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Unconventional Ocean Rescue
I can't believe they left me! Charon thought as she slogged through the flooding hallway. It literally would have taken them less time to wake me up from my nap than it took to prepare a lifeboat!
But it had been the freezing ocean water that had woken her in her bunk, causing her to go into full survival mode. She knew she didn't have time to panic or wonder why the passenger ship was sinking, or ask why she was left behind. All that mattered was that the ocean water was filling the ship and she needed to get out now.
Charon saw an open window beneath the water level in a passing room. Using her considerable strength, she pushed through the rising water as the ship lights flickered, then went out. By the time she got to the window, the push of the entering water was less as the pressure started to equal out. Useful for maneuverability, but a bad sign over all. Charon took in a great grasp of air just as it was overtaken by water and dove through the window, swimming as far as she could from the boat.
All around her stretched the sandy ocean floor, broken up by kelp forests and rocks. She looked around, then up, dismaying when she saw how far the surface was. Too far. She was too late. Still, she wasn't inclined to simply float and wait to drown, how ever short it would take, and began to swim towards the surface. Her lungs began to ache, her limbs were sluggish against the weight of the water over her, and still the surface wasn't anywhere near close to her. She was going to drown.
Do you want to live?a gentle female voice that was not Charon's asked.
Charon was too scared of dying to question who or what the voice was. She thought a desperate affirmative at it, struggling to keep herself from panicking.
Then allow me to help you...
All at once, all sensation left Charon. She was not breathing, but neither was she drowning. Had she died?
As her body slowly floated around her, Charon was astonished to see it begin to change. Her hands and feed merged and flattened into flippers. Her legs fused together, then into her body in a fat trunk. Her clothes vanished, replaced with a thick, warm fur, and she could feel her skull becoming more pointed and streamlined with her body. As she felt her eyes and pupils grow, the dark waters became clear to her. Once the transformation was complete, sensation trickled back into her, but she no longer felt crushed and smothered by the ocean's freezing water. The voice spoke gently to her again:
Surface, young one.
The need for breath returned and Charon flapped her fins, accidentally trying to swim like a human. Then her body corrected itself, a new instinct that convinced her weave her whole body upwards. She climbed dozens of feet with in seconds, and suddenly her muzzle and head broke the water to let her gasp in sweet, delicious night air. A ruckus of noise caused her to turn her head, spotting the sunken ship's lifeboats bobbing in the water among loose flotsam. The human survivors were talking and arguing among one another, but she found her new hearing couldn't make out the words. Instead, she focused on one particular human looking down at the water: Her fiancé.
Charon sank into the water, narrowing her eyes and growling. He had left her. There was no excuse to leave her to sink and die with the ship. It had been a small ship with less than twenty people on board, and he had known she was napping. He had left her. She had known he was selfish in the past, but it had always been laughed off, or a fun little thing to tease him about before she corrected. But this time he had gone too far.
He is no longer your concern, little one. Please come to the rocks to meet your new family.
The new sea lion felt some comfort in the kindly female voice, but she still wanted to be spiteful. She swam over to the lifeboat her fiancé was in, letting him get a good look at her before smacking her tail against the water and splashing him. He startled, spluttering on the water, but the other men laughed. At this range, she could make out the words.
"Ha! Must have disturbed its slumber from all the ruckus!" one crewman laughed. "Speaking of which, where's your lady?"
"Oh, shit! Charon? I, uh, um..." her fiancé stammered.
"You left your fiancé in the ship!?" a disturbed passenger shrieked.
As her ex tried to justify himself, peace fell over Charon. Justice would be served, even if she wouldn't be able to witness it.
Taking another deep breath, Charon dove back under the waves and began to follow her new instincts, ready to begin her new life. It wouldn't be a human one, but it was still better than betrayed and drowning at the bottom of the ocean.
If you like this, please comment so I know! I had fun working on this, so I hope you had fun looking it over, too!
But it had been the freezing ocean water that had woken her in her bunk, causing her to go into full survival mode. She knew she didn't have time to panic or wonder why the passenger ship was sinking, or ask why she was left behind. All that mattered was that the ocean water was filling the ship and she needed to get out now.
Charon saw an open window beneath the water level in a passing room. Using her considerable strength, she pushed through the rising water as the ship lights flickered, then went out. By the time she got to the window, the push of the entering water was less as the pressure started to equal out. Useful for maneuverability, but a bad sign over all. Charon took in a great grasp of air just as it was overtaken by water and dove through the window, swimming as far as she could from the boat.
All around her stretched the sandy ocean floor, broken up by kelp forests and rocks. She looked around, then up, dismaying when she saw how far the surface was. Too far. She was too late. Still, she wasn't inclined to simply float and wait to drown, how ever short it would take, and began to swim towards the surface. Her lungs began to ache, her limbs were sluggish against the weight of the water over her, and still the surface wasn't anywhere near close to her. She was going to drown.
Do you want to live?a gentle female voice that was not Charon's asked.
Charon was too scared of dying to question who or what the voice was. She thought a desperate affirmative at it, struggling to keep herself from panicking.
Then allow me to help you...
All at once, all sensation left Charon. She was not breathing, but neither was she drowning. Had she died?
As her body slowly floated around her, Charon was astonished to see it begin to change. Her hands and feed merged and flattened into flippers. Her legs fused together, then into her body in a fat trunk. Her clothes vanished, replaced with a thick, warm fur, and she could feel her skull becoming more pointed and streamlined with her body. As she felt her eyes and pupils grow, the dark waters became clear to her. Once the transformation was complete, sensation trickled back into her, but she no longer felt crushed and smothered by the ocean's freezing water. The voice spoke gently to her again:
Surface, young one.
The need for breath returned and Charon flapped her fins, accidentally trying to swim like a human. Then her body corrected itself, a new instinct that convinced her weave her whole body upwards. She climbed dozens of feet with in seconds, and suddenly her muzzle and head broke the water to let her gasp in sweet, delicious night air. A ruckus of noise caused her to turn her head, spotting the sunken ship's lifeboats bobbing in the water among loose flotsam. The human survivors were talking and arguing among one another, but she found her new hearing couldn't make out the words. Instead, she focused on one particular human looking down at the water: Her fiancé.
Charon sank into the water, narrowing her eyes and growling. He had left her. There was no excuse to leave her to sink and die with the ship. It had been a small ship with less than twenty people on board, and he had known she was napping. He had left her. She had known he was selfish in the past, but it had always been laughed off, or a fun little thing to tease him about before she corrected. But this time he had gone too far.
He is no longer your concern, little one. Please come to the rocks to meet your new family.
The new sea lion felt some comfort in the kindly female voice, but she still wanted to be spiteful. She swam over to the lifeboat her fiancé was in, letting him get a good look at her before smacking her tail against the water and splashing him. He startled, spluttering on the water, but the other men laughed. At this range, she could make out the words.
"Ha! Must have disturbed its slumber from all the ruckus!" one crewman laughed. "Speaking of which, where's your lady?"
"Oh, shit! Charon? I, uh, um..." her fiancé stammered.
"You left your fiancé in the ship!?" a disturbed passenger shrieked.
As her ex tried to justify himself, peace fell over Charon. Justice would be served, even if she wouldn't be able to witness it.
Taking another deep breath, Charon dove back under the waves and began to follow her new instincts, ready to begin her new life. It wouldn't be a human one, but it was still better than betrayed and drowning at the bottom of the ocean.
If you like this, please comment so I know! I had fun working on this, so I hope you had fun looking it over, too!
Category Artwork (Digital) / Transformation
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