Light streamed onto my face and I sluggishly opened my eyes. I was underwater. I breathed in the liquid with relish, pulling it in my body, marvelling at the fact that I could breathe without much trouble. I looked around a bit and sighed, smiling at the total absence of bubbles that should have accompanied that action. Nonetheless, I had to get up to do… something. I couldn’t stay cooped up in my bath all day now, could I?
I let my bust rise and spit out a bit of lung-water, stretching my finned arms out wide. I felt much more relaxed than the previous day as I found an amused smile on my lips. Then the memories of my pain and my peeper came around and my mood soured. I’d probably have to deal with the lad someday…
I let my arm rest on the side of the bath as I looked towards the light filtering from the opaque window above my head. The day before had been so exhausting that I had had little time for myself and think things over. I looked back down towards my scaled appendage and let my tail fins emerge from the surface giggling a bit at the slight shimmer that accompanied the movement on my pearl reddish-spotted scales. I bent over, inspecting the junction between the skin and the tail. I could still see the shape of my legs around my crotch as my hips still seemed to be human enough. My thighs quickly joined together just underneath my sex, losing the dual structure to blend into a single member. The scaling was progressive rather than being a limit, starting at the blending and crawling upwards, never quite reaching my slit. The scales were much more daring on my sides though, largely reaching my hips before losing out to my skin a few inches under my arms. I turned on my belly and looked at my back. My ass was as it always was : a bit plump and without the slightest hint of fish.
I let my head slide back under, bubbling out all air from my lungs with a sigh. I pushed out my arms in front of me and stretched outwards, arching my back while I bent my tail as if I still had knees. I was quite pleasantly surprised to notice that not only the motion was still in my capabilities; it was also much easier for me to do and I could try out much more complex movements, bending my lower body in ways that legs shouldn’t. I couldn’t help but feel a smile creep onto my face as excitement and wonder reigned supreme in my brain. I looked forward and noticed my hand fins. I flattened back on my belly and brang them closer for inspection.
As I had noticed before, their structure reminded me of bat arms : my thumb was the only finger that still resembled a finger while the rest had vastly elongated and were curled back against my arms neatly. When I looked more closely at my thumbs, I couldn’t help but see the resemblance with talons : the darker scales with a wicked black claw at the end. The same pearl reddish-spotted scaling started just above my elbows and quickly gained control the entirety of my forearm. I moved my thumbs around and was quite satisfied with their dexterity. I popped back out from the water, flopping onto my back as I looked back at my arm fins. With a thought, I snapped them outwards, straightening my fingers in a single motion and hiccuped in surprise at the speed of the motion. Two huge blood-red fins, very similar to that of flying fish, stood like proud sails above me, dripping droplets all over the floor. I closed my hand and the fins folded themselves obediently.
I wasn’t too sure how long I amused myself opening and closing my fins before being bored of the whole thing and laid in my bath listening to my breathing. Other needs were slowly arising : the need to move around, hunger and a more primal urge of the flesh. I looked down at my crotch and then towards my talons, my eyes narrowing. I’d already had long nails more than once and it had never stopped me from rubbing myself to glory but the sharp end of my thumb was quite intimidating. Perhaps, if I only used my skin and was extra careful… I reached down slowly, poking at my lips, pushing them apart ever so slowly. I shivered as the sensation that registered down there was closer to that of a blade spreading my flesh apart than a thumb. I blinked a few times and took a deep breath before caressing my skin. I gave out a yelp as a tingly rush took me by surprise and made me jolt. I hadn’t even touched my clit yet the sensation had been as powerful, the flesh as sensitive. I had also just pricked that oh-so-sensitive flesh with my talons and was even bleeding a bit. Tears formed in my eyes as I doubled over. Rubbing myself with these hands wasn’t an option, it seemed...
I’d actually managed to cut my pussy and I was still so horny.
Shit.