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  "description": "A collection of five relatively short stories. Please check the individual summaries and themes to ensure they're things you're okay with reading.\n\nI've decided to also add little comments from me for each story, so this description actually sort of matters.\n\n6-1: Felt like writing something happier for once, though I of course still threw in a bit of peril. I feel that dragons and dolphins are a good pairing.\n\n6-2: This one stemmed from me finding out that that particular Sonic character turns into a dragon in their super form! I couldn't find any footage of them drowning like that in Sonic Superstars, and even the mod that brings her into Sonic Robo Blast 2 doesn't have a drowning sprite for her dragon form, so I took things into my own hands. This was originally going to be snuff, but I changed my mind during what would've been the last paragraph.\n\n6-3: Got in the mood for transformation stuff one day, banged this one out in about 6 hours. I like the idea of this sort of thing, where a person who's just recently been transformed takes some time to figure out the positives and negatives of their new body. Plus, big fan of transformation stuff where the subject is happy about it!\n\n6-4: Now THAT'S an obscure dragon! At least in my opinion. I haven't played RuneScape since OSRS was how the game just WAS. Kind of a funny concept, teaching about aquaphilia as if it's a completely normal subject.\n\n6-5: This one's coming to you from Toronto! Figured it'd be neat to do something involving a phoenix taking advantage of their ability to come back from dying. I know the phoenix in this story isn't the only one that enjoys using it like that...",
  "description_bbcode_parsed": "<span style='word-wrap: break-word;'>A collection of five relatively short stories. Please check the individual summaries and themes to ensure they&#039;re things you&#039;re okay with reading.<br /><br />I&#039;ve decided to also add little comments from me for each story, so this description actually sort of matters.<br /><br />6-1: Felt like writing something happier for once, though I of course still threw in a bit of peril. I feel that dragons and dolphins are a good pairing.<br /><br />6-2: This one stemmed from me finding out that that particular Sonic character turns into a dragon in their super form! I couldn&#039;t find any footage of them drowning like that in Sonic Superstars, and even the mod that brings her into Sonic Robo Blast 2 doesn&#039;t have a drowning sprite for her dragon form, so I took things into my own hands. This was originally going to be snuff, but I changed my mind during what would&#039;ve been the last paragraph.<br /><br />6-3: Got in the mood for transformation stuff one day, banged this one out in about 6 hours. I like the idea of this sort of thing, where a person who&#039;s just recently been transformed takes some time to figure out the positives and negatives of their new body. Plus, big fan of transformation stuff where the subject is happy about it!<br /><br />6-4: Now THAT&#039;S an obscure dragon! At least in my opinion. I haven&#039;t played RuneScape since OSRS was how the game just WAS. Kind of a funny concept, teaching about aquaphilia as if it&#039;s a completely normal subject.<br /><br />6-5: This one&#039;s coming to you from Toronto! Figured it&#039;d be neat to do something involving a phoenix taking advantage of their ability to come back from dying. I know the phoenix in this story isn&#039;t the only one that enjoys using it like that...</span>",
  "writing": "-----------------------------------------------\nStory 1 summary: A dragoness and a dolphin explore underwater together\nThemes: Romance, breath holding, air sharing\n-----------------------------------------------\nBubbles trickled from the dark blue scaled dragoness' nostrils as she swam just above the seabed about 70 feet down. It had been several minutes since she first went underwater, but she was still doing just fine thanks to her strong lungs as she searched around. While she was quite familiar with this area, what she was looking for wouldn't just be staying in one place, though it at least frequented the area. As she began hearing familiar, excited squeaks and whistles, she smiled between her puffed cheeks as it seemed they'd been the one to find her this time.\n\nBefore she could quite determine where the sounds were coming from, she was surprised as their source rushed toward her and pressed a pair of flippers against her in a hug, which she returned. This dolphin, somewhat smaller than her, wasn't just any random dolphin - he was the dragoness' boyfriend. The two had met about a year prior, and after spending some time together, they'd quickly grown to love each other, and eventually even began to understand each other's languages. Right now, the dragoness could feel the dolphin's chest heaving - he was pushing his breath holding, as both of them enjoyed doing. Ignoring his need for air for the moment, the dolphin whistled that he'd found a cave nearby that he wanted to explore with her. With a nod, the dragoness let go and resumed swimming as the dolphin led the way.\n\nAs the two swam, the dolphin's lack of oxygen slowly became increasingly clear, as they'd let out little grunts more and more often over time. The dragoness wasn't worried about him, she knew he'd surface before he'd start to risk drowning. In the meantime, she just watched him strain, smiling at him... Eventually, the two got to the cave's entrance, and while the dragoness started returning to the surface to breathe, the dolphin stayed put, explaining that he wanted to finish his breath hold first. Seeing no reason to leave him, the dragoness returned, sitting on the sandy seabed next to him. She actually had bigger and stronger lungs than he did, with nearly double his breath holding record thanks to how much more air she could hold in, so she wouldn't have to worry about missing anything.\n\nThe two waited together, as the dolphin's struggles continued getting more intense and the dragoness watched. Eventually, as a purple blush formed on the dolphin's face, his cheeks puffed up, and tiny bubbles started trickling from his blowhole, he finally bolted for the surface, the dragoness following. They both got there without issue, and the dolphin gasped heavily, panting, while the dragoness was still just fine, helping support him so he could more easily stay at the surface. As the dolphin caught his breath, the dragoness gave him a little kiss on the forehead, wagging her tail some when he squeaked a little in response. After some time to relax, the two agreed to get started, taking deep breaths for a while before diving back down, swimming into the cave.\n\nAlthough the inside of the cave was dark, the dolphin navigated with echolocation, which even the dragoness had been starting to get a feel for, following the sound from the dolphin. She did still keep a paw in front of her to keep from bumping into anything, though. After a few minutes of swimming in pitch black, there was finally some blue light up ahead... And they quickly found that the source of it, a big crystal surrounded by glowing algae! The dragoness' eyes went wide at the sight, and she excitedly looked around, but soon noticed the dolphin wasn't as excited, and he was blushing some... He explained that he'd found this before, and felt that it'd be nice to relax in there with her, even having made a makeshift bed out of some of the algae. Sure enough, some algae had been piled up in one spot, and looked like it'd be comfortable. It was perfect!\n\nThe dragoness happily swam down to lay on the moss bed, the dolphin laying next to her, and they both hugged. The algae was indeed surprisingly nice to lay on, and little bits of it were sticking to the two divers, making them glow blue. Without a care in the world, even for air, they both cuddled there for some time, calmly holding their breath as the minutes ticked by. Occasionally, one would blow a few bubbles, followed up by the other doing the same, helping ease their lungs as an urge to breathe was very slowly growing. Even as the dolphin's chest started to heave every now and then, he was clearly still enjoying being with his girlfriend.\n\nEventually, after they'd both been underwater 10 minutes, the dolphin whined a little and squirmed in the dragoness' hug. She knew what that meant, and gently tapped his blowhole to ask if he wanted air, getting a nod in response. Adjusting position, the dragoness pressed her lips to the dolphin's blowhole, and after ensuring that she was doing it properly, started exhaling into him. She felt his chest expand with her breath, and though some bubbles escaped, very little air was wasted through the practiced motion. Once the dolphin was full on air again, his cheeks puffing with the little extra he was given, another tap to him signaled that the dragoness was done, and he closed his blowhole again before she lay back down. The dolphin nuzzled her in thanks, rubbing a cheek against the dragoness' own, before they both fully relaxed again.\n\nSome more time later, both of them were in need of air. While they tried to relax for a bit longer, it was harder and harder to do, until they couldn't any more. It was about time for them to get air again. Getting up and jumping off the bed, the dragoness and dolphin started going back out again. Thoroughly coated in the glowing algae, they could actually see a bit this time as they swam through the tunnel. It was a frustratingly long trip through, the two running lower and lower on breath as the dolphin whined again. Most of the way along, they could just make out in the blue glow that their blushes had darkened, likely to purple, as each of them now had a burning in their lungs that was just getting worse. The dragoness knew she'd be able to share her air again if needed, but also that that would leave her with very little left for herself... But, if the dolphin got close to drowning, she wouldn't hesitate. She could take getting a bit of water in her.\n\nThe dolphin puffed his cheeks again, as the dragoness' cheeks slowly grew, but not too long after, the outside sunlight was finally becoming visible! They both rushed forward, beginning to leave a trail of bubbles, and soon were finally outside again. Quickly adjusting their direction, they went straight upward as the dolphin's cheeks reached their limit in size, their blush turning blue as bubbles streamed from the visibly quivering blowhole. The dragoness was still doing better than him, still just having a purple blush, but she wasn't all that far off. The two rapidly swam, losing more and more air in a trail of bubbles below them... And finally, they made it!\n\nBoth of the two let out huge gasps, the dolphin more so, and they coughed a few times from the tiny bit of water they'd taken in from that. The dragoness still had the wherewithal to help the dolphin stay on the surface like before, and the two panted together as they recovered, their blushes fading back to red before slowly going away. As dangerous as the trip had ended up being, both of them had still had a great time together, and after another kiss from the dragoness, they each got another deep breath before diving once more. They still hadn't been out there long together, and there was plenty more fun to be had!\n\n\n\n\n-----------------------------------------------\nStory 2 summary: Trip the sungazer uses her super form to raid one of Eggman's bases\nThemes (Mature): Drowning, bondage\n-----------------------------------------------\nIn a mountainous region nearly untouched by any sort of occupation, a rumbling could be heard as what looked like a spiked red and orange ring made its way up a cliff face before jumping onto its top, uncurling itself in the process. The person it really was - Trip, a sungazer - landed a few feet from the edge and looked ahead. Sure enough, there was her target, some distance away: One of Eggman's outposts. During a previous mission to a different base, Trip had learned of this hidden one that was mostly underground, and that it specialized in capturing and containing animals to later power Badniks. Trip wasn't going to stand for it, and after borrowing a certain set of 7 emeralds and making her way here while gathering as many rings as possible, she was ready to free the animals and tear the place down.\n\nSince she wasn't far off now, Trip decided it was time. Getting out the chaos emeralds, she let them circle around her as she concentrated, a glow forming around her... And, with a flash of gold light, she transformed into her super form, a golden dragon! After taking a moment to look herself over, still enjoying the novelty of this relatively recently dicovered capability of hers, she glared at the base with a look of determination. Trip unfurled her new wings and leaped into the air to start flying, heading straight toward the base to get started on her assault and rescue.\n\nWith the power the chaos emeralds gave her, tearing through the base was almost effortless. Badniks were smashed apart left and right, all of them using power sources other than animals, as the dragon worked her way to the base's deepest point. It didn't take all that long for her to get there, and she flew about as she looked around for the prison... Soon, she found a room with a large set of cages, each one having a lot of animals inside! Trip entered the room and began pulling the cages apart, before she noticed something odd. The animals seemed to be perfectly still, and weren't reacting to her... Lightly tapping one with a claw to no avail, she gently turned it around.\n\nIt was a doll. And as Trip quickly looked around the room, that was true of all the \"animals\" there. After a moment of confusion, she heard the room's door slam shut. This was a trap! She quickly flew to the door to get it open as soon as possible, knowing this almost certainly wasn't going to be the end of it... And, sure enough, as she confirmed she was strong enough to eventually pry it open, she started hearing an increasing rumbling around her. Trip recognized the sound just before what it was became an issue; water began rushing into the room through little holes in the ceiling! Water, and the resulting lack of air, was one of the few things the chaos emeralds couldn't defend against...\n\nTrip continued struggling with the door, slowly bending its metal as the room was fairly quickly flooding. Before long, she had to tilt her head back to keep breathing, and soon after that she gasped a breath and held it as the water overtook her completely. It still had some time before it'd reach the ceiling, and, making the most of it, the dragon put everything she had into prying at the door. It was getting easier at least, but as the room outside became visible again, she saw that it wasn't just this trap room that was flooding; it was likely that the whole base was!\n\nQuickly checking above her to see what the water level was at, and seeing it was almost full, Trip kicked off the floor and quickly swam up into the dwindling amount of air to refresh herself. What she could get here was going to have to last her until she could find more somewhere else in the base, likely from bubbles... She cursed herself for having already used the blue emerald's water form ability on the way to the base. Too soon, the water was only a foot away from the ceiling, and Trip panted heavily to get herself fully ready, before getting one last deep breath just before it claimed the last few inches. Not wasting a moment, she swam back down to get back to working on the door.\n\nAnother 30 seconds, and there was FINALLY a big enough gap in the door for the dragon to just barely fit through with a bit of struggle. She began what would be a bit of a lengthy swim back outside, the dragon's previous confidence entirely gone and replaced with visible nervousness, her cheeks bulging out. At least all the badniks had been cleared out already... And it WAS kind of nice that she wouldn't have to worry about getting any animals outside, as well. But she hadn't considered there'd be any risk to HERSELF on this mission!\n\nA couple minutes passed, and the dragon's chest had become uncomfortable enough to begin heaving. This was already the longest Trip had ever held her breath; normally she wasn't particularly good at that, but it seemed her super form helped her out in that regard. Still, her increasingly strained grunts echoed in the otherwise nearly silent base... Until they were joined by a whirring behind her. Before she could even look to see what it was, something wrapped around Trip's back feet and pulled her backward, making her yelp out bubbles in surprise!\n\nAs she was being pulled, she did manage to see what it was. Some kind of badnik she didn't recognize was built into one of the walls behind her, reeling her in with steel cables! She tried to fight against it, but even her super form couldn't swim forcefully enough to manage it, and she was pulled against the wall before more cables wrapped around her, pinning her in place. Even now, it was holding her so tightly she almost couldn't move at all, just squirming in place as the badnik... Did nothing. Trip quickly realized: It wasn't intended to hurt or capture her, it was meant to keep her from leaving in time. And it seemed quite good at that as well.\n\nBubbles were occasionally growled out by the frustrated dragon as she fought her bindings, barely able to do more than move her head and tail. Every second that passed, her chance of getting out of this base grew slimmer, and her lungs were starting to burn! A strong heave of her chest forced out a burst of bubbles, and Trip whimpered as a purple blush began forming on her face... She couldn't keep her composure any more, and fiercely struggled in the badnik's hold, putting everything she had into escaping. Her tail slapped against the wall, she tried to bite at the cables, she pulled as hard as she could, and she heard the cables start to strain...\n\nWith one more yank on the cables, they began to snap at last! With her front legs freed, it was easier to break the others, quickly freeing the rest of her as the badnik loudly beeped in response to its damage. Once Trip was entirely free, she turned around and smashed the badnik as hard as she could, blowing it apart, before bolting back on her path toward the surface. She could still make it, she HAD to make it! Bubbles trickled from her quivering lips as her chest constantly heaved, her swimming having turned frantic, a desperate burning now being in her lungs...\n\nSoon starting to rebreathe in her cheeks, Trip was at her limit. Her blush was blue now, and her vision blurred as her body shivered from how badly she needed to breathe... Until she had to stop as she lost a burst of bubbles, awkwardly and ineffectually trying to cover her mouth with her front paws. She could almost hear a countdown start up in what she knew was going to be the last few seconds of her breath hold, and she frantically looked around for some kind of air source, but still, the only air around was in the bubbles she was continuing to spill into the water. She did everything she could to hold on just a little longer; kicking her back legs, rapidly flicking her tail back and forth, tightly shutting her eyes in strain... But increasingly large clusters of bubbles kept being lost, and in the end, there was no stopping it.\n\nTrip arched her back and finally had to uncover her mouth, exhaling a huge cloud of stale bubbles before instinctively beginning to swim up... Then was interrupted by water rushing down her throat, her uncaring body gasping whatever was around. Her swimming stopped as she tried to grab at her neck, desperately coughing up the water just to take in a second lungful, followed by a third, then fourth... She thrashed about in the water as she quickly gave up on trying to hold her neck, choking and gurgling, not able to focus enough to keep swimming. The drowning dragon tried a few times to swallow the water instead of inhaling it, and she did manage it once, but just gasped once again right after. She'd have taken the desperate breath holding over this, this was SO much worse!\n\nHalf a minute passed as Trip painfully choked, before everything started going numb, the pain mercifully beginning to fade. Her frantic gasps turned to panting, slowing further and further as her struggles began to die down. Having flooded lungs, and not trying to swim, she began to sink toward the metal floor below, a hiccup forcing out the very last bubbles she had. With a fully blue face, she settled onto the bottom, rapidly having more and more trouble staying awake as her breathing slowed past what would be a casual pace. Trip's mouth hung open as her now-purple tongue dangled from it, and after briefly and slowly looking around to remember what she was doing, she assumed she was facing the right way and awkwardly began to walk forward... For all of 10 seconds, before she lifted both her right legs at once without thinking and fell onto her side.\n\nBy now there were a few seconds between each of her slow, useless breaths, an occasional hiccup making her body shudder a bit. She was too weak to get back up now, and she simply lay on her side, trying to continue breathing as if it would do anything. Each inhale took more effort than the last, and the exhales more so, until she found herself unable to push out a watery breath she'd taken. At this point, she just wanted to sleep, feeling absolutely exhausted... Her vision slowly faded, though she could only barely comprehend her surroundings any more regardless, one more hiccup keeping her awake just a little longer. For a moment, she thought that she could see some kind of green shape moving toward her... And that was the last thing she saw before losing consciousness, her eyes still partly open.\n\n\nThe next thing Trip knew, she was hacking up water, desperately trying to get air back in her lungs as she was gently rolled onto her side by something. She was in her normal form again, and outside as well... As she recovered, she managed to look around and see who had saved her: A tall green crocodile person, as soaked as she was, his expression a mix of concern and relief. After confirming Trip was okay, he explained he'd been investigating a quite similar rumor to what she had heard, and had very luckily happened across her just in time. With a hoarse thank you from the sungazer, and confirmation that the chaos emeralds were still with the two, the crocodile helped her up and began leading her back to civilization.\n\n\n\n\n-----------------------------------------------\nStory 3 summary: Having become an anthro orca in their sleep, a person explores what things will be like in their new body\nThemes: Post transformation, swimming\n-----------------------------------------------\nChris woke covered in sweat, finding himself overheated. After quickly pulling down the blankets to let himself cool off, he sighed. It was always so annoying when that happened, especially in the middle of winter like this... And it seemed like he hadn't been sleeping well in general tonight, as he felt heavy, things seemed a bit louder, and his feet hung off the end of his bed. Without really thinking, he pulled himself up a bit, bumping his head on the headboard in the process. Even then, his feet were mostly off his bed, but he was too groggy to feel like figuring out why. A glance over at his clock told him it was 2:17 AM; he was still going to have to get back to sleep. With another sigh, he rolled onto his back-\n\nA jolt of pain from the middle of his back made him scramble back onto his side, before confusion took over as his tiredness began to fade. It felt like something was protruding from his back... And he could feel that thing laying on the mattress. As Chris went to inspect whatever it was, another oddity made itself known, something from lower down his back sliding on the mattress some as he moved, long and dangling over the edge... Changing course as fear rose within him, he fumbled for the lamp on the nightstand and tried to mentally prepare himself for the discovery of what was happening.\n\nThe light was turned on, and after a moment of squinting as his eyes adjusted, he looked over himself... And recognized nothing. His body was mostly black, with his front being white, a fin and long tail laying to his side. After a moment of stunned staring, he jumped from his bed to rush for the bathroom, completely uncaring of his new tail knocking some things over and just barely keeping his head from hitting the door frames. Was this just a dream? Or was he hallucinating for some reason? Whatever the case was, he needed to properly see what he now looked like.\n\nArriving in the bathroom, turning on the light, and looking in the mirror, he confirmed his suspicions as he saw a similarly black face with white spots looking back at him. Somehow, he'd become an anthro orca. For several minutes, he just stared at his reflection, his hands gripping the sink. Chris had always loved cetaceans - orcas in particular were his favorite - but, to actually BE one? He wasn't sure how to feel. After a while, he looked down at his hands. They were webbed, like his feet now were. Whatever had done this had apparently taken some liberties with it... The sight of his hands quickly reminded him to check whether it was a dream. He repeatedly glanced at them, the number of fingers staying consistent... The text of a nearby soap bottle wasn't changing either... This was real.\n\nStill in disbelief, he ran a hand along his head, feeling how smooth he'd become... Then paused as he felt a slight circular indent, discovering his blowhole. Uncovering it, he looked at it in the mirror as he experimentally opened and closed it a few times, somehow knowing how to do so. It felt perfectly natural to manipulate the flap of skin meant to keep it shut, as if he'd been born with it, and he'd already breathed through it a couple times without even realizing. He ran a finger along the rim of his blowhole, before gently poking at its inside, shuddering at the resulting discomfort. Going any deeper than that likely wouldn't be a good idea.\n\nNext, Chris did his best to look behind himself and inspect his tail, swaying it back and forth. It too felt normal, and the weight of it felt nicer than he expected. It was fairly thick, and seemed to be about half as long as he was tall, the new instincts he'd somehow gotten making sure he kept it from dragging on the floor. Seeing the flukes on the end of it reminded him he'd need to test out swimming at some point, though that was probably going to have to wait. While he had a fairly sizable pool, swimming in winter wouldn't go well... Then, a thought occurred to him. Orcas have blubber, so maybe he did now too? It would explain why he'd been so hot when he'd woken up.\n\nDeciding to go for it, and that getting back to sleep was a lost cause, he began making his way to his backyard pool. Finally noticing his new height, Chris estimated he'd grown by... Roughly 3 feet. It made sense, orcas are pretty big after all. He'd be needing a bigger bed, and to figure out some way to keep from crushing his dorsal fin like he almost had before. Lost in thought for the moment, he absentmindedly grabbed a pair of goggles before he stopped at the back door. This was the moment of truth... Bracing himself for potentially getting very cold very fast, he opened the door and stepped into his backyard.\n\nIt felt... Perfectly fine. Even the snow still felt warm to him as he turned on the outdoor lights and headed over to the pool. Putting aside any worries about the temperature, his thoughts turned to him potentially being seen. He did have a privacy fence around his backyard, and it was tall enough to still fully obscure him even with his increased height, but it wasn't by much. He'd have to be sure not to raise his arms too high.\n\nOnce he got to the pool, Chris pulled its cover off, finding that the surface of the water was frozen. Though, after a firm smack to it, it nearly broke right then, so he wasn't going to be having any issues. He went to put on his goggles, before pausing and looking at them. He likely didn't actually have any use for them any more... He set them down next to the pool just in case, then punched through some of the ice above the deep end to make a way to get down there. As he cleared away the broken ice, he couldn't help but get a little excited for his dive. As much as he liked swimming, he wasn't that good at holding his breath, his previous record being only just beyond a minute and a half. He'd almost certainly have quite the advantage now, and he wondered just how far he could go.\n\nDipping his legs into the water, he felt more confident as he noticed it still only barely felt cold to him at all. He hoped that was still going to be the case once he actually went under. Ready to find out, he took a deep breath through his blowhole and held it as he pushed off the edge and dove underwater, reflexively closing his eyes for the moment. Sure enough, to him it was pleasantly cool! And as he felt his feet hit the bottom 12 feet down, Chris slowly opened his eyes, finding he could see perfectly fine as well. Smiling, he puffed out some bubbles from his blowhole as he began trying out swimming in his new form.\n\nHe'd expected to be a lot better at swimming now that he was an orca, but he was even better than he thought he'd be, reaching the opposite end of the 20 foot long pool in just a couple seconds! He couldn't stand up there because of the ice, and there wasn't even room to sit, but he decided to just lay on the bottom there for a little while, on his front instead of his back this time. About a minute passed with no issues at all, before Chris remembered something about orcas that he decided to check if he now shared, putting a couple fingers to his neck to feel his pulse. Sure enough, it was quite a lot slower than normal, sitting at what would otherwise be a disconcerting one beat every couple seconds. His new dive reflex would certainly be adding quite a lot to his breath holding ability.\n\nSeveral more minutes passed, and he was still almost no worse for wear, though he was feeling an urge to breathe now. While he hadn't brought his stopwatch, he knew he was FAR beyond his record now, and it was surreal to be underwater for so long. His mind raced with all the possibilities of aquatic places he could explore with a breath hold like this, and he knew he HAD to find a way to get to the ocean at some point. He'd just have to figure out how to get there unseen... Or maybe accept how famous he'd be for being an anthro animal? As far as he knew, he was the only one.\n\nAfter some more time, Chris decided to test one last thing before he'd surface. Closing his eyes again and focusing on listening, he tried to make some noise, letting out a little squeaking sound as he tried out echolocation. And, it worked, as he nearly instantly knew where everything in the pool was in relation to him, even able to make out the ladder and the hole in the ice. He blew more bubbles in satisfaction, the air pooling on the underside of the ice above him, before he began swimming once more to head for the hole in the ice, wanting to surface again. Before he fully went up, he got the top of his head above the water and tried breathing through his blowhole without truly surfacing. While it did work, it was one of the weirdest feelings he'd experienced in this form yet, being able to breathe while his eyes were underwater...\n\nNearly fully satisfied with his research into his changes - though still wishing he knew what had caused them - he surfaced and pulled himself back onto the edge of the pool. He smiled as he looked over his body once again, his new appearance starting to be familiar to him. Without question, he was going to enjoy this far more than being human! He was just going to have to get used to ducking a lot in his house...\n\n\n\n\n-----------------------------------------------\nStory 4 summary: Mr. Mordaut (From Runescape) gives a lesson on aquaphilia\nThemes (Mature): Aquaphilia (obv.), bubbletalking, breath holding, intentional water breathing\n-----------------------------------------------\nThe class was beginning to grow restless, as a couple minutes had passed since class was supposed to begin and the teacher was nowhere to be found... Finally, the door opens, and after a short delay, a red quadrupedal dragon wearing glasses enters, wheeling a tank of water a bit bigger than him into the room as well. \"Sorry about the delay! This tank is quite harder to move than I was expecting.\" Someone sighs, cancelling their 15 minute timer.\n\nThe dragon, Mr. Mordaut, sits at his desk at the front of the room, the tank positioned next to it. \"So, I imagine you're wondering why I've brought in a tank of water? I've been requested to give a specific, and admittedly strange, lesson today, on aquaphilia.\" He writes \"aquaphilia\" on the blackboard, underlining it. \"Coming from the Latin word for water, and one of the Greek words for love, aquaphilia refers to having an interest and enjoyment in water, often including submerging in it. Now, it CAN be a sexual interest, but we will not be discussing that here, I'm sure you can simply look up that aspect of it for yourselves if you're interested. Before I actually get started, there's something VERY important I need to make clear. If you only pay attention to one thing in this lesson, make it this.\" His expression turns grim.\n\n\"Aquaphilia tends to be a type of breathplay, and breathplay is DANGEROUS. If you're careless, it CAN and WILL kill you. Never go far with it alone; I've heard of people dying from things going wrong, including an artist I enjoyed the work of.\" He calms down again after a moment, able to tell from the expressions of his students that he's gotten the point across. \"With that out of the way, let's begin.\"\n\nTaking off his glasses and setting them on his desk before putting on a pair of goggles, Mr. Mordaut climbs into the tank, careful not to spill its water. \"Firstly, we'll be starting simple. Some aquaphiles enjoy simply being underwater in general, calmly swimming and blowing bubbles. There isn't enough room to really swim in this tank, so I'll just relax in place instead. And one thing to note, movement uses oxygen, so the more you just stay still, the longer you can hold your breath.\" After a few breaths to prepare, he gasps down one more and holds it before diving, puffing his cheeks. Some bubbles leak from the dragon's nostrils as he settles onto the bottom of the tank, and he adjusts to lay down. For some time, he calmly stays there, puffing out occasional bursts of bubbles and clearly beginning to genuinely enjoy himself over time.\n\nAbout a minute in, he returns to the surface, momentarily breathing a bit heavier to catch his breath. \"That may seem pretty basic, but for some aquaphiles it's enough. Now, next, something that should be quite a bit more interesting... Some aquaphiles enjoy something referred to as \"bubbletalking\" - put simply, it's when someone tries to talk underwater. It's a difficult thing, both to do and to understand, and I personally don't see how it could be appealing, but I'll demonstrate regardless.\" Mr. Mordaut quickly takes a breath before dipping his head underwater and looking out at the class, then opens his mouth to speak. \"Hblellblo evbleryblone, cabln yoblu unblderblstablnd mble?\" Bubbles tumble from his mouth, obscuring his speech, before he surfaces.\n\n\"If you're curious, I said \"Hello everyone, can you understand me?\". It wasn't easy to understand, was it? I've heard that some people can talk much more clearly underwater, but I've never met anyone that claims they can. Regardless, here's a few more sentences as examples, see how many you can make out.\" With another gasp, he returns underwater. \"Mbly nablme ibls Mblr. Moblrdablut. Ibl mably ble abl drblagobln, bublt Ibl'm noblt gobling tblo eablt yoblu. Dblo yoblu knblow whblere Ibl cabln fiblnd aiblr?\" He looks a bit strained as he finishes, having used up nearly all his air on talking, and he surfaces with a gasp. \"S-see, there's another issue with bubbletalking, you kind of NEED that air... Anyway, what I said was \"My name is Mr. Mordaut. I may be a dragon, but I'm not going to eat you. Do you know where I can find air?\".\"\n\n\"There's one more thing to cover now, the last of the common interests of aquaphiles, and certainly rather strange. They tend to enjoy holding their breath underwater for an extreme amount of time, relative to the limits of their body. This will take a while, and I won't be able to talk without losing air, so here's one thing to look for as I demonstrate this: Once I've been holding my breath a while, watch my chest. As carbon dioxide builds up, someone holding their breath will have contractions, also referred to as convulsions and heaves, where their chest sucks in for a moment, becoming more frequent and intense as the hold continues. So, watch for that if you like, I'll do my best to remember to keep it easily visible.\"\n\nMr. Mordaut does some deep breathing, before once again holding his breath and returning underwater. Laying on the bottom of the tank again, this time he closes his eyes and makes an effort to keep from losing air instead of bubbling it out. Some time passes as he relaxes as much as he can, passing the time he'd reached on the first dive, then doubling it... At the two and a half minute mark, as he feels his first contraction, the dragon adjusts to sit and gestures to his chest with a claw. Not long after that, his chest visibly sucks in a bit before pushing back out, making him release a small cluster of bubbles with a grunt. As he'd said it would, the contractions gradually happen more often, marking his increasing lack of oxygen.\n\nEventually, 4 minutes have passed since the dragon last took a breath. He tightly shuts his eyes in strain, his cheeks puffing bigger as a claw moves to cover his mouth. His grunts and whines start to be audible from outside the tank, and a contraction happens every second or two as he struggles to hold his breath. A burst of bubbles gets loose from him before he covers his mouth with his other claw, laying back down on his front for a moment before remembering to keep his chest visible, at which point he flips onto his back instead. Gradually, his red-scaled cheeks begin to tint purple, and he begins to subtly shiver from how badly he needs air. The bubbling is constant now despite him covering his mouth, and Mr. Mordaut's contractions begin to look more like hiccups as he forces himself to keep going, slowly closing in on potentially beginning to drown.\n\nJust after 5 minutes had gone by, as his cheeks go blue and his constant contractions become strong enough for the outline of his ribs to show past his scales, his lungs begin to give out as he starts exhaling a cloud of bubbles. Frantic and visibly afraid, he immediately pushes himself off the bottom and swims for the surface, splashing water out of the tank and gasping heavily. He holds onto the side of the tank as he repeatedly gasps, his cheeks going back to normal while he slowly calms. \"I-I think that... W-was a new record...\" He smiles a bit, and waits to catch his breath before he says anything else.\n\n\"It takes a lot of willpower to do a breath hold like that, it's rare even among aquaphiles. I'm lucky to be able to tap into some draconic determination... Anyway, that's all I've been requested to talk about, but there's one more thing I'd like to try, involving a bit of research. We all know that air-breathing folks don't do well with breathing water, but how exactly does it feel? I'm going to find out. And, obviously, this is NOT a recommendation for you to try this. Do NOT do this, this is a BAD idea. I'm only doing it at all because dragons are so tough, it shouldn't be as much issue for me as it'd be for you.\" After a moment of consideration of whether he should really do this, Mr. Mordaut holds his breath once more and submerges.\n\nHe sits down on the bottom and opens his mouth, mentally preparing for what he's about to do... And after a few seconds, he starts drawing in water. Just a moment later, he seizes up, his eyes going wide and both claws going to his throat as he holds in the water he'd inhaled without really thinking. A couple more seconds pass, before he starts coughing heavily and scrambles back up to the surface, going into a coughing fit for another 20 seconds or so. Once he's recovered a bit, he looks out at the class again. \"O-okay, so... Th-that felt pretty bad. I don't think it even got to my lungs, it might've been worse if it did... But, that's already about enough of that.\n\n\"So... Any questions?\"\n\n\n\n\n-----------------------------------------------\nStory 5 summary: A phoenix ends up drowning, but when he revives he realizes he's an aquaphile\nThemes (Adult): Unwilling drowning, willing drowning, excessive cum\n-----------------------------------------------\nIt's a quiet and sunny day out in the ocean, with no intelligent life around, just fish going about their usual lives. Then, with a great splash, that changes; a large bird with bright orange and red feathers dives in, his cheeks bulging with extra air and a smile visible on his beak. He pauses a moment to orient himself, idly kicking his talons to stay in place while he looks around. The nearby fish make little note of him beyond keeping their distance from the unknown visitor, but he'd certainly be a sight to see for anyone else, having nearly a 10 foot wingspan.\n\nSatisfied with his time taking in the surroundings, the bird begins to swim deeper toward the seabed. While he may not be an aquatic bird, nor have a particularly good breath hold, he's always felt an attraction to water, and would nearly always dive as deep as he could in whatever body of water he may find himself in. This dive is no different, and before too long he's 80 feet underwater, swimming in place just above the sand on the bottom. A few little bubbles seep from his beak, before he begins swimming along the bottom in search of something interesting, kicking his talons and stroking with his huge wings.\n\nSome distance away, past some kelp, a bright multicolored area catches his eye... A reef! It's too far for him to reach it on this breath, as he's already beginning to strain just a little, but he decides to at least progress toward it, pushing himself to see how close he can get. Gradually, little grunts and spurts of bubbles become more and more common, the inside of the bird's chest feeling like it's heating up... After a total of 3 minutes of holding his breath, just getting into the patch of kelp as his beak begins to tremble, he's had enough. He descends just a little, before jumping from the bottom, starting to quickly swim up-\n\nThen abruptly stopping, feeling something around one of his talons. He's gotten kelp wrapped around him, keeping him from ascending! Panic starts to fill the bird as his lungs burn, a purple blush forming on his face as he thrashes about in a fruitless attempt to free himself, soon holding his beak with one wing, then the other not long after. Tightly shutting his eyes while his blush begins to tint blue, bubbles stream away as he fights to hold his breath, knowing he wouldn't be able to surface even if he were freed right at this moment... But, he doesn't even get that.\n\nHe throws his head back as he squawks out stale air, frantically trying to swim up, before he inhales. His squawks turn to gurgles, water filling his lungs, and his thrashing becomes even less effective as he now simply flails about, rapidly growing dizzy and lightheaded. Mercifully, the pain of drowning slowly dulls, and the bird begins to sink back down as he still makes weak attempts at escaping, but it's simply not working. He settles down onto the sand, blearily staring up at the surface, watching the very last bubbles float toward it... Before looking down at himself, noticing his now-purple cock is fully erect. He only barely has the wherewithal to question why that's the case before his eyes slowly close, and he goes limp, fully drowned.\n\nAbout a minute passes, the only movements of the bird being from his feathers being lightly pushed by the ambient currents, as his heart soon comes to a stop, his life fading... But, he's no normal bird. He's a phoenix, and if there's anything phoenixes are bad at, it's staying dead.\n\nHis feathers begin to glow, subtly at first but growing in intensity, before becoming bright enough to obscure him... Then, the light fades. Already the phoenix looks better; his cock is back to its normal color, and his blue blush is nowhere to be found. On top of that, he shifts, slowly awakening once more, stretching his revitalized muscles and instinctually holding a new breath. It takes a moment for him to remember where he is, and he jolts to full awareness and holds a wing to his beak for a moment when he makes that realization. This was far from his first death, but he'd never resurrected underwater before.\n\nRemembering what he'd seen in his previous life's last moments, he looks over at his cock and burbles in confusion, wondering why he'd gotten so aroused. Well, this was the first time he'd drowned... Maybe that had something to do with it? Figuring he'd experiment, the phoenix gets up, getting a reminder that his talon still has kelp wrapped around it. Far more calm than before, he simply snips through kelp with his beak without much effort and resumes his swim, deciding to head for the reef to do his experiment there.\n\nFeeling the water brushing over his erection makes the phoenix both shudder a little in pleasure and wonder how it took him so long to get a suspicion he's more into water than he realized. He'd been around for a few centuries, after all. But, he tries to put his confusion aside as he arrives in the reef, just beginning to feel an urge to breathe again. He settles onto a rock to sit down, giving some passing fish a smile, before getting to business.\n\nReaching a wing down, he strokes his cock, already feeling a bit better than he generally does when masturbating. He bubbles out some air in a somewhat exaggerated moan that quickly becomes genuine, as the intentional loss of air makes him feel even better. With that, he's confirmed it for himself: He's become an aquaphile. Smiling at his increasing need to breathe, he continues to jack off. Normally it takes the phoenix a fair bit longer to climax than he can hold his breath, but he feels it might go differently now...\n\nHis lungs gradually resume burning, and for once he doesn't try to ignore it, in fact trying to focus on it. He grunts and twitches, his chest heaving and forcing out bubbles, and he puts his free wing back on his beak in the hope of lasting longer. The pleasure builds at almost the same rate as his need to breathe, but the struggling and purple-faced phoenix isn't sure it's going to be enough... He continues though, enjoying himself regardless and fully willing to drown again, this time intentionally, and wondering whether a willing drowning will feel better than an unwilling one.\n\nHe doesn't have to wait long. Bubbles stream from his beak despite his effort in holding it shut, he curls his talons and shivers, a burst of bubbles follows a strained and nervous chirp, and as a spurt of precum leaks from his cock, he reaches his limit for the second time on this long dive. Another cloud of bubbles erupts away, and water rushes into his lungs once more. Since he now knows how it feels to breathe water, the phoenix is able to mentally prepare himself; the pain is the same, and he chokes just as hard as before, but this time he mostly keeps from panicking.\n\nHe bolts for the surface, clutching at his neck with one wing while continuing to jack off with the other, before he manages to stop himself from swimming up. It takes everything he has to force himself to stay down as he can't keep himself from gasping again and again, and he barely notices that his masturbation is feeling even better.\n\nBut, it seems like it might just not be enough. Like before, his struggles slow, the water in his lungs weighing him down to land back on the rock he'd been on. This time, he fights to stay awake, stroking his cock at an increasingly sluggish pace as his thoughts slow as well and water wheezes in and out of his chest. He can feel himself approaching an orgasm at last, and he purposely takes the deepest breaths he can, trying to add to his pleasure just a little more... But, too soon, he's too exhausted to move any more. Going limp again, the phoenix looks down at his cock, his last thoughts being frustration this time... Then, he's unconscious once more.\n\nAnother minute passes, some nearby fish growing curious of the drowned bird, poking at his feathers before swimming off as he begins to glow again. The light flares and fades, and a few bubbles of newly created air trickle from his slack beak before he closes it, his eyes reopening. Surely this time would be the one if he started right away. Without hesitation, he sits up and resumes masturbating, unfortunately needing to restart the process as he knows it resets when he dies.\n\nThis time, he tries fantasizing, closing his eyes and thinking. He imagines a scenario where he's trapped in a cage that's then thrown in a lake, his captors abandoning him. He'd drown again and again, dying and reviving repeatedly until someone would find him, potentially a very long time later... He likes the idea of a less long term version of that. Maybe he could ask a friend to lock him underwater for an hour sometime.\n\nAs he starts to imagine his fourth drowning in that imaginary cage, he's brought back to his third drowning-in-progress in reality by a heave of his chest. If he doesn't manage to cum this time, the phoenix is thinking he'll just give up on a breathless orgasm for now. With that in mind, he tries harder than before, relaxing as much as he can to use as little oxygen as possible. Even still, he's burning through this new breath at about the same rate as the other two, his chest soon beginning to heave once again. Intentional bubbling cuts down on the time he has, yet builds his pleasure in exchange, the phoenix once again growing relatively close to an orgasm... And again, closer to drowning.\n\nHis bubbling becomes less voluntary, he begins to tremble just a little again as a purple tint appears on his face once again, but this time he doesn't hold his beak. He uses his free wing to join his first in stroking his unsatisfied cock, struggling and whining in his attempts to keep holding his breath... Too soon, he loses that battle once again, his whines turning to gurgles as the increasingly familiar feeling of drowning takes hold. His willpower has improved again; this time, he manages to stay sitting, but still grips his neck and kicks his talons as he hacks out water and bubbles.\n\nJust like before, he starts to relax before too long, closing in on both climaxing and passing out... This time, he refuses to let himself go. His movements slow, his vision dims, and the heaves of his chest are like little hiccups as he fights to both move and stay conscious. Then, as a bout of even more intense dizziness fills his head, the feeling of pleasure begins to surge, helping him stay awake. It's finally happening.\n\nThe waterlogged phoenix tilts his head back with a smile, and lets out a sleepy and almost drunken moan as his blue cock starts spurting out cum at last. Each orgasmic throb helps restore his willpower, fighting off the dimming of his consciousness as it's as if his body is briefly running on pleasure instead of oxygen. Panting water without a care, his tongue hangs from his beak as the space in front of him clouds with his cum and his body pushes itself to its absolute limit.\n\nThen, after nearly half a minute of cumming, it's over. The phoenix promptly slumps back on the rock, more exhausted than he's ever been. Barely managing to focus enough to even see, he smiles at the white-tinted water around him, before he stops resisting passing out. In just a few seconds, he's unconscious again, a slight blue tint visible on his body below his feathers.\n\nAnother delay, another flare of light, and the phoenix returns to awareness, noticeably groggy this time. This tiredness happened sometimes, when he'd die several times in a row, but was never much of an issue. Shaking his head to try to wake himself up, he sighs in contentment before jumping from the rock to finally surface. It was high time he got some air that his inherent magic didn't create.",
  "writing_bbcode_parsed": "<span style='word-wrap: break-word;'>-----------------------------------------------<br />Story 1 summary: A dragoness and a dolphin explore underwater together<br />Themes: Romance, breath holding, air sharing<br />-----------------------------------------------<br />Bubbles trickled from the dark blue scaled dragoness&#039; nostrils as she swam just above the seabed about 70 feet down. It had been several minutes since she first went underwater, but she was still doing just fine thanks to her strong lungs as she searched around. While she was quite familiar with this area, what she was looking for wouldn&#039;t just be staying in one place, though it at least frequented the area. As she began hearing familiar, excited squeaks and whistles, she smiled between her puffed cheeks as it seemed they&#039;d been the one to find her this time.<br /><br />Before she could quite determine where the sounds were coming from, she was surprised as their source rushed toward her and pressed a pair of flippers against her in a hug, which she returned. This dolphin, somewhat smaller than her, wasn&#039;t just any random dolphin - he was the dragoness&#039; boyfriend. The two had met about a year prior, and after spending some time together, they&#039;d quickly grown to love each other, and eventually even began to understand each other&#039;s languages. Right now, the dragoness could feel the dolphin&#039;s chest heaving - he was pushing his breath holding, as both of them enjoyed doing. Ignoring his need for air for the moment, the dolphin whistled that he&#039;d found a cave nearby that he wanted to explore with her. With a nod, the dragoness let go and resumed swimming as the dolphin led the way.<br /><br />As the two swam, the dolphin&#039;s lack of oxygen slowly became increasingly clear, as they&#039;d let out little grunts more and more often over time. The dragoness wasn&#039;t worried about him, she knew he&#039;d surface before he&#039;d start to risk drowning. In the meantime, she just watched him strain, smiling at him... Eventually, the two got to the cave&#039;s entrance, and while the dragoness started returning to the surface to breathe, the dolphin stayed put, explaining that he wanted to finish his breath hold first. Seeing no reason to leave him, the dragoness returned, sitting on the sandy seabed next to him. She actually had bigger and stronger lungs than he did, with nearly double his breath holding record thanks to how much more air she could hold in, so she wouldn&#039;t have to worry about missing anything.<br /><br />The two waited together, as the dolphin&#039;s struggles continued getting more intense and the dragoness watched. Eventually, as a purple blush formed on the dolphin&#039;s face, his cheeks puffed up, and tiny bubbles started trickling from his blowhole, he finally bolted for the surface, the dragoness following. They both got there without issue, and the dolphin gasped heavily, panting, while the dragoness was still just fine, helping support him so he could more easily stay at the surface. As the dolphin caught his breath, the dragoness gave him a little kiss on the forehead, wagging her tail some when he squeaked a little in response. After some time to relax, the two agreed to get started, taking deep breaths for a while before diving back down, swimming into the cave.<br /><br />Although the inside of the cave was dark, the dolphin navigated with echolocation, which even the dragoness had been starting to get a feel for, following the sound from the dolphin. She did still keep a paw in front of her to keep from bumping into anything, though. After a few minutes of swimming in pitch black, there was finally some blue light up ahead... And they quickly found that the source of it, a big crystal surrounded by glowing algae! The dragoness&#039; eyes went wide at the sight, and she excitedly looked around, but soon noticed the dolphin wasn&#039;t as excited, and he was blushing some... He explained that he&#039;d found this before, and felt that it&#039;d be nice to relax in there with her, even having made a makeshift bed out of some of the algae. Sure enough, some algae had been piled up in one spot, and looked like it&#039;d be comfortable. It was perfect!<br /><br />The dragoness happily swam down to lay on the moss bed, the dolphin laying next to her, and they both hugged. The algae was indeed surprisingly nice to lay on, and little bits of it were sticking to the two divers, making them glow blue. Without a care in the world, even for air, they both cuddled there for some time, calmly holding their breath as the minutes ticked by. Occasionally, one would blow a few bubbles, followed up by the other doing the same, helping ease their lungs as an urge to breathe was very slowly growing. Even as the dolphin&#039;s chest started to heave every now and then, he was clearly still enjoying being with his girlfriend.<br /><br />Eventually, after they&#039;d both been underwater 10 minutes, the dolphin whined a little and squirmed in the dragoness&#039; hug. She knew what that meant, and gently tapped his blowhole to ask if he wanted air, getting a nod in response. Adjusting position, the dragoness pressed her lips to the dolphin&#039;s blowhole, and after ensuring that she was doing it properly, started exhaling into him. She felt his chest expand with her breath, and though some bubbles escaped, very little air was wasted through the practiced motion. Once the dolphin was full on air again, his cheeks puffing with the little extra he was given, another tap to him signaled that the dragoness was done, and he closed his blowhole again before she lay back down. The dolphin nuzzled her in thanks, rubbing a cheek against the dragoness&#039; own, before they both fully relaxed again.<br /><br />Some more time later, both of them were in need of air. While they tried to relax for a bit longer, it was harder and harder to do, until they couldn&#039;t any more. It was about time for them to get air again. Getting up and jumping off the bed, the dragoness and dolphin started going back out again. Thoroughly coated in the glowing algae, they could actually see a bit this time as they swam through the tunnel. It was a frustratingly long trip through, the two running lower and lower on breath as the dolphin whined again. Most of the way along, they could just make out in the blue glow that their blushes had darkened, likely to purple, as each of them now had a burning in their lungs that was just getting worse. The dragoness knew she&#039;d be able to share her air again if needed, but also that that would leave her with very little left for herself... But, if the dolphin got close to drowning, she wouldn&#039;t hesitate. She could take getting a bit of water in her.<br /><br />The dolphin puffed his cheeks again, as the dragoness&#039; cheeks slowly grew, but not too long after, the outside sunlight was finally becoming visible! They both rushed forward, beginning to leave a trail of bubbles, and soon were finally outside again. Quickly adjusting their direction, they went straight upward as the dolphin&#039;s cheeks reached their limit in size, their blush turning blue as bubbles streamed from the visibly quivering blowhole. The dragoness was still doing better than him, still just having a purple blush, but she wasn&#039;t all that far off. The two rapidly swam, losing more and more air in a trail of bubbles below them... And finally, they made it!<br /><br />Both of the two let out huge gasps, the dolphin more so, and they coughed a few times from the tiny bit of water they&#039;d taken in from that. The dragoness still had the wherewithal to help the dolphin stay on the surface like before, and the two panted together as they recovered, their blushes fading back to red before slowly going away. As dangerous as the trip had ended up being, both of them had still had a great time together, and after another kiss from the dragoness, they each got another deep breath before diving once more. They still hadn&#039;t been out there long together, and there was plenty more fun to be had!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />-----------------------------------------------<br />Story 2 summary: Trip the sungazer uses her super form to raid one of Eggman&#039;s bases<br />Themes (Mature): Drowning, bondage<br />-----------------------------------------------<br />In a mountainous region nearly untouched by any sort of occupation, a rumbling could be heard as what looked like a spiked red and orange ring made its way up a cliff face before jumping onto its top, uncurling itself in the process. The person it really was - Trip, a sungazer - landed a few feet from the edge and looked ahead. Sure enough, there was her target, some distance away: One of Eggman&#039;s outposts. During a previous mission to a different base, Trip had learned of this hidden one that was mostly underground, and that it specialized in capturing and containing animals to later power Badniks. Trip wasn&#039;t going to stand for it, and after borrowing a certain set of 7 emeralds and making her way here while gathering as many rings as possible, she was ready to free the animals and tear the place down.<br /><br />Since she wasn&#039;t far off now, Trip decided it was time. Getting out the chaos emeralds, she let them circle around her as she concentrated, a glow forming around her... And, with a flash of gold light, she transformed into her super form, a golden dragon! After taking a moment to look herself over, still enjoying the novelty of this relatively recently dicovered capability of hers, she glared at the base with a look of determination. Trip unfurled her new wings and leaped into the air to start flying, heading straight toward the base to get started on her assault and rescue.<br /><br />With the power the chaos emeralds gave her, tearing through the base was almost effortless. Badniks were smashed apart left and right, all of them using power sources other than animals, as the dragon worked her way to the base&#039;s deepest point. It didn&#039;t take all that long for her to get there, and she flew about as she looked around for the prison... Soon, she found a room with a large set of cages, each one having a lot of animals inside! Trip entered the room and began pulling the cages apart, before she noticed something odd. The animals seemed to be perfectly still, and weren&#039;t reacting to her... Lightly tapping one with a claw to no avail, she gently turned it around.<br /><br />It was a doll. And as Trip quickly looked around the room, that was true of all the &quot;animals&quot; there. After a moment of confusion, she heard the room&#039;s door slam shut. This was a trap! She quickly flew to the door to get it open as soon as possible, knowing this almost certainly wasn&#039;t going to be the end of it... And, sure enough, as she confirmed she was strong enough to eventually pry it open, she started hearing an increasing rumbling around her. Trip recognized the sound just before what it was became an issue; water began rushing into the room through little holes in the ceiling! Water, and the resulting lack of air, was one of the few things the chaos emeralds couldn&#039;t defend against...<br /><br />Trip continued struggling with the door, slowly bending its metal as the room was fairly quickly flooding. Before long, she had to tilt her head back to keep breathing, and soon after that she gasped a breath and held it as the water overtook her completely. It still had some time before it&#039;d reach the ceiling, and, making the most of it, the dragon put everything she had into prying at the door. It was getting easier at least, but as the room outside became visible again, she saw that it wasn&#039;t just this trap room that was flooding; it was likely that the whole base was!<br /><br />Quickly checking above her to see what the water level was at, and seeing it was almost full, Trip kicked off the floor and quickly swam up into the dwindling amount of air to refresh herself. What she could get here was going to have to last her until she could find more somewhere else in the base, likely from bubbles... She cursed herself for having already used the blue emerald&#039;s water form ability on the way to the base. Too soon, the water was only a foot away from the ceiling, and Trip panted heavily to get herself fully ready, before getting one last deep breath just before it claimed the last few inches. Not wasting a moment, she swam back down to get back to working on the door.<br /><br />Another 30 seconds, and there was FINALLY a big enough gap in the door for the dragon to just barely fit through with a bit of struggle. She began what would be a bit of a lengthy swim back outside, the dragon&#039;s previous confidence entirely gone and replaced with visible nervousness, her cheeks bulging out. At least all the badniks had been cleared out already... And it WAS kind of nice that she wouldn&#039;t have to worry about getting any animals outside, as well. But she hadn&#039;t considered there&#039;d be any risk to HERSELF on this mission!<br /><br />A couple minutes passed, and the dragon&#039;s chest had become uncomfortable enough to begin heaving. This was already the longest Trip had ever held her breath; normally she wasn&#039;t particularly good at that, but it seemed her super form helped her out in that regard. Still, her increasingly strained grunts echoed in the otherwise nearly silent base... Until they were joined by a whirring behind her. Before she could even look to see what it was, something wrapped around Trip&#039;s back feet and pulled her backward, making her yelp out bubbles in surprise!<br /><br />As she was being pulled, she did manage to see what it was. Some kind of badnik she didn&#039;t recognize was built into one of the walls behind her, reeling her in with steel cables! She tried to fight against it, but even her super form couldn&#039;t swim forcefully enough to manage it, and she was pulled against the wall before more cables wrapped around her, pinning her in place. Even now, it was holding her so tightly she almost couldn&#039;t move at all, just squirming in place as the badnik... Did nothing. Trip quickly realized: It wasn&#039;t intended to hurt or capture her, it was meant to keep her from leaving in time. And it seemed quite good at that as well.<br /><br />Bubbles were occasionally growled out by the frustrated dragon as she fought her bindings, barely able to do more than move her head and tail. Every second that passed, her chance of getting out of this base grew slimmer, and her lungs were starting to burn! A strong heave of her chest forced out a burst of bubbles, and Trip whimpered as a purple blush began forming on her face... She couldn&#039;t keep her composure any more, and fiercely struggled in the badnik&#039;s hold, putting everything she had into escaping. Her tail slapped against the wall, she tried to bite at the cables, she pulled as hard as she could, and she heard the cables start to strain...<br /><br />With one more yank on the cables, they began to snap at last! With her front legs freed, it was easier to break the others, quickly freeing the rest of her as the badnik loudly beeped in response to its damage. Once Trip was entirely free, she turned around and smashed the badnik as hard as she could, blowing it apart, before bolting back on her path toward the surface. She could still make it, she HAD to make it! Bubbles trickled from her quivering lips as her chest constantly heaved, her swimming having turned frantic, a desperate burning now being in her lungs...<br /><br />Soon starting to rebreathe in her cheeks, Trip was at her limit. Her blush was blue now, and her vision blurred as her body shivered from how badly she needed to breathe... Until she had to stop as she lost a burst of bubbles, awkwardly and ineffectually trying to cover her mouth with her front paws. She could almost hear a countdown start up in what she knew was going to be the last few seconds of her breath hold, and she frantically looked around for some kind of air source, but still, the only air around was in the bubbles she was continuing to spill into the water. She did everything she could to hold on just a little longer; kicking her back legs, rapidly flicking her tail back and forth, tightly shutting her eyes in strain... But increasingly large clusters of bubbles kept being lost, and in the end, there was no stopping it.<br /><br />Trip arched her back and finally had to uncover her mouth, exhaling a huge cloud of stale bubbles before instinctively beginning to swim up... Then was interrupted by water rushing down her throat, her uncaring body gasping whatever was around. Her swimming stopped as she tried to grab at her neck, desperately coughing up the water just to take in a second lungful, followed by a third, then fourth... She thrashed about in the water as she quickly gave up on trying to hold her neck, choking and gurgling, not able to focus enough to keep swimming. The drowning dragon tried a few times to swallow the water instead of inhaling it, and she did manage it once, but just gasped once again right after. She&#039;d have taken the desperate breath holding over this, this was SO much worse!<br /><br />Half a minute passed as Trip painfully choked, before everything started going numb, the pain mercifully beginning to fade. Her frantic gasps turned to panting, slowing further and further as her struggles began to die down. Having flooded lungs, and not trying to swim, she began to sink toward the metal floor below, a hiccup forcing out the very last bubbles she had. With a fully blue face, she settled onto the bottom, rapidly having more and more trouble staying awake as her breathing slowed past what would be a casual pace. Trip&#039;s mouth hung open as her now-purple tongue dangled from it, and after briefly and slowly looking around to remember what she was doing, she assumed she was facing the right way and awkwardly began to walk forward... For all of 10 seconds, before she lifted both her right legs at once without thinking and fell onto her side.<br /><br />By now there were a few seconds between each of her slow, useless breaths, an occasional hiccup making her body shudder a bit. She was too weak to get back up now, and she simply lay on her side, trying to continue breathing as if it would do anything. Each inhale took more effort than the last, and the exhales more so, until she found herself unable to push out a watery breath she&#039;d taken. At this point, she just wanted to sleep, feeling absolutely exhausted... Her vision slowly faded, though she could only barely comprehend her surroundings any more regardless, one more hiccup keeping her awake just a little longer. For a moment, she thought that she could see some kind of green shape moving toward her... And that was the last thing she saw before losing consciousness, her eyes still partly open.<br /><br /><br />The next thing Trip knew, she was hacking up water, desperately trying to get air back in her lungs as she was gently rolled onto her side by something. She was in her normal form again, and outside as well... As she recovered, she managed to look around and see who had saved her: A tall green crocodile person, as soaked as she was, his expression a mix of concern and relief. After confirming Trip was okay, he explained he&#039;d been investigating a quite similar rumor to what she had heard, and had very luckily happened across her just in time. With a hoarse thank you from the sungazer, and confirmation that the chaos emeralds were still with the two, the crocodile helped her up and began leading her back to civilization.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />-----------------------------------------------<br />Story 3 summary: Having become an anthro orca in their sleep, a person explores what things will be like in their new body<br />Themes: Post transformation, swimming<br />-----------------------------------------------<br />Chris woke covered in sweat, finding himself overheated. After quickly pulling down the blankets to let himself cool off, he sighed. It was always so annoying when that happened, especially in the middle of winter like this... And it seemed like he hadn&#039;t been sleeping well in general tonight, as he felt heavy, things seemed a bit louder, and his feet hung off the end of his bed. Without really thinking, he pulled himself up a bit, bumping his head on the headboard in the process. Even then, his feet were mostly off his bed, but he was too groggy to feel like figuring out why. A glance over at his clock told him it was 2:17 AM; he was still going to have to get back to sleep. With another sigh, he rolled onto his back-<br /><br />A jolt of pain from the middle of his back made him scramble back onto his side, before confusion took over as his tiredness began to fade. It felt like something was protruding from his back... And he could feel that thing laying on the mattress. As Chris went to inspect whatever it was, another oddity made itself known, something from lower down his back sliding on the mattress some as he moved, long and dangling over the edge... Changing course as fear rose within him, he fumbled for the lamp on the nightstand and tried to mentally prepare himself for the discovery of what was happening.<br /><br />The light was turned on, and after a moment of squinting as his eyes adjusted, he looked over himself... And recognized nothing. His body was mostly black, with his front being white, a fin and long tail laying to his side. After a moment of stunned staring, he jumped from his bed to rush for the bathroom, completely uncaring of his new tail knocking some things over and just barely keeping his head from hitting the door frames. Was this just a dream? Or was he hallucinating for some reason? Whatever the case was, he needed to properly see what he now looked like.<br /><br />Arriving in the bathroom, turning on the light, and looking in the mirror, he confirmed his suspicions as he saw a similarly black face with white spots looking back at him. Somehow, he&#039;d become an anthro orca. For several minutes, he just stared at his reflection, his hands gripping the sink. Chris had always loved cetaceans - orcas in particular were his favorite - but, to actually BE one? He wasn&#039;t sure how to feel. After a while, he looked down at his hands. They were webbed, like his feet now were. Whatever had done this had apparently taken some liberties with it... The sight of his hands quickly reminded him to check whether it was a dream. He repeatedly glanced at them, the number of fingers staying consistent... The text of a nearby soap bottle wasn&#039;t changing either... This was real.<br /><br />Still in disbelief, he ran a hand along his head, feeling how smooth he&#039;d become... Then paused as he felt a slight circular indent, discovering his blowhole. Uncovering it, he looked at it in the mirror as he experimentally opened and closed it a few times, somehow knowing how to do so. It felt perfectly natural to manipulate the flap of skin meant to keep it shut, as if he&#039;d been born with it, and he&#039;d already breathed through it a couple times without even realizing. He ran a finger along the rim of his blowhole, before gently poking at its inside, shuddering at the resulting discomfort. Going any deeper than that likely wouldn&#039;t be a good idea.<br /><br />Next, Chris did his best to look behind himself and inspect his tail, swaying it back and forth. It too felt normal, and the weight of it felt nicer than he expected. It was fairly thick, and seemed to be about half as long as he was tall, the new instincts he&#039;d somehow gotten making sure he kept it from dragging on the floor. Seeing the flukes on the end of it reminded him he&#039;d need to test out swimming at some point, though that was probably going to have to wait. While he had a fairly sizable pool, swimming in winter wouldn&#039;t go well... Then, a thought occurred to him. Orcas have blubber, so maybe he did now too? It would explain why he&#039;d been so hot when he&#039;d woken up.<br /><br />Deciding to go for it, and that getting back to sleep was a lost cause, he began making his way to his backyard pool. Finally noticing his new height, Chris estimated he&#039;d grown by... Roughly 3 feet. It made sense, orcas are pretty big after all. He&#039;d be needing a bigger bed, and to figure out some way to keep from crushing his dorsal fin like he almost had before. Lost in thought for the moment, he absentmindedly grabbed a pair of goggles before he stopped at the back door. This was the moment of truth... Bracing himself for potentially getting very cold very fast, he opened the door and stepped into his backyard.<br /><br />It felt... Perfectly fine. Even the snow still felt warm to him as he turned on the outdoor lights and headed over to the pool. Putting aside any worries about the temperature, his thoughts turned to him potentially being seen. He did have a privacy fence around his backyard, and it was tall enough to still fully obscure him even with his increased height, but it wasn&#039;t by much. He&#039;d have to be sure not to raise his arms too high.<br /><br />Once he got to the pool, Chris pulled its cover off, finding that the surface of the water was frozen. Though, after a firm smack to it, it nearly broke right then, so he wasn&#039;t going to be having any issues. He went to put on his goggles, before pausing and looking at them. He likely didn&#039;t actually have any use for them any more... He set them down next to the pool just in case, then punched through some of the ice above the deep end to make a way to get down there. As he cleared away the broken ice, he couldn&#039;t help but get a little excited for his dive. As much as he liked swimming, he wasn&#039;t that good at holding his breath, his previous record being only just beyond a minute and a half. He&#039;d almost certainly have quite the advantage now, and he wondered just how far he could go.<br /><br />Dipping his legs into the water, he felt more confident as he noticed it still only barely felt cold to him at all. He hoped that was still going to be the case once he actually went under. Ready to find out, he took a deep breath through his blowhole and held it as he pushed off the edge and dove underwater, reflexively closing his eyes for the moment. Sure enough, to him it was pleasantly cool! And as he felt his feet hit the bottom 12 feet down, Chris slowly opened his eyes, finding he could see perfectly fine as well. Smiling, he puffed out some bubbles from his blowhole as he began trying out swimming in his new form.<br /><br />He&#039;d expected to be a lot better at swimming now that he was an orca, but he was even better than he thought he&#039;d be, reaching the opposite end of the 20 foot long pool in just a couple seconds! He couldn&#039;t stand up there because of the ice, and there wasn&#039;t even room to sit, but he decided to just lay on the bottom there for a little while, on his front instead of his back this time. About a minute passed with no issues at all, before Chris remembered something about orcas that he decided to check if he now shared, putting a couple fingers to his neck to feel his pulse. Sure enough, it was quite a lot slower than normal, sitting at what would otherwise be a disconcerting one beat every couple seconds. His new dive reflex would certainly be adding quite a lot to his breath holding ability.<br /><br />Several more minutes passed, and he was still almost no worse for wear, though he was feeling an urge to breathe now. While he hadn&#039;t brought his stopwatch, he knew he was FAR beyond his record now, and it was surreal to be underwater for so long. His mind raced with all the possibilities of aquatic places he could explore with a breath hold like this, and he knew he HAD to find a way to get to the ocean at some point. He&#039;d just have to figure out how to get there unseen... Or maybe accept how famous he&#039;d be for being an anthro animal? As far as he knew, he was the only one.<br /><br />After some more time, Chris decided to test one last thing before he&#039;d surface. Closing his eyes again and focusing on listening, he tried to make some noise, letting out a little squeaking sound as he tried out echolocation. And, it worked, as he nearly instantly knew where everything in the pool was in relation to him, even able to make out the ladder and the hole in the ice. He blew more bubbles in satisfaction, the air pooling on the underside of the ice above him, before he began swimming once more to head for the hole in the ice, wanting to surface again. Before he fully went up, he got the top of his head above the water and tried breathing through his blowhole without truly surfacing. While it did work, it was one of the weirdest feelings he&#039;d experienced in this form yet, being able to breathe while his eyes were underwater...<br /><br />Nearly fully satisfied with his research into his changes - though still wishing he knew what had caused them - he surfaced and pulled himself back onto the edge of the pool. He smiled as he looked over his body once again, his new appearance starting to be familiar to him. Without question, he was going to enjoy this far more than being human! He was just going to have to get used to ducking a lot in his house...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />-----------------------------------------------<br />Story 4 summary: Mr. Mordaut (From Runescape) gives a lesson on aquaphilia<br />Themes (Mature): Aquaphilia (obv.), bubbletalking, breath holding, intentional water breathing<br />-----------------------------------------------<br />The class was beginning to grow restless, as a couple minutes had passed since class was supposed to begin and the teacher was nowhere to be found... Finally, the door opens, and after a short delay, a red quadrupedal dragon wearing glasses enters, wheeling a tank of water a bit bigger than him into the room as well. &quot;Sorry about the delay! This tank is quite harder to move than I was expecting.&quot; Someone sighs, cancelling their 15 minute timer.<br /><br />The dragon, Mr. Mordaut, sits at his desk at the front of the room, the tank positioned next to it. &quot;So, I imagine you&#039;re wondering why I&#039;ve brought in a tank of water? I&#039;ve been requested to give a specific, and admittedly strange, lesson today, on aquaphilia.&quot; He writes &quot;aquaphilia&quot; on the blackboard, underlining it. &quot;Coming from the Latin word for water, and one of the Greek words for love, aquaphilia refers to having an interest and enjoyment in water, often including submerging in it. Now, it CAN be a sexual interest, but we will not be discussing that here, I&#039;m sure you can simply look up that aspect of it for yourselves if you&#039;re interested. Before I actually get started, there&#039;s something VERY important I need to make clear. If you only pay attention to one thing in this lesson, make it this.&quot; His expression turns grim.<br /><br />&quot;Aquaphilia tends to be a type of breathplay, and breathplay is DANGEROUS. If you&#039;re careless, it CAN and WILL kill you. Never go far with it alone; I&#039;ve heard of people dying from things going wrong, including an artist I enjoyed the work of.&quot; He calms down again after a moment, able to tell from the expressions of his students that he&#039;s gotten the point across. &quot;With that out of the way, let&#039;s begin.&quot;<br /><br />Taking off his glasses and setting them on his desk before putting on a pair of goggles, Mr. Mordaut climbs into the tank, careful not to spill its water. &quot;Firstly, we&#039;ll be starting simple. Some aquaphiles enjoy simply being underwater in general, calmly swimming and blowing bubbles. There isn&#039;t enough room to really swim in this tank, so I&#039;ll just relax in place instead. And one thing to note, movement uses oxygen, so the more you just stay still, the longer you can hold your breath.&quot; After a few breaths to prepare, he gasps down one more and holds it before diving, puffing his cheeks. Some bubbles leak from the dragon&#039;s nostrils as he settles onto the bottom of the tank, and he adjusts to lay down. For some time, he calmly stays there, puffing out occasional bursts of bubbles and clearly beginning to genuinely enjoy himself over time.<br /><br />About a minute in, he returns to the surface, momentarily breathing a bit heavier to catch his breath. &quot;That may seem pretty basic, but for some aquaphiles it&#039;s enough. Now, next, something that should be quite a bit more interesting... Some aquaphiles enjoy something referred to as &quot;bubbletalking&quot; - put simply, it&#039;s when someone tries to talk underwater. It&#039;s a difficult thing, both to do and to understand, and I personally don&#039;t see how it could be appealing, but I&#039;ll demonstrate regardless.&quot; Mr. Mordaut quickly takes a breath before dipping his head underwater and looking out at the class, then opens his mouth to speak. &quot;Hblellblo evbleryblone, cabln yoblu unblderblstablnd mble?&quot; Bubbles tumble from his mouth, obscuring his speech, before he surfaces.<br /><br />&quot;If you&#039;re curious, I said &quot;Hello everyone, can you understand me?&quot;. It wasn&#039;t easy to understand, was it? I&#039;ve heard that some people can talk much more clearly underwater, but I&#039;ve never met anyone that claims they can. Regardless, here&#039;s a few more sentences as examples, see how many you can make out.&quot; With another gasp, he returns underwater. &quot;Mbly nablme ibls Mblr. Moblrdablut. Ibl mably ble abl drblagobln, bublt Ibl&#039;m noblt gobling tblo eablt yoblu. Dblo yoblu knblow whblere Ibl cabln fiblnd aiblr?&quot; He looks a bit strained as he finishes, having used up nearly all his air on talking, and he surfaces with a gasp. &quot;S-see, there&#039;s another issue with bubbletalking, you kind of NEED that air... Anyway, what I said was &quot;My name is Mr. Mordaut. I may be a dragon, but I&#039;m not going to eat you. Do you know where I can find air?&quot;.&quot;<br /><br />&quot;There&#039;s one more thing to cover now, the last of the common interests of aquaphiles, and certainly rather strange. They tend to enjoy holding their breath underwater for an extreme amount of time, relative to the limits of their body. This will take a while, and I won&#039;t be able to talk without losing air, so here&#039;s one thing to look for as I demonstrate this: Once I&#039;ve been holding my breath a while, watch my chest. As carbon dioxide builds up, someone holding their breath will have contractions, also referred to as convulsions and heaves, where their chest sucks in for a moment, becoming more frequent and intense as the hold continues. So, watch for that if you like, I&#039;ll do my best to remember to keep it easily visible.&quot;<br /><br />Mr. Mordaut does some deep breathing, before once again holding his breath and returning underwater. Laying on the bottom of the tank again, this time he closes his eyes and makes an effort to keep from losing air instead of bubbling it out. Some time passes as he relaxes as much as he can, passing the time he&#039;d reached on the first dive, then doubling it... At the two and a half minute mark, as he feels his first contraction, the dragon adjusts to sit and gestures to his chest with a claw. Not long after that, his chest visibly sucks in a bit before pushing back out, making him release a small cluster of bubbles with a grunt. As he&#039;d said it would, the contractions gradually happen more often, marking his increasing lack of oxygen.<br /><br />Eventually, 4 minutes have passed since the dragon last took a breath. He tightly shuts his eyes in strain, his cheeks puffing bigger as a claw moves to cover his mouth. His grunts and whines start to be audible from outside the tank, and a contraction happens every second or two as he struggles to hold his breath. A burst of bubbles gets loose from him before he covers his mouth with his other claw, laying back down on his front for a moment before remembering to keep his chest visible, at which point he flips onto his back instead. Gradually, his red-scaled cheeks begin to tint purple, and he begins to subtly shiver from how badly he needs air. The bubbling is constant now despite him covering his mouth, and Mr. Mordaut&#039;s contractions begin to look more like hiccups as he forces himself to keep going, slowly closing in on potentially beginning to drown.<br /><br />Just after 5 minutes had gone by, as his cheeks go blue and his constant contractions become strong enough for the outline of his ribs to show past his scales, his lungs begin to give out as he starts exhaling a cloud of bubbles. Frantic and visibly afraid, he immediately pushes himself off the bottom and swims for the surface, splashing water out of the tank and gasping heavily. He holds onto the side of the tank as he repeatedly gasps, his cheeks going back to normal while he slowly calms. &quot;I-I think that... W-was a new record...&quot; He smiles a bit, and waits to catch his breath before he says anything else.<br /><br />&quot;It takes a lot of willpower to do a breath hold like that, it&#039;s rare even among aquaphiles. I&#039;m lucky to be able to tap into some draconic determination... Anyway, that&#039;s all I&#039;ve been requested to talk about, but there&#039;s one more thing I&#039;d like to try, involving a bit of research. We all know that air-breathing folks don&#039;t do well with breathing water, but how exactly does it feel? I&#039;m going to find out. And, obviously, this is NOT a recommendation for you to try this. Do NOT do this, this is a BAD idea. I&#039;m only doing it at all because dragons are so tough, it shouldn&#039;t be as much issue for me as it&#039;d be for you.&quot; After a moment of consideration of whether he should really do this, Mr. Mordaut holds his breath once more and submerges.<br /><br />He sits down on the bottom and opens his mouth, mentally preparing for what he&#039;s about to do... And after a few seconds, he starts drawing in water. Just a moment later, he seizes up, his eyes going wide and both claws going to his throat as he holds in the water he&#039;d inhaled without really thinking. A couple more seconds pass, before he starts coughing heavily and scrambles back up to the surface, going into a coughing fit for another 20 seconds or so. Once he&#039;s recovered a bit, he looks out at the class again. &quot;O-okay, so... Th-that felt pretty bad. I don&#039;t think it even got to my lungs, it might&#039;ve been worse if it did... But, that&#039;s already about enough of that.<br /><br />&quot;So... Any questions?&quot;<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />-----------------------------------------------<br />Story 5 summary: A phoenix ends up drowning, but when he revives he realizes he&#039;s an aquaphile<br />Themes (Adult): Unwilling drowning, willing drowning, excessive cum<br />-----------------------------------------------<br />It&#039;s a quiet and sunny day out in the ocean, with no intelligent life around, just fish going about their usual lives. Then, with a great splash, that changes; a large bird with bright orange and red feathers dives in, his cheeks bulging with extra air and a smile visible on his beak. He pauses a moment to orient himself, idly kicking his talons to stay in place while he looks around. The nearby fish make little note of him beyond keeping their distance from the unknown visitor, but he&#039;d certainly be a sight to see for anyone else, having nearly a 10 foot wingspan.<br /><br />Satisfied with his time taking in the surroundings, the bird begins to swim deeper toward the seabed. While he may not be an aquatic bird, nor have a particularly good breath hold, he&#039;s always felt an attraction to water, and would nearly always dive as deep as he could in whatever body of water he may find himself in. This dive is no different, and before too long he&#039;s 80 feet underwater, swimming in place just above the sand on the bottom. A few little bubbles seep from his beak, before he begins swimming along the bottom in search of something interesting, kicking his talons and stroking with his huge wings.<br /><br />Some distance away, past some kelp, a bright multicolored area catches his eye... A reef! It&#039;s too far for him to reach it on this breath, as he&#039;s already beginning to strain just a little, but he decides to at least progress toward it, pushing himself to see how close he can get. Gradually, little grunts and spurts of bubbles become more and more common, the inside of the bird&#039;s chest feeling like it&#039;s heating up... After a total of 3 minutes of holding his breath, just getting into the patch of kelp as his beak begins to tremble, he&#039;s had enough. He descends just a little, before jumping from the bottom, starting to quickly swim up-<br /><br />Then abruptly stopping, feeling something around one of his talons. He&#039;s gotten kelp wrapped around him, keeping him from ascending! Panic starts to fill the bird as his lungs burn, a purple blush forming on his face as he thrashes about in a fruitless attempt to free himself, soon holding his beak with one wing, then the other not long after. Tightly shutting his eyes while his blush begins to tint blue, bubbles stream away as he fights to hold his breath, knowing he wouldn&#039;t be able to surface even if he were freed right at this moment... But, he doesn&#039;t even get that.<br /><br />He throws his head back as he squawks out stale air, frantically trying to swim up, before he inhales. His squawks turn to gurgles, water filling his lungs, and his thrashing becomes even less effective as he now simply flails about, rapidly growing dizzy and lightheaded. Mercifully, the pain of drowning slowly dulls, and the bird begins to sink back down as he still makes weak attempts at escaping, but it&#039;s simply not working. He settles down onto the sand, blearily staring up at the surface, watching the very last bubbles float toward it... Before looking down at himself, noticing his now-purple cock is fully erect. He only barely has the wherewithal to question why that&#039;s the case before his eyes slowly close, and he goes limp, fully drowned.<br /><br />About a minute passes, the only movements of the bird being from his feathers being lightly pushed by the ambient currents, as his heart soon comes to a stop, his life fading... But, he&#039;s no normal bird. He&#039;s a phoenix, and if there&#039;s anything phoenixes are bad at, it&#039;s staying dead.<br /><br />His feathers begin to glow, subtly at first but growing in intensity, before becoming bright enough to obscure him... Then, the light fades. Already the phoenix looks better; his cock is back to its normal color, and his blue blush is nowhere to be found. On top of that, he shifts, slowly awakening once more, stretching his revitalized muscles and instinctually holding a new breath. It takes a moment for him to remember where he is, and he jolts to full awareness and holds a wing to his beak for a moment when he makes that realization. This was far from his first death, but he&#039;d never resurrected underwater before.<br /><br />Remembering what he&#039;d seen in his previous life&#039;s last moments, he looks over at his cock and burbles in confusion, wondering why he&#039;d gotten so aroused. Well, this was the first time he&#039;d drowned... Maybe that had something to do with it? Figuring he&#039;d experiment, the phoenix gets up, getting a reminder that his talon still has kelp wrapped around it. Far more calm than before, he simply snips through kelp with his beak without much effort and resumes his swim, deciding to head for the reef to do his experiment there.<br /><br />Feeling the water brushing over his erection makes the phoenix both shudder a little in pleasure and wonder how it took him so long to get a suspicion he&#039;s more into water than he realized. He&#039;d been around for a few centuries, after all. But, he tries to put his confusion aside as he arrives in the reef, just beginning to feel an urge to breathe again. He settles onto a rock to sit down, giving some passing fish a smile, before getting to business.<br /><br />Reaching a wing down, he strokes his cock, already feeling a bit better than he generally does when masturbating. He bubbles out some air in a somewhat exaggerated moan that quickly becomes genuine, as the intentional loss of air makes him feel even better. With that, he&#039;s confirmed it for himself: He&#039;s become an aquaphile. Smiling at his increasing need to breathe, he continues to jack off. Normally it takes the phoenix a fair bit longer to climax than he can hold his breath, but he feels it might go differently now...<br /><br />His lungs gradually resume burning, and for once he doesn&#039;t try to ignore it, in fact trying to focus on it. He grunts and twitches, his chest heaving and forcing out bubbles, and he puts his free wing back on his beak in the hope of lasting longer. The pleasure builds at almost the same rate as his need to breathe, but the struggling and purple-faced phoenix isn&#039;t sure it&#039;s going to be enough... He continues though, enjoying himself regardless and fully willing to drown again, this time intentionally, and wondering whether a willing drowning will feel better than an unwilling one.<br /><br />He doesn&#039;t have to wait long. Bubbles stream from his beak despite his effort in holding it shut, he curls his talons and shivers, a burst of bubbles follows a strained and nervous chirp, and as a spurt of precum leaks from his cock, he reaches his limit for the second time on this long dive. Another cloud of bubbles erupts away, and water rushes into his lungs once more. Since he now knows how it feels to breathe water, the phoenix is able to mentally prepare himself; the pain is the same, and he chokes just as hard as before, but this time he mostly keeps from panicking.<br /><br />He bolts for the surface, clutching at his neck with one wing while continuing to jack off with the other, before he manages to stop himself from swimming up. It takes everything he has to force himself to stay down as he can&#039;t keep himself from gasping again and again, and he barely notices that his masturbation is feeling even better.<br /><br />But, it seems like it might just not be enough. Like before, his struggles slow, the water in his lungs weighing him down to land back on the rock he&#039;d been on. This time, he fights to stay awake, stroking his cock at an increasingly sluggish pace as his thoughts slow as well and water wheezes in and out of his chest. He can feel himself approaching an orgasm at last, and he purposely takes the deepest breaths he can, trying to add to his pleasure just a little more... But, too soon, he&#039;s too exhausted to move any more. Going limp again, the phoenix looks down at his cock, his last thoughts being frustration this time... Then, he&#039;s unconscious once more.<br /><br />Another minute passes, some nearby fish growing curious of the drowned bird, poking at his feathers before swimming off as he begins to glow again. The light flares and fades, and a few bubbles of newly created air trickle from his slack beak before he closes it, his eyes reopening. Surely this time would be the one if he started right away. Without hesitation, he sits up and resumes masturbating, unfortunately needing to restart the process as he knows it resets when he dies.<br /><br />This time, he tries fantasizing, closing his eyes and thinking. He imagines a scenario where he&#039;s trapped in a cage that&#039;s then thrown in a lake, his captors abandoning him. He&#039;d drown again and again, dying and reviving repeatedly until someone would find him, potentially a very long time later... He likes the idea of a less long term version of that. Maybe he could ask a friend to lock him underwater for an hour sometime.<br /><br />As he starts to imagine his fourth drowning in that imaginary cage, he&#039;s brought back to his third drowning-in-progress in reality by a heave of his chest. If he doesn&#039;t manage to cum this time, the phoenix is thinking he&#039;ll just give up on a breathless orgasm for now. With that in mind, he tries harder than before, relaxing as much as he can to use as little oxygen as possible. Even still, he&#039;s burning through this new breath at about the same rate as the other two, his chest soon beginning to heave once again. Intentional bubbling cuts down on the time he has, yet builds his pleasure in exchange, the phoenix once again growing relatively close to an orgasm... And again, closer to drowning.<br /><br />His bubbling becomes less voluntary, he begins to tremble just a little again as a purple tint appears on his face once again, but this time he doesn&#039;t hold his beak. He uses his free wing to join his first in stroking his unsatisfied cock, struggling and whining in his attempts to keep holding his breath... Too soon, he loses that battle once again, his whines turning to gurgles as the increasingly familiar feeling of drowning takes hold. His willpower has improved again; this time, he manages to stay sitting, but still grips his neck and kicks his talons as he hacks out water and bubbles.<br /><br />Just like before, he starts to relax before too long, closing in on both climaxing and passing out... This time, he refuses to let himself go. His movements slow, his vision dims, and the heaves of his chest are like little hiccups as he fights to both move and stay conscious. Then, as a bout of even more intense dizziness fills his head, the feeling of pleasure begins to surge, helping him stay awake. It&#039;s finally happening.<br /><br />The waterlogged phoenix tilts his head back with a smile, and lets out a sleepy and almost drunken moan as his blue cock starts spurting out cum at last. Each orgasmic throb helps restore his willpower, fighting off the dimming of his consciousness as it&#039;s as if his body is briefly running on pleasure instead of oxygen. Panting water without a care, his tongue hangs from his beak as the space in front of him clouds with his cum and his body pushes itself to its absolute limit.<br /><br />Then, after nearly half a minute of cumming, it&#039;s over. The phoenix promptly slumps back on the rock, more exhausted than he&#039;s ever been. Barely managing to focus enough to even see, he smiles at the white-tinted water around him, before he stops resisting passing out. In just a few seconds, he&#039;s unconscious again, a slight blue tint visible on his body below his feathers.<br /><br />Another delay, another flare of light, and the phoenix returns to awareness, noticeably groggy this time. This tiredness happened sometimes, when he&#039;d die several times in a row, but was never much of an issue. Shaking his head to try to wake himself up, he sighs in contentment before jumping from the rock to finally surface. It was high time he got some air that his inherent magic didn&#039;t create.</span>",
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