Dolphin’s Ride – 2

Transformation

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Violet scales glimmered in the bright sun as they glided gently with the waves. Cerulean’s head bobbed on the water’s surface, staring at the white sand at the ocean’s edge. She was not far from her goal, but second thoughts seemed to invade her mind. She grabbed her head and yelled out towards the blue sky.

“What if Zaley was right!?”

She shook her head frantically, bright red from the sudden rush. Splashing water on her face, she heard the cackling of seagulls above. They where laughing at her. She shook a fist at them, sticking her tongue out.

“Yeah yeah! Squawk all you want! At least I still have my dignity!”

She knew right away that what she said made no sense, but for now she didn’t care. Somehow, the gulls had gotten to her. Seagulls were the only living creatures Cerulean absolutely hated. She scowled, folding her arms over her beaded chest.

“Damn gulls…”

The ivory birds remained above her, wailing away and circled like a flock of vultures. Deciding to ignore them, Cerulean swiftly made her way towards shore. The closer she got, the faster her heart raced, and the warmer the water grew. She hadn’t realized how big of a step this was towards freedom. Suddenly, she noticed that the water around her had lost a lot of the life it had further out. Coming to a slower pace, she glanced around, looking for at least a dolphin or two. Then it came, the polluted taste of human infested water. Her eyes felt like they were on fire, and rubbed them frantically, gagging on the horrendous taste.

“What do they do to their precious water?!”

Following her urge, she surfaced. She glanced around, noticing trash along the shore, and her heart sank. She hadn’t realized that the southern waters were treated with such disrespect. Back home in the artic, by the edge of Alaska, the people there treated water like it should be, and never threw trash in it. She blew bubbles in the water, feeling her stomach tighten with nervousness.

“I hope I didn’t pick the wrong place…”

As this thought reeled through her mind, a small wave pushed her forward, as if urging her on. After a swift worry moment and slight hesitation, she decided to follow the water’s will and followed the waves to shore, ready for impact.

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Hot sand acted as a cushion, catching Cerulean’s body as it landed upon the shore. Remembering the stories she heard as a child, she pushed her self up onto her elbows.

”Entire body, including tail, must be on dry sand…”

Her grandmother’s words echoed in her ears and she swung her tail so that her entirety was on dry sand. Closing her eyes, she felt expected pain explode throughout her tail. With a scream it grew and faded in pulses.

The feeling of being torn in half spread from her tail to her brain and the pain caused her to twitch violently across the sand. Her violet tail melted apart, dividing into two sections and molding into the shape of pale skinned legs. The violet faded, turning tan, to match her skin on her torso. Her tail fins molded into two tiny feet, each toe a different shade of blue.

At the base of her torso, her center appeared, causing her organs to painfully rearrange, to make room for her new reproductive system. After a few more spasms of intense pain and pleasure, Cerulean’s body fell still, clad in only her pink beaded top. Her breathing grew shallow, and she fell unconscious.

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End Chapter 2