut, and a deep, pleasing tan. Feeling it further harden in her hand, she guided it carefully into her well-lubricated passage, and started to ride him. His hands instinctually went to her breasts.

“So much to learn.” She gently guided his right hand to her clitoris, prompting him to pay it some attention, as well. He caught on quickly, and was soon stroking it like his life depended on it. With the manic gleam in Keisha’s brown eyes, he probably wondered if it did.

She moaned, and scraped her fingernails gently down his chest. “You like this?”

“Fuck, you are…you’re fucking incredible, I just…I just want to come for you, baby.” He was visibly straining, sweat beading on his forehead.

Her gyrations sped up, as Ben began to sync his pelvic thrusts up with her. As her mind roiled with pleasure, Keisha became increasingly incoherent. “You are going to come. I can fucking…feel you in me, you just…I just need you to f…fah…fa-ha…fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!”

Her orgasm arrived so hard and fast it surprised her. Ben followed suit, tipped over the edge by her orgasmic contractions. Exhausted, Keisha tumbled off him and lay at his side in the sand, her chest heaving up and down as she caught her breath.

Ben tried to sit up, but thought better of it. “Are we…uh, gonna do this again?”

She laughed. “Ben, this might be the only thing we do from now on.”



What was left of their swimsuits wasn’t worth patching together, but it didn’t matter. They had nothing left to hide, and nothing on the island seemed to hurt them – no thorns, no stinging insects, not even any sharp rocks. They wouldn’t have fit them for much longer, anyway; two weeks later, Ben was grazing seven feet, and Keisha was close behind, with corresponding surges in their musculature and secondary sexual characteristics.

The collapsing ridge had exposed a ruined camera. Keisha could tell it was decades old, and the film inside had suffered radiation damage, leading her to speculate that their atoll had been a nuclear test site. She remembered reading about how animals had grown larger and stronger after radiation accidents, and made the connection to her and Ben’s enhanced physiques. It was frightening to contemplate that the island could be slowly poisoning them with fallout…but without materials to build an escape craft, they had no choice but to stay and hope for the best.

She kept her concerns from Ben, who she was now spending nearly all her waking time with. Sure, much of that was time was occupied with athletic lovemaking. But sometimes, between bouts of frantic copulation, when they had to rest or eat, they talked. He talked about how he felt like he was locked into a future in finance, like everyone else in his family, but he hated being confined in an office all day. She talked about how she loved science, but how she wished she could live in an era when she explore the world and discover exciting new forms of life…minus the sexism and racism of the age of exploration, of course. All in all, they were learning that being stranded on a remote island wasn’t so bad for either of them.

Most of all, Keisha liked the casual intimacy – they bathed together in the lagoon, they walked hand-in-hand on the beach, and their limbs entangled as they slept on the cool sand. She hadn’t admitted it to Ben or even herself yet, but she was in love.

But there was trouble in paradise. Something was…if not wrong, perhaps, then amiss. She could feel something strange building inside her. She wasn’t pregnant – her IUD was good for another decade, and her cycle was as regular as ever. She didn’t think she was sick or malnourished, either – she’d never felt more strong or vibrant. She wondered if Ben was feeling the same way. She resolved to ask him, once he wasn’t between her legs.

She moaned, loudly, as his tongue probed her inner depths. No sense in biting her lip anymore. He’d been an acceptable lover before, but he’d spent too long getting by on his good looks and natural athleticism. Luckily, he was a quick learner, and eager to please. He was still terrible at talking dirty, though. It was probably for the best that his tongue was busy.

She’d had room to improve herself. With Ben’s encouragement, she’d started to see her desires not as an obstacle to overcome, but as something to enjoy. She’d become more confident in her body, although given its newly-Amazonian proportions, that came pretty easily. She’d also learned to harness her knowledge of anatomy, exploring every inch of Ben’s body as thoroughly as she’d explored their island home.

She felt his cock, steel-hard with desire, brush her foot. Knowing that the mere act of giving her pleasure was arousing him only deepened her own, forming a positive feedback loop. Her toes curled, digging into the wet sand.
It had rained the night before, and the air was still muggy. The sun was high in the noonday sky, its rays warming their sweat-slicked bodies. Keisha arched her neck back, her thick dreadlocks cushioning her head, and came hard. Her cries startled the birds out of the palm trees.

Ben clambered up beside her and draped a gentle arm around her shoulders. Her orgasm still filtering through her body, she reached down and made short work of his erection with her skilled hands – a scant reward for a job well done, but she would make it up to him soon. She had some ideas…

They were quiet for a while, luxuriating in each other’s presence. She idly traced the Japanese characters tattooed on his left pectoral – his family name in kanji, he’d told her. She decided now was as good a time as any. “I love you.”

He tightened his grip on her. “And I – “

He didn’t finish his sentence.

Every muscle in their bodies suddenly convulsed at once. They both screamed, as shapes began to move under their skin and their organs churned with change. Their backs in the sand, they flailed their limbs helplessly, like upturned turtles. Strangely, a sense of renewed arousal washed over them, as their brains concealed the agonies of stretching bone and warping tissue by flooding their bodies with pleasure hormones.

Keisha looked at her hands in horror as they expanded to the size of catcher’s mitts; as webbing spread between her lengthening fingers, the digits and palms were encased in ridged sapphire-blue scales, and her carefully-buffed nails extended into short claws. Looking down, the same thing was happening to her feet, as they extended into a monstrous parody of diving flippers. Her bones creaked as rows of spines pushed out of her backbone, the back of her calves, and the bottom of her forearms, soon to be joined together by more webbing to form fins. From the fins, the cerulean armor spread, overtaking her arms and legs, her already taut muscles bulging inhumanly to fill it out.

She felt a surge of alien, squirming pleasure as the change flowed up her thighs and reached her reproductive system – given the primitive characteristics her body was taking on, she assumed it was becoming oviparous. Visions of biology diagrams danced in her head – she could swear she felt her ovaries churning as they went into egg-producing overdrive, her uterus and fallopian tubes shifting to become a simple oviduct. As her widening hips involuntarily bucked forward, the scales enclosed her torso. Her breasts swelled even larger, hardening into smooth azure domes. She had no idea what purpose they could possibly serve on a creature like the one she was becoming, but she was glad to retain some memorial to her humanity. This was Keisha Lawrence, her breasts would say. Former mammal. Former primate. Former human.

It certainly seemed like they would be the only reminder of her old self. She felt the change reach her thickening neck, and braced herself. She had never been particularly vain, but she liked her face. It was a good face. It had straight teeth, and big brown eyes, and eyebrows that cocked perfectly whenever she wanted to be dubious of something, which was often. Her face wasn’t the only thing at risk, however. Her old body was being rewritten and replaced with something new and alien – would the same happen to her brain? Would she be a mindless animal, or would she retain her intelligence, only to lose her memories and personality? She couldn’t imagine which would be worse.

She couldn’t see what was happening to her face, but she could feel it – and hear it. She felt a tightness as her soft brown skin was replaced with rubbery blue flesh, more yielding and flexible than most of her new body. Her vision blurred briefly, and she felt a tugging on the corners of her eyes. She heard a horrible grinding noise in her head as her teeth rearranged and sharpened themselves. Then, a hideously wet crack as her nose collapsed in on itself, leaving nothing but smoothness in the centre of her visage. Next, a muffled rustling as delicate fins grew around her face, absorbing her ears. She summoned the strength to roll over on her side, and caught a glimpse of her reflection in a puddle, her eyes now huge, yellow, and lantern-like, her dreadlocks transmuted into indigo fronds – even her eyebrows had been replaced with small, upswept fins. She splashed her fist into the water, making the monstrous image shatter into ripples. This couldn’t be happening – this couldn’t be her!

Keisha finally cried out in rage and orgasm as the changes slowed to a halt. She took a quick inventory of her new body, as if trying to find some seam where she could just crawl out of it and be human again. Her scales had a pebbly texture on her limbs and torso, but were smoother on her front, where armored plates outlined her ample breasts and abdominal muscles. She gingerly touched her neck, feeling deep gashes between the fins – gills, she realized. Gills and lungs. She’d fallen off the evolutionary ladder and hit every rung on the way down – mammal, reptile, amphibian, and fish.

She heard a groan beside her. “What the…motherfucking fuck…”

Oh no, Ben!

She’d been so absorbed in her own transformation that she’d forgotten him. He was still laid out on the sand beside her, his change only a step behind hers. He was green where she was blue, and his shaggy hair was completely gone, but they were clearly the same species. As she watched, his mutation climaxed, and so did he; his penis, as verdant and ridged as the rest of him, pulsed, sending the last of his human semen splattering on his armored chest.

It took both of them a few minutes to gather their thoughts. Ben was the first to break the silence.

“Keisha. What…are we?”

“The radiation…it must have reactivated dormant genes in our DNA, catalyzed by sex hormones...resulting in the expression of atavistic traits…” Science was the only thing she could cling to, but soon her words failed her. She tried to close her eyes, but all that remained of her eyelids was a translucent membrane that flicked across her bulging orbs. She buried her face in her new, huge hands instead.

“Babe.”

“Stop.”

“Babe.” His voice was fearful.

“I can’t help you, Ben. I can’t help myself. Our lives are over.“ She fully realized her anger was selfish – that Ben had just gone through the same nightmarish change, and was trying to find some shared emotional stability – but she didn’t care. Whatever bond they’d shared was as dead as their human selves. She turned to glare at him.

Ben, looking as embarrassed as his new face was capable of, was staring down at his freakish penis. It was on the rise, in total defiance of the horror they’d just experienced.

“Babe…this is fucked beyond belief…but when I look at you I…I can’t…”

Of all the times to be…no. She felt it too. Looking at Ben’s new body, lust burned through her. Her vagina, or maybe cloaca now, was as hot and wet as any tropical lagoon. Strange new urges filtered through her brain, her thoughts lingering on Ben’s suitability as a mate. His vibrant scales, his vigorous fins…his bountiful, armor-sheathed testicles and throbbing emerald cock. She needed to feel his hot seed filling her, suffusing her ovaries, and fertilizing her eggs.

Mating instincts, she realized. Whatever she had turned into needed to breed, and she had been provided with a strong, virile mate.

Part of her wondered if she should fight it, but she quickly swept her concerns aside. Ben was still goofy, clueless, loving Ben – and she was still herself. They were still people, with their memories and emotions, their wants and desires…but now there was something more. The feelings they felt for each other – the friendship, the love, the lust – had been enhanced with pure animal desire.

There was no going back. This was who they were now.

Shakily, they stood up, and embraced. They kissed – a strange experience, now, with no noses in the way. Their slick tongues entwined, grazing their sharp teeth. His hands wandered down her back, now bisected by a rigid fin rising from her spine, and quickly groping her firm, scaly ass. Meanwhile, she caressed his broad chest, still rippling with sleek muscle underneath his green armor. Like Ben’s, her hands kept moving downward, lingering briefly on his abs, now covered in smoother scales, before getting a firm grip on his member. Her fingers, with surprising delicacy,
danced over its new ridges, nodules, and pointed head.

Various scenarios played out in her head – pleasuring him with her talon-tipped hands, perhaps, or her fang-lined mouth. Surely his new cock was resilient enough to enjoy their attentions…but no. There would be time for that later. Every cell of her new body screamed for her to get him inside her as soon as possible. She gently pulled him down into the sand, and spread her muscular legs to give him access. He eased himself down on top of her, their armored scales sliding against each other pleasurably.

His monstrous penis into her altered anatomy perfectly, like a key into a lock – and it was ridged for her pleasure. As he began to thrust, she felt every detail of it stimulating her inner depths. She even felt something stimulating her clit, even as she felt Ben’s hands explore her upper torso; looking down, she saw Ben’s mutation had provided him with a small protrusion apparently for just that purpose. How considerate.

Instinct was taking over – it had even temporarily silenced Keisha’s newfound penchant for dirty talk. As they mated, they growled and moaned, producing sounds no human larynx could duplicate, and that no living thing had heard for millions of years. Whatever birds had returned to the trees fled in terror.

Ben was jackhammering into her now, and she was loving it, as strange new fluids leaked from her and soaked into the sand. With her newly-acute senses, Keisha could practically taste Ben begin to come, as pheromones poured from his body. She felt his cock throbbing inside her, spasming as it filled her with his essence; she clamped down on it from within, milking it of every drop. They both roared in inhuman orgasm.

Ben slid off to her side, his arms still wrapped around her torso. As her mind cleared, Keisha tried to make sense of the impossible events that had just transpired, but the transformation and mating had totally sapped her energy. Beside her, Ben had already drifted off.

One thought drifted through her mind, before she lapsed into blackness – she had discovered a new species, after all, and was going to have a hand in propagating it…



Ben woke up first. It was night, and the lagoon was glowing. He stared at it for a while, its unearthly shine calling out to his new primeval instincts.

Keisha had called it bioluminescence. He loved that she knew things like that. She’d tried to explain it to him, but he still couldn’t quite understand it. There were a lot of things he didn’t understand, and what had happened today topped the list. Of course, Keisha didn’t seem to entirely understand what they’d become; if she didn’t, he had no chance. He was at peace with that, though. Sometimes understanding life got in the way of living it.

His gills felt dry. That, he understood. He knew where he needed to go.

With inhuman ease, he picked Keisha up and cradled her in her arms, one arm supporting her legs while the other cradled her torso. He watched her breathing for a minute or so, her plated chest rising and lowering gently. He remembered what he had been about to say, before they had been interrupted.

“Love you.”

Keisha awoke, and softly traced the kanji still visible on Ben’s plated chest with her clawed hand.

“Ugh. Wasn’t a dream, huh?”

“Nope.”

She sighed. “This is still fucked, right?”

“So fucked.”

“Tired…” She trailed off, and slept once more.

Ben smiled, his sharp teeth showing through his green lips. Slowly, he walked into the cool lagoon. The water felt refreshing on his scales, washing off the sand, the sweat, and the encrusted fluids. Before long, they were both fully submerged. Underwater, Keisha felt weightless in his arms, and the beauty of the lagoon’s depths was laid out before his new eyes.

The water rushing through his gills felt like coming home.
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