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Spawning Season, part 1

by Tastes-Like-Chicken

Carry Flynn was a researcher specializing in ichthyology (studying fishes for those who don't know), and was undertaking her latest project of studying the salmon runs in some of the more remote rivers of the Pacific Northwest. She had prepared for a long observation period, prepared to backpack out to the headwaters of the river she intended to study. She flew out on one of the mail flights then hiked for a few days to reach the river. She had picked her spot perfectly, where the river just emerged from a large lake that had many small streams feeding into it, perfect for studying spawning of the several species that lived there, particularly the salmon run that had already begun.

She set up camp along the river's edge, intending to reach the lake the next day. Not having bathed for the several days she spent hiking, she decided to go clean herself in the river. At the water's edge she could see the channel choked with fish, the salmon all vying for position as they moved upstream. She took off her clothes, feeling liberated being out in the wild, and stepped out into the shallows. The water was very cold, but she only intended to be in for a few minutes. She scrubbed herself then rinsed off, standing on a rock in the channel. But as she turned to go back to shore, she slipped and fell flat in the water. She splashed down, and quickly surface, sitting in the freezing water.

As she sat there, the salmon swarmed around her. Their smooth, scaly skin rubbed against her, feeling very nice. She almost forgot the cold as the fish rubbed against every part of her that was underwater, especially her crotch. The salmon swam past her, rubbing her into a state of ecstasy. She was almost to the state of climax when she felt something enter her. Her eyes went wide as some large object bolted into her vagina hard and fast. The thing was wriggling, pushing farther inside her body. She reached down and felt it, feeling the scaly texture, and immediately grabbing onto it and pulling it out of her. Holding it up, she saw it was one of the salmon. The animal was around two feet long, probably weighed about ten pounds and was covered with bright red scales except for the head and several fins which were a greenish-brown.

She dropped it in the water, seeing its red color stand out under the surface. As she tried to stand up, however, the fish quickly turned and bolted back, digging itself back into her cunt. This time, it went deeper into her, flexing its fins and lodging itself firmly between her muscular walls. Bolting to her feet, she looked down and saw the fish's tail hanging out of her. Reaching down, she tried to pull it out again, but her vaginal lube had leaked out, making the fish slicker than normal and almost impossible to grip. As her hands slipped off, the salmon wriggled again, forcing itself further up her birth canal. It continued to do this as Carry made her way to shore. By the time she reached the bank, about a third of the animal was inside her, and she felt its snout pushing against her cervix.

Carry fell to her knees and grabbed for the fish, trying to pull it out again, but it was no use. She tried to push it out, but the inner muscle movements only seemed to draw it in more. The fish was pushing very hard, as if wanting to get further inside of her. Its slimy texture and wriggling motions caused her incredible amounts of pleasure. As disgusting as the situation seemed, Carry was loving the sensations. She fell to the ground and rolled onto her back. Totally overcome by her sexual drive, she arched her back and spread her legs, trying to get it to pleasure her more. The tail thrashed wildly in the air as the animal's snout kept pressing harder inside her. The wide body stretched her almost to the point of pain as the fish's muscle movements kept inching it forward. Then with a shudder which shook her whole body, she climaxed. Her vaginal walls clamped and unclamped around the fish, and it was at that moment, that the salmon finally pushed through. As soon as its snout pushed past her cervix, the rest of it just seemed to slide effortlessly into her. Carry opened her tear filled eye, in time to see the tail fin disappear into her.

The weight of the fish slid fully into her, coming to rest in her womb, her cervix closing and sealing it in. The mass was resting soundly in her uterus, making her stomach bulge prominently. The fish writhed around a bit in the confined, warm interior of its human host. Carry stood up, fully realizing what had happened as her sexual drive subsided. Panicking, she pushed and pressed her bloated stomach with her hands, trying to force the fish out, but nothing worked. She kept trying, but soon was overcome by a sensation of extreme sleepiness. Collapsing onto the sandy shore, Carry just passed out as the fish began to quiet down within her.

Carry woke up sometime later, lying on her stomach and feeling very strange. As she sat up, she felt something hurt on her backside. Reaching down, she felt a wide protrusion sticking out from her lower back. Examining it with her hands, she figured it had to be at least a foot long and several inches across at its base. It tapered down, and at the end were two small bumps on the top and bottom. Carry opened her eyes, and immediately noticed something else, something was sticking out from her face. She brought her hands forward, and felt her face. It didn't seem like her own, feeling completely alien to her. Standing and moving to a calm spot of water, Carry looked at her reflection. Her head was flatter, less rounded with no hair, her ears were gone and her eyes were bigger. But what struck her the most was that her nose and mouth had pushed out into a short snout, with the upper and lower jaws curved into a distinctive hooked shape. Her face had changed to a blend of human and fish features, but not just any fish. Carry recognized the structure instantly as a salmon's face.

As she leaned over the water, she noticed her stomach was no longer distended, looking like it had before the fish had penetrated her womb. Her attention was drawn to the protrusion on her back when she felt it wiggle. Looking back, Carry saw that she had a tail, which looked like a forming fish's tail. The tail wiggled back and forth as Carry felt it stretching out. Not being able to see it very well, she felt it with her hands. The tail stretched out, lengthening as well as becoming thicker. Carry moaned in pleasure as her new appendage grew farther out. As the tail grew, Carry felt odd sensations coming from inside her body as her organs reshuffled.

On her face, her snout pushed further out, and her forehead flattened as well, turning her face totally to that of a salmon. Her teeth fell out as new pointed teeth grew in. Suddenly, her legs seemed very weak, and Carry fell to her knees. Her tail was now hitting the ground, pushing at the sand as it grew further out, soon becoming longer than her legs. Her tail eventually stopped lengthening but continued to thicken. Carry stood up, balancing herself against a tree as her legs wobbled beneath her. The tail pushed her ass cheeks wider apart as it filled out. Carry felt the pressure on her pelvic bones, until with a snap her legs dislocated and Carry fell to the ground.

She rolled over onto her back and sat up against the tree. She looked down, seeing her legs hanging limply to the sides as her tail widened farther. As she watched, her tail seemed to meld with her waist as it continued to grow. As her tail grew, her cunt and ass hole were forced to her front. And she watched in horrified fascination as they merged into a single slit, a cloaca, which migrated down her tail as it grew longer.

Her attention was drawn away when she felt pain in her sides of her torso. Looking down, she saw stripes on either side of her human torso, going from under her arms down towards her waist. The stripes were a light red color but quickly faded to a dark purple, like that of a serious bruise. Looking down, she saw muscles moving under her skin, seeming to push and pull on the areas of the stripes. Then with an intense set of muscle spasms, the skin at the stripes tore. Carry looked down and saw that she had a set of gills on either side, the muscles pulsing slightly as they finished forming. Lifting up one gill flap, Carry looked at the dark red membrane in wonder. She panted heavily, feeling that she still had her lungs.

Hearing another ripping sound, she looked down and saw her caudle fins break loose from the end of her tail as its growth began to slow. More ripping sounds were heard as other fins tore through her skin in various places. A couple small sets near her new tail grew out and she felt more fins growing not only along the backside of her lower fish body but pushing out from her own human back. Then she felt an intense tingling sensation in her fingers and toes. Looking at her hands, she saw webbing forming between her digits. And looking down at her limp human feet, webbing was forming between her toes as well. Her toes also began to lengthen as her legs began to shrink back into her body. Soon, only her feet were sticking out of her fleshy tail, and those stayed put. Her feet continued to reshape, and soon were pectoral fins. With that, her body ceased to reshape, leaving her looking as if someone had taken a salmon's body, stuck a human torso on it where the head should be, and put the salmon's head on instead of the human one, less like a mermaid and more like a centaur configuration.

It was at this point her entire body began to itch. From all over, scales erupted out. They were a vivid red color all across her body, except for the tips of her fins and her head, which were a dull greenish-brown. The scales covered every inch of skin, even enveloping her breasts and absorbing her nipples, leaving them totally round, firm and smooth. As the scales finished growing in, Carry felt incredibly dry, desiring water. She flipped over onto her stomach, and drug herself the few feet into the river. As she submerged, her gills immediately took over as her wind pipe clamped shut. In the water her mind went blank, instinct taking over as she seemed to smell something in the flowing river that was calling her upstream. She knew what it was, her spawning instinct. But before she indulged in that, Carry felt an uncontrollable hunger take over. She swam, taking to it like it was second nature, out into the middle of the channel and caught one of the passing fish. She quickly began to tear at it with her sharp teeth, gulping down the chunks of flesh. She kept at it, devouring many more fish until she felt her immense hunger subside.

Feeling satisfied, she turned and began to swim upstream. Going against the flow, the smell grew stronger with every foot she traveled. At around sundown, she reached the lake. The waters were teeming with salmon, but none were spawning just yet. Carry felt it too, it was not yet time. So for the next few days Carry spent her time swimming around and feeding. She was eating a large amount of food, her hunger being driven by some internal impulse. Even with her new body, and being underwater, she could tell that she was putting on weight, a good deal of weight. Carry could defiantly notice the extra mass building up in her lower body. As time passed, she felt the internal will calling to her, telling her the right moment was almost there.

The next day Carry, and the rest of the salmon, felt that the time they had waited for had arrived. They all crowded the shallows around the lake, filling the waters with writhing masses of animals. Carry pulled herself onto the shallow gravel bar near the shore, surrounded by other salmon. So shallow, she lay one her side with most of her body sticking out of the water, breathing through a combination of her lungs and gills. Out of instinct Carry began digging in the loose gravel. Using her tail to help clear away the debris, she continued until the hole was roughly twenty feet across and only a few feet deep. Looking around, Carry noticed the other salmon were digging their own small gravel nests. Settling her lower salmon body into the hole, she felt a deep churning within her body slowly working its ways down. Then with a shudder, a rush of fluids erupted out of her cloaca. Carry yelled out in pleasure as out of her body gushed thousands of tiny red orbs. All around her in the shallows the thousands of other fish were releasing their eggs and sperm, clouding the water. In her throws of pleasure several dozen males swam alongside her, releasing their seed to fertilize the eggs their far larger female was so generously providing.

Carry writhed in ecstasy as wave after wave of orgasms ripped through her body. She shivered and convulsed from the pleasure, moaning as she spurted her eggs out into the hole. Carry went through her spawning all day, more males constantly arriving until the flow finally ebbed in the early evening. As her final orgasm subsided, Carry slipped off the gravel bar. Feeling completely drained, Carry slipped into the deeper water, floating neutrally as she rested in a state between sleep and consciousness.

She woke up the next morning, resting near the lake bottom. Swimming to the surface, Carry gulped down a breath of air and floated there for a while. She seemed to regain control of herself now that her spawning heat had passed. Quickly grabbing a few morsels and eating, she swam around and explored the lake. The lake was enormous, and she knew she could stay there for some time. During her swimming, Carry's mind continued to return to her. She seemed to think not totally like she used to, her new animal mind merging with her human intellect. While curious about her situation, she was not panicked or frightened.

Eventually, she found a hot spring nestled along the shoreline, the warm water bubbling up in a shallow gravel pool ringed by large boulders. Pulling herself across the shallow bottom, Carry settled into the nice warm water. It was a welcome break form the cool lake, and she took the opportunity to just lounge there for a long time, looking over her body and coming to grips with what happened to her. Thinking about it, she realized that she felt good, like having a kind of constant high. As she reclined against a smooth bolder, one webbed hand gently massaging her breast, Carry began thinking of what she would do next. Still feeling exhausted from the drain of the spawning, however, she pushed it to the back of her mind and just reveled in the feelings of contentment she now felt.