Karma [Story; F + M Humans -> F + M Sea Creatures]

[thunderwing]

Two animal rights activists rescue a mysterious aquatic woman from a roadside animal attraction. They aren't prepared for how she intends to reward their kindness...

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He stood before the crowd in a sparkling blue preacher’s suit and a blonde-streaked mullet, gesturing to a large glass tank shrouded in darkness. Something large – the size of a man – could be seen within.

“Now, y’all can see seals in San Francisco, and dolphins in Sea World, but you are never gonna see one of these anywhere but Joe Aquatic’s Aquaworld. We found this little cutie caught up in a drift net off Baja California, and she’s been with us ever since. Once you see this ol’ gal, you’ll understand why this show was adults only. She’s the missing link between man and fish. The sensational – the shocking – the sensual – the Sea Sybarite!”

In the middle of the audience, Mac and Irene Gustavssen of Fond du Lac, Wisconsin were watching closely.

“Irene”, alias Karma Blumenthal, was a true believer, born and bred. She was a lifelong vegetarian, raised in a commune in Washington state. Her unflattering, long-sleeved blouse covered up her tattoo sleeves, and the reddish wig she wore disguised her multi-pierced ears.

“Mac”, was Tyler McMurty. He was ex-military; he’d worked with dogs in the service; and he had no tolerance for cruelty to humans or animals. That was about as much as he talked about his past, and she’d come to accept that. He was handsome, in an unmemorable sort of way, which helped him blend in here.

They’d been doing this husband-wife act for a little while. They’d started as strangers to each other, but over time, sharing hotel rooms and car rides together, it had blossomed into something real, fuelled by their passion for animal rights and for life in general.

They were both members of Animal Rights Forever, or ARF. Their public mission was to advance the cause of animal rights through peaceful protest and public outreach, but off the books, they took a more hands-on approach. Using a fleet of unmarked and frequently-repainted trucks, they raided roadside zoos that mistreated their animals; they made off with the animals in the middle of the night, either taking them to rehabilitation centers or, when possible, returning them to the wild. Usually, the operations they raided were so sketchy that they didn’t even call the police.

Lately, they’d been making their way down the California coast, taking down wannabe SeaWorlds with poorly-kept seals, dolphins, and the occasional walrus. They’d started to hear whispers about this place a few months ago – Aquaworld, run by an ex-con named Joseph Anders Breineberg, alias “Joe Aquatic”. It hadn’t been anything out of the ordinary – a dump, with neglected, miserable animals in dirty tanks – but there was an after-hours show, specially-ticketed. Adults-only. It had piqued their interest, so here they were.

The lights in the tank went on, and the crowd gasped – Mac and Irene included.

A bunch of the places they visited claimed to have some sort of fish-person as a special attraction, and they had all, so far, been completely fake. They had seen it all, from mermaid costumes to Hollywood-level prosthetics. But this…this was real.

She had the general shape of a slim, athletic woman, but with faintly luminescent blue-green skin. Her fingers and toes were long, and connected via delicate webbing. Her eyes were large and dark, she had no nose, and sharp, piranha-like teeth could be seen poking from between her lips. Fins adorned her forearms and calves, and the long tail that waved forlornly behind her. Delicate gill slits opened and closed on her slender neck.

She was sitting underwater on a rock; her arms were bound in manacles that hung from taut chains on the sides of the tank, keeping her arms spread apart. She was crying out in some alien language that could never have issued from human lungs – a series of squawks and clicks and squeals. It wasn’t hard to tell that she was in significant distress.

“We’ve been keeping her chained up all day to give you folks a show tonight, but honestly, she might be doing this anyway.”

He pressed a button on a remote, and the chains slackened. Immediately, she let out an impassioned cry, and began to masturbate furiously, plunging her hands into her womanhood as she cried out in pleasure.

Joe chuckled. “She is a slutty little salmon, ain’t she? We don’t know if she’s just in heat all the time, or what. But don’t worry, folks, Joe Aquatic runs a clean establishment. None of my guys touch her, much as they might like to.”

The mer-woman brought herself to a desperate, squealing orgasm. Anticipating what would happen next, she tried to communicate with the audience, pleading with them in her strange language; moments later, her chains tightened, keeping her hands away from her womanhood again. She moaned, disconsolately.

The crowd hooted and jeered, the men (and some of the women) making mental notes for future fantasies.

Karma and Tyler shared a glance. This would be Joe Aquatic’s last show.

…

ARF had it down to a science by now. Start a fire by a tool shed, let security make their way over there, then move the trucks in and make off with the animals. If security made a fuss…well, ARF had guns, and it turned out nobody was particularly interested in dying to protect a fifth-rate SeaWorld.

The dolphins and seals had been secured, and were on their way to a rehabilitation centre. All that was left now was the woman. Karma and Tyler had taken her themselves in an unmarked van; Karma drove, while Tyler kept misting their passenger with water, keeping her comfortable. She seemed to understand that she was being rescued, and had been very calm – enough so that by the end of the two-hour car ride, she was only casually pleasuring herself.

Finally, after making sure they were a safe distance away, they reached a small, secluded beach. Karma pulled off the road and parked; she stepped out to stretch her legs while Tyler opened up the van doors.

“Well…here you go. You can go home now – I hope.” He offered his hand to the woman.

The creature pointed at the water, then at him, her large eyes seemingly full of questions.

“Yes, the water. I’m setting you free.”

They had thought, if only for an instant, about what the woman meant to science, and what letting her go would mean. Clearly, she’d rewrite everything scientists knew about life on Earth – but this was no ordinary creature. This was an intelligent being, with a spoken language. If her people wanted to be found, they would; and, perhaps, they would remember this gesture of kindness.

The creature touched his hand, gently, then walked on her own power towards the beach. As the water began lapping at her webbed toes, she stopped and turned around, her big eyes gazing at her liberator. She opened her mouth wide – impossibly wide. No sound came out.

Karma was confused. “Maybe…maybe she’s communicating ultrasonic – “

A spray of dark, briny ink hit Tyler square in the face.

He angrily spat out the substance, much of it having landed in his mouth. “Oh, what the fuck.”

“Okay, I didn’t expect that. I guess that’s…a gesture of gratitude, for her people?” Karma held out her hands. “I’m sorry we can’t reciprocate.”

Tyler scoffed. “Yeah. Sorry. Should have picked up some chewing tobacco at the gas station, she’d appreciate that.” He scratched his neck. “Ugh. I think I’m allergic to it.”

The creature looked at him with what appeared to be an expression of…impatience? She started speaking, rapidly, in her own language as she gestured towards the water.

He furrowed his brow. “Need…water? Yes, it’s right there! Go!”

Karma cocked an eyebrow. “Tyler, can you understand her?”

“A…a little, like every couple of words…”

The creature shook her head, and squealed.

“No. She says…I need water?”

She pointed at Tyler.

Suddenly, Karma noticed that Tyler had some cuts on his neck – cuts that hadn’t been there a moment ago. Cuts that were opening and closing with every breath…

Karma realized, with a start, that they were gills.

Tyler was already staring in horror at his hands as his pink flesh turned an iridescent teal, and webbing joined his fingers together. His short hair had started to slough off his skull, revealing the beginnings of a mohawk-like fin that extended from the bridge of his nose and extended across his skull, joining up with the back fin that had begun to tent the back of his shirt. The creature was squawking at him, and he was trying to translate for Karma. “She says…she says she’s rewarding me for my kindness, freeing me from the hell of dry land to join her under the sea as her mate.”

Karma’s jaw dropped. This was impossible! “No. My mate.” She tapped her breastbone with a finger, and pointed at the creature, forcefully. “Mine. Human.”

Tyler clicked and squawked, much like the creature – he seemed shocked for a moment, both at how alien it sounded and how naturally it emerged from his throat.

“It’s…she can’t reverse it. She’s sorry.”

“Take me, then. Change me, too.” She mimed spitting, as the creature had done.

He started to translate for the creature, but stopped halfway. “What? Karma, no, you don’t want this, I – you’ll just have to forget about me. I’m…I’m gone, I can barely…force out words…”

But it was too late. The woman had acceded to her request with blast of mutagenic ink to Karma’s face.

Fins were starting to tear Tyler’s clothes apart as they emerged from his flesh. He hopped awkwardly as he tried to pull his pants off, a growing tail already snaking down one pant leg. Tears mixing in with the inky saliva dripping down her face, Karma started to take her own clothes off, already feeling a twinge of regret at having impulsively thrown her human life away. She tossed them into the water, the tide carrying them out to sea as it would soon carry her.

Her hair was falling out already, leaving her scalp bare as her flesh turned aquamarine; she left her armpits, legs, and pubic thatch to grow naturally, but as she disrobed, she saw the hair there was falling out, too. Naked, she knelt down in the silt, holding her face in her hands as both hands and face reshaped. Her eyes grew larger, her nose eroded, and her teeth multiplied and sharpened, all behind the veil of her now-webbed hands. She felt an indescribable sense of coldness and vulnerability as gill slits opened up in her neck.

As Tyler’s changes finalized, the woman came to Karma, laying a calming hand on her shoulder. She looked sympathetic. “I understand, Karma. You have lived your whole life here – it must seem normal to you. And the change is…unusual. But I can tell you will be very beautiful.” She stroked Karma’s lower back, trying to soothe her as a tail painfully emerged from above her butt.

She put her hand on Karma’s stomach. “Mm. I can feel it inside you. The need to spawn is strong after the transformation. It’s good that Tyler is so strong – he’ll need to satisfy the both of us.”

Karma could understand every word now.

“Do you have a name?” The question came out as a series of clicks – her human voice was already gone. She looked up at the woman with pleading eyes, trying to shut out the discomfort of her new appendage’s growing pains.

“Alani. It was my human name. Many years ago, I lived on an island where we existed in peace with the sea-people. One day, men in wooden ships came and took one of them; I snuck onboard to rescue him, and this was my reward.”

She could feel the transformation slowing, and looked down at herself. Her body was hairless, a gorgeous shade of aquamarine, bedecked with fins, webbed hands and feet, and a long tail she was starting to gain some control over. She could feel her piercings in her fin-like ears, and her tattoo sleeves could still be seen on her arms; she decided she liked that.

She looked to Tyler – like her, his transformation was largely complete. Only traces of his human appearance could be seen in the creature he’d become – his muscular physique, his strong jawline, his upright posture.

Alani kissed her, deeply, her long tongue entwining with Karma’s. “Your bond must be very strong, for you to do this to be with him. I admit I wanted him for myself, but I will be happy to take the both of you as my mates. You should go be with him; you won’t be able to swim properly until you’ve relieved this desire.”

He had been attractive before, certainly, but in his new body, he was…irresistible. Even the fin on his head – some form of sexual dimorphism, she supposed, since neither she nor Alani possessed it – was arousing her. Strange thoughts were oozing into her mind, unbidden. Tyler was so strong, so virile, his head-crest so rigid. He’d be a perfect mate to fertilize her eggs.

He clearly thought the same way about her, given how erect his cock was. And it wasn’t just erect – his new organ was clearly prehensile, and he seemed to be having some trouble getting control over it. He had both of his webbed hands wrapped around it, and he was trying to wrestle it into submission.

“Karma…I’m sorry, I can’t…all I can think about is you swelling up with my young…” His human voice was gone now too, but she could perfectly understand the strange noises coming from his mouth – the same noises that she was capable of producing now. Strangely, she could still recognize his voice.

She embraced him, and took his cock in her own hands, guiding the thrashing organ to her now-bare pussy. She laid down in the sand, pulling Tyler down on top of her. Her tail thrashed in anticipation.

Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. A life without boundaries, without shame – a life as untamed as the animals they rescued deserved. And if Alani’s story about wooden ships could be believed, it would be a long one. Maybe Alani had rescued them.

“No. Don’t apologize. I want this. I need this. Spawn with me.”

She let him slide into her.

It was huge, and the way it was twisting inside her, stimulating every inch of her womanhood, she was quickly swept away by a tsunami of ecstasy, even as the sea waves crashed against their bodies. For the first time, water rushed into her new gills, flooding her body with even more pleasure.

She clawed at his muscular chest, her altered vocal cords screeching out sounds that weren’t even words in Alani’s language. Finally, a raw, alien orgasm escaped her, sending her body into convulsions as Tyler flooded it with her seed.

Alani petted both of their heads, affectionately. “I hope you have some left for me, Tyler. And don’t fret, Karma, I’ll have lots of time for you once I’ve been filled with milt.”

Alani kissed her, and then swam over to Tyler, whose refractory period was apparently extremely brief. In moments, he was inside her, much to her great delight.

Karma watched them for a while; she probably should have felt some shame, or something, but the notion of modesty, or keeping anything from her podmates, was feeling increasingly foreign. She poked her head above the water, and took one last glance at the van, its lights still on. Behind her, she could hear Tyler and Alani, moaning with desperate lust.

The air felt uncomfortable on her gills. With a twinge of regret, she sank beneath the waves to see if her two mates needed a third.