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Unexplored Waters

Story by Raziel Characters © Wyraachur

He smiled as he felt the wind on his face and heard the gentle murmur of the surf. It had been a while since he last had the time to come here and he intended to savour it as much as he could. A powerful gust of wind tugged at his long, white hairs and he could taste the spray of the sea on his lips. His eyes followed the coastline, bathed in the light of spring. It was a nicely private little piece of land surrounded on three sides by the gentle roll of the dunes. People rarely came to this spot as it was hard to reach by road-vehicle, and far enough away that only avid hikers ever came here.

His eyes followed the shoreline a second time as sunlight reflected off the waves in a broken pattern. In the distance, something caught his eye for a fleeting moment but it before his eyes could focus it was gone if it ever even was there. Did he really see the hint of a plume emerge from the sea before the wind scattered it?

He sighed. It hadn't been the first time he thought he saw something like that, or heard something on the wind. It didn't really matter and couldn't lessen his enjoyment of being here again. Especially now that he actually had the time to get his feet wet. After a final look around, he started to disrobe and neatly folded his clothing before putting it down behind a small hollow in the dunes that was covered by tufts of sturdy grass. Idly, his hand passed over the yin-yang tattoo on his back, as he always tended to do after disrobing. The sand hissed beneath his bare feet as he slowly walked to the surf, relishing the salty wind on his body that tickled him with fine particulates of sand.

Closing his eyes as he walked let him feel and hear all the minor experiences that would normally be buried under visual information. The steady rush of the surf rolling back and surging forth, the rustle of the grass behind him, the hiss of the moving sands and the whisper of the wind coming together in a private symphony. Sand tickled between his toes, and he shivered when his feet reached the more solid texture of wet sand in the surf, shortly followed by the sea caressing his ankles. It was pleasantly warm as it swirled around him before flowing back again with a whisper.

The second time the water hit him, it came up to just below his knees, and stayed above his ankles even after rolling back. His heart skipped a beat, not because the sea was cold but from the sudden sense that something on the wind and in the water was tempting him to come further now that he was here. He broke the spell by opening his eyes and looking back at the beach only to confirm that it was still as private as it was a few minutes ago. He waded in further as the surf tugged at him. The water covered him up to his waist as his fingers touched the surface of the sea, creating tiny counter-waves that were soon overtaken by the inevitable currents. Below the surface, he could feel how his feet were tickled by tiny shells, how he kicked up small clouds of roiling sand as he walked.

Then there was the familiar drop-off, the point where the beach gave way to the depths, to the true sea instead of just the minute strip along the land. He really shouldn't head out this far, not while he was alone. Even at this intimately familiar place, the currents in deeper waters could be treacherous. Then again, he was a strong swimmer, always has been. His eyes snapped open when he heard a sound on the wind. For a moment, it had been there as clear as day; a sound much too high and multi-tonal for it to have just been the wind or the harsh screech of a seagull. He couldn't explain it, but it had a sense of familiarity to it and felt welcoming somehow. He took a deep breath, and dove forward into an approaching wave.

The sea surged around him, currents gently caressing the curves of his body. Below the surface, most he could hear consisted of the sound his own heartbeat and the blood rushing in his ears. He twisted and turned as if he tried to follow the currents, but found himself stumped by the limitations of his land-borne body. A hot pinprick of frustration welled up, but was quickly extinguished when he decided to just see it as a game of tag or try-and-follow. Soon, his lungs started to ache for air and he turned his head upwards to the wavering light of the sun.

He broke through the surface with a splash and took a deep breath of the rejuvenating air, white hair trailed by a stream of drops. He allowed himself to tip backwards, starting to gently float on the surface. Above, he saw white clouds pass over him, occasionally veiling the sun and giving the cloud itself a golden lining. His ears below the surface, he still could only hear the sounds of his heart and the currents of the sea. A thought teased him and a blush rushed up to his cheeks. Did he dare?

Tipping his head back and opening his eyes, he saw an inverted image of the beach where he came from. It was surprisingly far away, but he didn't care. After a short observation, he could conclude that nothing was moving on land except for the tufts of grass. Keeping his balance excellently, his hands started to explore himself, rubbing over his slender chest and belly, ever further down.

His lips quivered when he reached down fully and gently wrapped his hand around himself. An involuntary shudder went through his body and he immediately felt a response. Emboldened by the sting of pleasure, he started to move his hand more, gently stroking up and down as his member started to become engorged. He breathed a halting breath and slowly changed his balance to remain afloat while he continued to please himself more vigorously.

The swirls of current that his movements caused seemed to want to help in his caressing, flowing around and against him where his hand was not. He felt how his heart started to speed up and could hear the rush of blood in his ears accelerate as his body responded to the pleasurable touch.

It felt as if he was picked up by a warmer current, a flow of somehow heated water suddenly surging around him, carrying him along. Around him, there were glimpses of a large body swimming in circles just outside what he could perceive. There were sounds again, this time unmistakably the song of an orca. The song, however, simply mixed into the haze of other experiences as he sought pleasure. Even when the resonance sunk into his skin and altered something.

With growing desire dulling his other senses, it took a while before he noticed the changes. He realised the feeling of his hand on his body started to change. His skin started to feel like it was thickening, gaining a curious, rubbery feel, but warm instead of cold and in motion instead of still. He blinked and looked up, and in that moment, felt shock grip his heart.

As he watched, he saw that his hand had taken a darker tint than his fair skin used to be, and was darkening still. If he could see, even the tattoo on his back underwent a change by inverting its colours in some manner. It tickled as it started to change form - even as bones seemed to morph and shift around. Webbing started to emerge between his fingers and started to make it look like fins. His fingernails disappeared like they evaporated from his body. He gasped when at that moment a sense of panic and incomprehension overwhelmed him. He flailed around awkwardly and dipped below the surface when he broke the balance that kept him afloat. Then he heard the song again, clear-as-day and completely intelligible. The song seemed to speak to him directly in his mind. "Don't be afraid. It won't hurt."

A large form emerged from the haze of the sea. Somehow, he could see as clearly below the surface as if he had brought swimming goggles. He blinked as if he tried to dispel an illusion, but it persisted. As the shape came closer, he recognised the elegant, smooth shape of an orca. Intimately familiar as he was with these denizens of the sea, even in his panic he recognised it as a female; small pectoral fins and a shorter, curved dorsal fin.

The orca dove below him, and then let herself gently rise to the surface, taking him along and letting him catch a breath. "Just let it happen. I'm here."

The gentle voice calmed him, just as the feeling of their increasingly similar skin rubbing together. He relaxed. The transformation suddenly accelerated as if he had been holding it back himself somehow. It felt marvellous. Muscles shifted, grew and bulged like a tremor moving across his body. His face started to stretch and merge its features to the feeling of a gentle, perhaps even teasing caress. It tickled as a proud dorsal fin started to emerge from between his shoulder blades and his feet were gently massaged as they underwent a change similar to the one that was about to finish in his hands.

There was a moment of bewildering feeling that his teeth and tongue were too big for his mouth, but before bewilderment could turn to fear, the rest of his body caught up. He realised that the change felt right, like it was something he had been waiting for without realising it. As he calmed down, the feeling of desire that had been briefly submerged in a welter of panic resurfaced again. The orca seemed to sense it, moving closer. He shuddered when her nose lovingly touched his back, rubbing against him playfully and caressing his tattoo.

He couldn't supress a grin when he realised the changes were not skipping on these parts either as he felt the beginning of the gentle double curve to its increased length. His fingers folded around it again, making it tremble with delight. He started to stroke in earnest as he realised that the feelings of change all over his body were translated into pleasure. His moan sent air-bubbles to the surface, but before he ran out, the orca was there under his back again, gently guiding him to the surface while he let the change overcome him. The fingers of his free hand ran over her body with a lover's touch. He took in breath as she helped him surface and felt amazed how much air he could suddenly take in. He only realised the changes his face and head had undergone when he took a breath through his nose; realising that the response didn't come from the usual spot on front of his face. He exhaled and a plume of air and water were expelled by his new blowhole and he realised it was the first time he took a breath as his new form. He ran his hands over his scalp, realising his white hair had disappeared, making room for a perfectly sleek and smooth surface.

The female orca was still around him, always keeping in contact with her flank, her fin or her nose. At first it seemed like she had become smaller, but he soon realised it was more that he had grown. Her caressing became more deliberate as he went through the final changes. He felt a tail grow thick and strong before spreading proudly. The female also became more forceful, rubbing her entire body against him and he shuddered as she glided past his member, tracing the underside with the tip of her fin.

The gesture latched on to newly surfacing instincts and he took a hold of her with his new, finned hands. She squirmed in his grip, but not to escape, but to allow him to enter more easily. He slid in and felt his whole body tremble as his full length was accepted by her. He thrust against her while she moved to meet him and at the same time, his body underwent a further change despite initially seeming complete. His arms formed chest fins, changing his grip into a loving rub of the female's flanks. His legs began to merge with his tail, making it even thicker than it already was. Before long, his entire form elongated and replaced his human muscle-structure, and part of his external genitalia merged with his body to complete the streamlining. Whatever unease or worry he had drained out of him, becoming fully settled in his new form and instinctively knowing the limits. Even then, it was all washed away by desire and pleasure at her warmth as they moved as one.

He raced to climax quickly, overwhelmed by the new experienced and sensitivity of his new body. The female's clenching pushed him to the edge even faster and he sensed she was racing to the pinnacle herself. The female accepted him entirely as he came with a shudder, releasing inside her as his rubbing turned from long strokes to frantic little thrusts. They remained there like that for a moment, relaxing as his member slid out of her before disappearing into its new sheathe. They rubbed the tips of their noses together lovingly for a moment before she sang to him again.

"See? It's wonderful if you do not fight it." She turned around with the kind of elegance that a being of her size could never possess on land. He spoke in his new form for the first time, singing back to her...and later wishing he had a more profound opening line. "How...why?" "I've watched you from afar for a long time...I decided it took long enough. Follow me." "Where to?" Her lips parted in a triangle-toothed smile. "Unexplored waters."