This is a work of supernatural-fantasy adult fiction.
Muses of- mainly WahBar with mentions of others.
Content- Language and some bizarre slash.
summary- a day at sea gone weird.
The week old, beginning to stale cereal was suitable for today.
A easy snack.
He had his own food on his houseboat, grand birthday gift, this cereal was for the fish.
Fish and others down below.
He kept the boat in a secluded, rather dark spot, hidden away beneath a roof of trees, far away from bothersome people, far away from stares.
Took a nap during the wait, important things took time.
And his company would arrive at night, same as before.
The splash awoke him, three big splashes and a few tiny ones which made him smile.
He leaned over the railing, made dolphin sounds.
They chirped and squeaked and chattered back.
Their own odd aquatic language and he understood it perfectly with no need of translation.
He waved to the two females and the children surrounding them.
'Hello there!'
They spoke back, charming cheerful greeting, fins flapping.
'A day out for the small ones, right?'
More chirping, birds in the ocean.
'It's a lovely time to be out.'
Sounds like piano keys being played mixed with splashes.
The one male heaved from the depths, struggled on the ladder a bit, finally flopped into the boat, a different kind of 'catch of the day'.
They had a long, hour after hour conversation, kept watch over the gang below.
Chirps and squeaks.
'Oh, he's been out at some new dog park with that damn mutt of his, shows how much I mean to him, putting that filthy mongrel ahead of me.'
Noise of rabbit hiccups.
'I see you've added on to the family.'
turquoise skin turned plum with the blushing.
'They're lovely, each one. It's what I've been telling you for months now, you don't need me.'
Pleading eyes and begging chirps and pops.
'Well...' Wade peeked over the side. The family had dove back down, maybe he could get in a quick bit of fun. 'Okay, but only this one last time. And we'll make it swift.'
The fins brushed against half removed shorts, touched his flesh, made it damp and chilly.
He didn't need to search out the spot, he'd done this plenty already.
He remembered his hug.
The loyalty, leaving Punk behind to stay by HIS side, that was devotion that struck him down, cupid's arrow.
Right through his heart.
Their love making moments, their wedding, even simply a big goofy grin, all for him, that was the greatest thing to wake up, look forward to, fall asleep with, excluding the blasted snoring.
The hug, HIS hug, he'd never forget.
and he shot out fast, almost frantic, heavy weapon, battle cry.
Blue to plum to almost black the skin had changed, fish skin, eel, soft and rubbery, sleek and wet.
One final kiss and a big jumping splash followed by several more.
And they were gone, not for good, he prayed.
He remained staring out at the water, beautiful with the starlight and moonlight on it, reflecting his smile.
One last handful of crushed cereal sprinkled into the sea.
Longing for another hug, he turned the boat around and headed for shore.