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Area51: The One That Got Away

This is story is a stand-alone set in the area51 universe. An experiment has caused a fracture in reality through which a mythic ecosystem is leaking.

The tiny eel-like creature was caught in the sudden flow of water, the rivers roaring down a new path that had suddenly appeared, far faster than it could swim. It didn't have enough brain to understand the passage of time, in essence its mind had all the sophistication of a self-guided torpedo. There was a sensation of falling and finally the flow eased. It lay still, the thing it sought wasn't present. Time passed, it grew, it waited.

* * *

Professor Dunbridge bustled into the ops centre and spread a map out on the table. "General, we missed something and it could be serious."

"Show me."

"You've managed to just about contain the enchanted forest, but what we are looking at is an entire ecosystem bleeding through, not just flora and fauna. Like any forest this one presumably needs water. The water has to come from the other side of the rift, because this side is a desert," explained the professor. "But here's the problem, after the magic water has passed through the forest on this side, where does it go next?"

* * *

Oak Spring Butte

Dan Meres skidded the RV to a stop, smiling widely. The waters of Oak Spring Lake were higher than normal, in fact they were the highest he'd ever seen. Somewhere upstream the watercourse must have changed as there was now a beautiful waterfall cascading down from the cliffs above, sparkling, just like the ones in Yosemite.

He'd intended to go fishing, get some of that prime trout, but the waterfall pulled at him, 'skinny-dipping' was the only thought he could think. It was an odd thought, one that wasn't would not normally have occurred to him. The way the water sparkled in the air, it was magical. The fact that he weighed in on the heavy side of big boned and hadn't gone swimming since high school, didn't enter his mind.

Admittedly calling it swimming was charitable, Dan waded until his feet no longer touched he bottom and then pushed off with his toes, walking a bit like one of them astronaut fellas. Fortunately, the waters didn't get much deeper and he was able to stand under the waterfall and just exist. Closing his eyes, he let the waters wash his troubles away.

Something brushed against Dan's leg, smooth but also rough. Whatever it was, was long, taking several seconds to slide past. He opened his eyes in shock, given the size it could only be something dangerous. A Pike could deliver a nasty bite to the unwary fisherman.

Five feet away a fin sliced through the water, spines connected by rainbow coloured webbing, and then the head was visible, a nightmare like nothing he'd ever seen. No eyes, just an X shaped mouth that split wide in four directions revealing thousands of razor sharp teeth. Desperately Dan struggled toward the shore. His hand touched the dry gravel shore only for a ring of pain to stab him around the waist. Scrabbling with both hands he hauled himself out, afraid to look back.

In his imagination, the creature would drag him screaming below the water, his fingers digging furrows in the gravel. It didn't happen. He forced himself to calm down, he was on the beach, the fish probably couldn't breathe, yes, that was probably it. Carefully he rolled onto his back and looked down, at the thing that had tried to eat him. The iridescently scaled creature had swallowed everything below his waist, cock and balls included, it was definitely a fish rather than a mammal, with several sets of long spiny fins at several points along its length. Its serpentine body was at least twice as long as his legs before becoming lost in the clouded waters.

Thank God it was inert! Totally dead he reckoned. Dan remembered the smartphone in the pocket of his discarded pants. The pictures were going online; hell, this was going to seriously go viral, getting half eaten and then catching an unknown species that was at least 10ft long would make him famous!

Cautiously he reached down to prise the weird-ass jaws off his hips, the teeth couldn't have been as big as he'd imagined as they hardly stung at all after the first few seconds. The jaws didn't move, he tried harder and then a third time with all his strength. It was almost like the jaws had bonded with his skin.

Un-noticed whilst he punched and squirmed, Dan's extra weight began to move of its own accord, like a rippling stream the excess fat flowed under his skin, first to his back, out of sight, and then down the backside into the tail where it began filling the gaps. If there was one thing the gay gods of the mythic realm couldn't abide it was a chubby lard-ass.

Something nudged at Dan's ass, a slight pressure, but insistent. His efforts became frantic, wriggling to get further out of the water whilst his fingers scrabbled to find the edge of the jaws. He tried clenching his ass to keep it out, but it pushed in, slick, filling him, and filling, and filling. Was this what gay sex was like, he wondered; his cock hardening inside the monster's mouth. It felt... It felt great!

Deep inside his gut, tiny jaws located their target and bit down on Dan's spinal cord, merging with a speed only magic could enable, sending orgasmic pulses up to the prey's brain, so that it's mind was properly tenderised.

Dan's back arched, his hips thrust into the air, inside its new sheath his cock expanded, trebling in length and pushing out of the slit that Dan had mistaken for a dolphin-like blowhole. Sparkling rainbow coloured cum squirted generously across the dried husk of skin that covered an as yet un-noticed six-pack, the last of his useless human seed expelled in a flow that lasted minutes.

As intended, the orgasm sent Dan into a state of passive post-coital bliss, the much smaller brain down near his cock awoke and got to work.

<awake>

Dan opened his eyes, lazily running a hand down his muscular chest, feeling something like a very smooth shirt on top of a wonderfully sculpted physique. Wait! What? Panicking he propped himself up on his elbows. His body looked like perfection, except for a transparent layer of disgusting dead skin that covered everything. It was on his face too!

<Shed>

It was sooo gross, he needed to get out of it. Ripping and tugging at the layer of skin covering his face, he made a hole and pulled the skin back like a hoodie. The 'hood' of skin took the grey-haired comb-over with it revealing a shoulder length mass of white-blonde hair. Following some instinct, he wriggled his shoulders out of his old skin, shedding it like a snake does. Once his torso was free he noticed that the monster-fish-thing had finally died and had also dehydrated a bit. Eagerly he pushed against the jaws that had held on so impossibly tightly. There was movement, slowly at first then quickly slithering wetly out. It was as easily as pulling off a pair of jeans and he'd revealed the first two feet of his new tail before he realised something was wrong.

Dan felt a sudden stab of fear, his waist didn't end in legs and his cock was somehow inside him, he could 'feel' it.

<sexy> said a voice in his mind

Looking again, he noticed how smoothly his flesh transitioned, the ugly ridge where his jaws had merged with the human-flesh were now gone. And his cock-slit, It looked sooo sexy with the cockhead just peeking out between scaled lips.

<Shed, sexy> It felt less like a voice now and more like emotions.

He needed to see the rest of his tail and eased another three feet of skintone scaled tail out of the desiccated old body before realising that the thought 'shed' hadn't been his own. He considered not shedding the old skin.

<bad> Emotions washed through him, shame, disgust, embarrassment. 'It' wanted him to continue easing himself out. He could sort of see that staying still was kind of pointless and gross. It was getting harder to distinguish between his emotions and the alien ones.

<good>Easing himself out had felt sooo good, like his tail was a cock being masturbated, he wanted to feel that. He wanted to be free of the dead flesh. Intellectually he understood that the emotion hadn't been his, but he wanted the same thing anyway, didn't he?

<Sexy> Shoving the last of the fish carcass aside his 'feet' finally emerged unfurling into a magnificent tailfin that extended at least as an arms-length either side of his body. Fuck, his body looked hot, so long and sinuous. Who the hell needed legs when you could look like this. He was so sexy! Anyone who saw him was going to drop to their knees and fucking beg for it.

He decided that the tiny other voice had been his imagination, it was only like an echo of what he was already thinking. All that really mattered was swimming and sex. The desire to fuck someone was such a need in him that it was difficult to focus on anything else.

There was no one to fuck in or near this lake. He needed to go someplace with hot guys. Remembering the RV he struggled across the dry ground, snagging the keys as he wriggled past his clothes. With considerable effort, he hauled himself up into the driving seat. It wasn't a good fit, he had to coil most of his serpentine body in the passenger seat and drape the end of his tail across to the footwell in order to press the peddles from the side.

Slowly at first but with increasing confidence he drove down the dirt track that would eventually link up with the interstate.

* * *

The Sergeant crouched next to the discarded skin, prodding it with the tip of his rifle "Looks like the Prof was right. Something got this far and couldn't stand the heat."

* * *

Lake Mead

It had taken Dan some time to find a good lake in the terrible dry hell. Fortunately, he had some sort of awareness, like a GPS in his mind, telling him where the nearest lakes and rivers were. He'd followed that instinct, only visually recognising Lake Mead after he'd arrived. He'd driven almost a hundred miles based entirely on instinct, how cool was that? Spread out in front of him, it was water all the way to the cliffs out near the far horizon. It looked perfect.

His reflection on the inside of the glass caught his eye for a moment, he'd continued to change during his journey, his ears were now pointed and had the beginnings of spines and webbing. His fingers were webbed now and he had sharp spined fins projecting from his forearms, they reminded him of a lionfish's spines and had gotten in the way as he'd driven. It didn't bother him at all, he could tell he was looking sexier with every passing second.

It was time, without further hesitation Dan, slammed both tail fins down on the accelerator and drove the RV into the water. He was done with cars, all that mattered was some nice tight swimmer ass to fuck. The chill waters poured in through every opening soothing skin he hadn't realised was sunburned as it. Once the water level covered his nose he inhaled deeply, feeling it flow through his lungs, flushing bubbles from the gills on his flanks.

That first inhalation of water acted as a trigger for the final enchantment, the memories of Dan Meres and his human life were expelled with the air bubbles. His name was Daan, it had always been so, any momentary panic and confusion was instantly forgotten.

He was in a metal glass thing, its name and function unknown. Instinctively he drew an evocation sigil in the water in front of him. The first spellcast cracked the glass, the second shattered it, the fragments instantly transmuting into a shoal of transparent glassy minnows that fled quickly into the deep.

He swam free, turning back to glare at the metal thing, it offended him. Casting one final spell he told the metal to be coral, watching with vengeful pride as the metal thing twisted in on itself and sprouted horns and branches that pulsed with life and colour. The roof and sides collapsed and grew outward leaving only the two front seats recognisable and now more like under-sea thrones than car seats. Looping back over the rapidly expanding reef he released his bladder, marking this territory as his and his alone.

Being underwater boosted his hearing, in the distance, he could hear the shouts and laughter of humans splashing, obviously attempting to attract a mate. With a quick twitch the 15ft long mer-serpent slid effortlessly though the water, hunting the source of the mating calls.

Surfacing fifteen minutes later, Daan quietly observed the group, two male, two female, healthy, energetic. Diving deep below he lay on his back looking up, taking time to fantasise what he would do to them. Out of old habit he caressed his cock-slit, delicately rubbing the lips until his engorged cock emerged. It felt deliciously sensitive in his hand, far more so than he remembered it should. Lacking self-control, he found himself ejaculating into his hand, a squirt of rainbow-milk cum clouded the water expelling three finger-length sperm that shot upwards homing in on the humans.

What remained of his human subconscious insisted that sex happened in a close and personal way, it hadn't occurred to him that this had changed. Half remembered was the knowledge that some fish just sprayed it around and let the sperm and egg sort themselves out. Curious to see what his seed would do, he drifted upward, watching as the little silverfish sperms sliced through the water, at lightning speed.

* * *

Aiden gasped as something penetrated his swim trunks, pushing into his ass, there was a sting, like fangs biting... and then bliss. He stopped swimming, sinking until only his head and shoulders bobbed lazily above the water. Everything was fine, as it should be. He should stay perfectly still.

Noticing that Aiden had ignored the beachball thrown at him Scarlett and Lily began swimming toward the ball each intent on reaching it first. Like Aiden before her Scarlett never saw it coming, the mer-sperm was through her bikini and into her vagina before she could cry out.

Lily saw it coming and managed to get a grip on its tail, crying out before it slipped through her fingers and slid in, biting her clitoris and bonding with it. That all three had been virgins accelerated the transformation-magic by a factor of ten.

Noah resurfaced, and pulled back his snorkel mask. Glancing toward his friends he noticed they seemed to be totally out of it. In fact, looking closer it seemed like there was something wrong with them. He swam toward the group, puzzled to see them each struggling to remove their swim costumes with clumsy zombie-like actions.

Scarlett's string bikini-top had proved to have the weakest material and floated a few feet away from her perky breasts and bullet hard nipples, Lily's one-piece was torn, one breast exposed, but still hanging in there. Aiden's red budgie-smugglers bobbed to the surface a moment later.

Just as he was getting close, all three twitched, smiled, and opened their eyes, seemingly more aware. Lily ducked underwater to remove the rest of her swimsuit, causing her ass to breach the surface. Noah's eyes widened in shock, a foot long tail was visible with stringy sea-weedy stuff connecting it to her thighs, merging, growing quickly longer by the second.

The other two were swimming closer, not with a familiar front-crawl swimming stroke but more like porpoises.

Feeling suddenly exposed he began to back away toward the beach, but they were faster, circling around him until he was surrounded. They didn't attack, just silently blocking his moves to get past. In the clear water it was completely obvious what was happening to them, their feet expanding, flattening, their legs fusing together. Aiden's cock at first growing improbably long and then withdrawing as if pulled inside.

"Please! Let me go!" he spluttered

Aiden cocked his head to one side as if he didn't understand speech, and perhaps he didn't. His ears were slightly pointed, spines pushing out tugging the earlobes into a more webbed look. The worst thing was the eyes, now completely black.

Below, a dark shape flowed upward, far larger and more serpentine than the classical mermaids and merman his friends were becoming.

The head and shoulders emerged, long blonde hair, framing the most handsome face he'd ever seen. Despite the situation, he found his cock getting hard. The creature's tail twisted and thrashed under the water, its torso continuing to rise until the entire human part was above the waves, looking down at him in regal majesty. Chiselled pecs and an eight-pack of abs, glistening with rivulets of water; this was no mere merman, it was some sort of God made flesh. He could understand now why his friends had turned so quickly. It was magnificent, dominant, all he could do was look up upon its beauty and thank his god for letting him see such male perfection.

'Glamour' he reasoned, legends said you had to tie sailors to masts to stop them leaping in after the merfolk. If it was some illusion, he found he didn't care.

"I am Daan" said the Water God, extending a clawed finger, brushing the flat side of the claw against the curve of Noah's jaw. "You, I will take for myself."

The other hand snagged Noah's swimming trunks slicing them away with a single gesture.

Noah gasped at the thrill of it and floated closer, smelling the masculine sea-smell of the six-pack that filled his vision. His senses over-powered, all of the senses were saying this was the most erotic thing he could ever see, hear, smell or touch. Below, the serpent-tail ceased its coiling and wrapped tightly around his ankles, crushing them together. For a second the spell was broken and Noah tried to break free.

The river god hugged Noah close, sinking, pulling him below the surface, the serpentine tail wrapping tight around his legs. He tried to hold his breath as they sank deeper. A brief glimpse of dolphin-like tails told him that his transformed friends had also dived, still circling protectively around their master and his prey. Hard muscles slithered against him as Daan adjusted his grip, sliding behind him, spooning against his back. Noah's vision began to darken around the edges, his lungs burning. It was getting harder to think and he hoped he wouldn't die too soon.

Air. Webbed hands had twisted his head to the right, Daan had leant over his shoulder to kiss his lips, blowing air into his mouth, one final breath. Noah's tongue darted forward, tasting and exploring against Daan's longer tongue and serrated teeth. Something moved against his ass, Noah knew that he'd be taken soon and wondered distantly if it would be painful.

Daan took him. A single thrust deep in the ass, followed by the tiny-est sting. In the small amount of his mind not awash with repeated orgasms, Noah could feel the implanted tail growing, tickling the back of his legs as it grew.

They went deeper, the water pressure like a safety blanket, making Noah feel safer and more relaxed, he sighed blissfully, unintentionally inhaling the waters and expelling air from newly formed gills. The water in his lungs triggering the mental changes. Noaa blinked, sure for a second that he'd forgotten something, before his mate's caress reminded him that he needed to be bred.

Daan and Noaa coiled and slithered around one another, a knot of serpentine lust, like a Gordian knot, constantly writhing. The lesser merfolk stood guard as their lords fucked. Every so often a silversfish-like sperm shot away from the entangled lovers, heading toward the shallows.

Over time several more freshly transformed merfolk arrived to pay court, instinctively guarding their king and his consort. Some still wore the remnants of clothing, almost like decoration, a pair of un-used goggles around a muscular neck, a drowned wristwatch, a water-wing, the ragged claw-sliced remnant of a uniform shirt with a sheriff's badge weighing it down.

As sunset approached the two Mer-serpents slowed their writhing and partially untangled, their tails still entwined. With their heads and torsos free the two lovers raised their heads enjoying the rippling of the sun's light on the surface far overhead. They held hands.

Taking this as permission the lesser Merfolk raised their heads and watched the setting sun.