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Fou'Luko - [iconname]treblewulph[/iconname]
Oh look, another one of my daily quickies that got WAY out of hand and was too long at nearly 6,000 words! (I swear, I actually have to either impose stricter rules on these things or charge more)
In this story, we see a fellow unfamilair with my world waking up with no memory of their past, forced to deal with some rapid onset arousal in their natural habitat: Underwater! However, turns out their body emits a pheromone that brings all the cetaceans to him.
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Needs of the Deepest
\tFou'Luko stirred, groaning gently and writhing in place on his belly as the surf tickled his toes and tail. His exhalation blew sand away from his face to cascade over his hand. As he slowly opened his eyes, he had a moment of panic as he realized he had lost himself somehow and couldn't recall who or what he was. He jolted up into a sitting position, tail curled up between his legs and hands behind him for balance. After taking a moment to let the feeling pass, a spreading feeling of dread manifested.
\tSeconds passed, then minutes with him just staring blankly out from the beach and over the gently lapping waves of the ocean in front of him. Or a lake. Or a sea. He had no idea. The more time that passed without his memories flooding back, the greater his dread. This sort of feeling should be fleeting, right? It made sense to wake up from a dream only to have a touch of existential dread before the pieces of his life fell back into place. Right?
\tAnd yet, as he sat in the sand, breathing heavily and gulping to himself, no memories came back. Nothing about his life slotted back into place. At best all he could conjure from his memories was a few flashes of metal and tubes and needles. He got the faintest hint of a name, Fou'Luko, but that was as far as it went. He got nothing else.
\tIt took him a moment to even realize that he had a tail. His mind had normalized it internally, yet now that he was actually looking down to observe his own body he was shocked at how right it felt, yet it also felt wrong somehow. This was clearly the right body, yet he felt like it was unnatural and he couldn't explain why.
\tFurther, he was ill-defined between the legs. Perhaps not the first thing most people would look at when having an existential attack, but when he glanced down to test out the muscles on his tail he couldn't help but notice that he had only a nondescript slit where his thighs met.
\tHe had feather-like fur all over his body, mostly white on the belly, calves, forearms, and neck with black accents on his legs, elbows, and fingertips. The rest of his body was covered in two toned blue fur, with mostly light teal spots on each of his hips. Mostly teal because the largest one the farthest down his thigh looked like it was more magenta. And glowing.
\tWhen he narrowed his eyes, confused at what he saw, he felt something on his head shift so he raised a hand to feel it. The dull thrumming of his fingertips on his head there told him those were his ears. As he flexed the muscles in his jaw and where his neck met, he was able to angle them adjust them so that he could focus his hearing. It felt awkward at first – physically felt, because everything seemed so loud to him – because each ear was hearing something slightly different, creating an imbalance that he had to consciously adjust and anticipate.
\tLuckily, controlling his ears quickly became second nature within a matter of minutes so it no longer was something he had to actively concentrate on.
\tWhen he got to his feet, he stumbled backwards and would have fell on his rump if not for the tail behind him turning him into a tripod. Right, that's a lot of mass behind him, he needed to adjust his posture to lean forward a bit to counter balance it. That made sense. It didn't take him long to find the angle he needed for equilibrium. It was only a slight forward lean but just like the ears it became natural pretty quickly.
\tHe also learned pretty quickly that his feet had the biggest, most dexterous toes! Every tiny step, he was able to curl his toe talons and pick up some sand from the beach and drop it with purpose. “Neat.” He said to himself, immediately noting that his voice was somehow deeper than he was expecting but also more feminine. “Huh.”
\tOnce he had taken a few moments to himself to learn the basics of his body, he started looking around to survey his surroundings. He was on a beach, that much he knew. Behind him was a jungle made up of tall, thin trees with layered trunks and vines wrapped around them, each tree had broad fern-like leaves, and there was a dense underbrush that was made of a tangle of bushes and more ferns. There were no rocks, shells, or creatures on the beach, almost like all the sand had been filtered or sifted. It was too perfect. It was also nearly white, which was not unheard of but still uncommon.
\tHow he knew that if he couldn't remember anything prior to waking up remained a mystery.
\tCurious, he stepped up to the treeline, which was raised up off the edge of the beach and held in place by thick roots that were covered in sand. When he cradled one of the ferns, he tried his best to see if he could identify it, if the leaf shape looked familiar or if he could conjure up some term for it. Of course, nothing came to mind. Everything looked alien to him.
\tNearby was the sound of clicking coming from a rustling pile of sand. He focused his eyes, which almost hurt because he seemed to have exceptional vision good enough to identify single grains of the sand at this distance. From the pile came a creature that was sleek and shaped like a bird, but with feathers that appeared to be made out of crustacean shell, its head a little helmet with buggy eyes on either side. “What are you?” He asked as he crouched down and tried to get close.
\tThe creature made a motion with its shell wing to clap, making a spark erupt and a small fire ball burst in his general direction. He startled and fell onto his tail as the creature scuttled and hopped away. When it made its way to the shore, it dove in and 'flew' through the water like a bird.
\tHe brushed himself of the sand that found its home in his fur. “Well, okay. How strange.” He didn't know what else to say, as he didn't have the words to put his thoughts into form yet.
\tAs he was brushing his thigh with his hand to clear the sand, he noticed that the magenta spot at the bottom of the patch of spots on his thigh was throbbing, while the two nearest to it were also starting to turn a similar shade of pink. “Do I need to be concerned about that?” He mused to himself.
\tFrom behind, he could hear some sort of pop and fizzle, which startled him again and he nearly fell over. This time he had enough instinct to counter balance it. “Ah!” When he glanced up over the trees, he saw a red streak shooting into the sky that exploded into a dozen smaller streaks, each one of them sparkling and flashing before dimming into nothing. Fireworks. So there were people here.
\tHis brain started doing internal calculations. Would the risk be worth it? Should he go and see who the other people were? Maybe ask if anyone knew him or where he was? No, maybe he should avoid it if he could. This body felt foreign to him, so maybe he was a monster and they'd kill him on sight. Or maybe they'd all look like him and he'd figure everything out?
\tAfter internally arguing with himself over it, he chose not to take the risk. He could at the very least spend more time alone getting to know himself before exposing himself to others. Maybe his memories would come back? It was hard to know. He doubted it, though. After nearly an hour of exploring, investigating, and practising with his body, he wasn't getting any of his memories back but he was getting more comfortable with the tail and fur and cute ears.
\tHe especially liked how his fur was splayed out in chunks, almost like feathers or scales.
\tDuring his stretching to see how flexible he was, he noticed more of the spots on his thigh had turned magenta. There was a pattern working its way up his thigh, one big spot with many tiny speckles around it, then two above it, then three above those and wrapped around his waist. The first two rows were now compltely magenta and the middle of the three in the third row was pink while the two on either side were turning.
\tDesperate for some sort of data, he poked each spot to see if that did anything. It didn't. He stroked them, which also didn't do anything. Then he pried the fur aside to see if he could get to the skin and it just looked pink and was gently glowing as the rest of his skin was lightly blue-tinted.
\tWhile he was exploring himself, he felt a throbbing between his legs. He didn't think twice about it at first because he categorized it as a peculiarity of the awkward angle he was in to investigate his outer thigh, but it persisted even when he sat back and found some comfort. That's when he saw a tiny blue-tinted, conical nub of flesh. When he touched it, he twitched in delight and his hips bucked forth, a tiny globule of mess squeezing out the end.
\t“Oh, right, of course that's my cock.” He said to himself. “But I would have accepted clit. Maybe. It's hard to tell. I don't actually know.” Fou knew it was strange to talk to himself but there were no others around to judge so he had a conversation with the only one he could trust.
\tAnd since he was alone, he had no issues cradling and caressing his emerging length. It felt good, of course, so he kept squeezing and tugging co coax it out of him until he was sure he'd unveiled his full length, which was nearly as long as his entire forearm! Sure, it was thin at the tip but it was thick at the base and covered in a thick slime that created webs between his fingers when he pulled his hand away.
\tWhen he clenched his pelvic muscles in a certain way, the length of it curled upwards, then flopped back down. He tensed up one thigh, then the other, and found it bent side to side. He was hoping to find a muscle that'd make the very tip curl so it could grab things but he didn't quite have the dexterity for that. Yet. Or maybe ever, he had no way of knowing.
\tBut the more he played with himself, the more he felt a heat rise in his chest that coursed through him. Almost like a fever but it was a pleasant tingle that made him feel like he needed a release more than anything else. Somewhere in the back of his mind this went to having to relieve himself but that thought was quashed before he could fully form the idea.
\tIf he was getting hot flashes under his fur, he figured the best way to handle that would be to wade into the water. The instant the surf cascaded over his feet he began to feel refreshed. Like at least that part of him had found equilibrium. The water should have felt chilly, but it felt perfectly balanced.
\tSo he kept walking away from the shore, the gently lapping waves splashing against his calves, knees, and then thighs. When the first bit of water washed over his cock, he felt strangely compelled to touch himself, which he resisted.
\tHe kept going deeper until he was in deep enough water that it wrapped around his chest, and eventually came to his neck. There, he waded gently, his hands swaying at his sides for balance in the gentle motions of the water. When he brought his hand up to rub the side of his head and caress his own ear, he saw that little webs had formed up to the second digit on each finger. “Learning new things every few minutes. Very useful.” He said to himself, then ducked under the surface to float with his butt hovering just over the sandy floor, tail out behind him like a rudder.
\tTo his surprise, his hearing didn't get doused. On the contrary, he could hear everything around him from the scuttling of creatures in the sand to the chirping squeaks of some creatures ahead of him. He could tell exactly where the chirps and squeaks were coming from, so he kept his eyes in that direction, noting to himself that his vision was perfectly clear, too.
\tThere was nothing to see at first but the vast expanse of blue nothing highlighted by the dancing streaks of sun breaking through the surface.
\tWhen he looked down he could see what appeared to be a cloud of milky slime emanating from his cock's length, oozing out from his slit. Curious, he cradled his length and slipped a few fingers into himself to discover that he remained slick and well lubricated despite being underwater.
\tDistracted by this, he started to stroke himself, closing his eyes and letting his chest heave while he pleasured himself.
\tWait, that couldn't be right. His eyes shot open in shock as he realized he'd been underwater for minutes without feeling like he needed to breach. He wasn't explicitly holding his breath, nor was he breathing and yet his chest heaved as though he was. Could be breathe underwater? Or did he just not need to breathe?
\tThese questions hovered in his mind as he used his webbed hands to float between the surface and the sea bed beneath him; he quickly came to realize he felt far more natural underwater.
\tRight as he was coming to terms with this, he recognized two gray blurs coming towards him from the deeper parts of the water ahead of him. They were like two glistening cylinders that leapt out of the water and then dove back in and then used flippers to propel themselves to him.
\tDolphins. Two of them. He recognized dolphins. Both were about twice his length and to his shock and delight one of them had a curved cock poking out from its underside like a reverse rudder.
\tThere was a brief moment of cognitive dissonance while they closed the gap to Fou as he struggled with not knowing whether he was in danger or not. Part of him knew that dolphins could be a problem, but the other part was not only comfortable with this but eagerly welcomed them.
\tTo his delight, they didn't ram into him. Instead, as soon as they made it to Fou, they swam tight circles around him and then slid past him, nuzzling his thighs and sides as they doubled back. The male with the exposed cock even rotated to the side and used his cock to wrap around Fou's legs, nearly making him tumble in the water.
\tThe female tried the same but lacked a member, so he reached out to caress her side. He didn't want to impose upon her, but she twisted like the male did, almost like she was forcing his hand to slide down her slit. With that invitation, he waited for her second pass and did it again, only this time he tried to slip a couple fingers into her. When he succeeded, he noticed her insides had a similar slimy consistency to the mess his cock was coated with.
\tKnowing this, he waited for the male's return trip so he could see what that powerful looking cock felt like between his fingers. While he did manage to stroke down its length on the male's pass, the dolphin quickly turned behind him, using his long red cock to cradle and prod under Fou's tail.
\tHis eyes went wide and every single muscle in his body shivered and tensed in delight. That subtle touch under the base of his tail seemed to reset something deep inside him, activating instincts he didn't know he had. He didn't even think about it when he lifted his tail and bent over while fully submerged, deliberately exposing himself to the dolphins.
\tThis position allowed him to see the spots on his thigh, all of which now were fully magenta and pulsating with glow. Was that something to do with his rising arousal? Was that what seemed to make him a beacon for these horny dolphins?
\tHe had next to no time to think about it when both the male and female swirled around and ended up behind him, where they used their maws to bite on both his arms before propelling him beyond the sand bar and over the sandy shelf that served as the cliff as the water got incredibly deep. At least a hundred metres deep or more; he couldn't see the bottom due to the clouds of sediment.
\tThey let his arms go after they got far enough away from the underwater cliff, leaving him floating a half dozen body lengths from the surface. Then they doubled back and resumed their sensual play by bucking their hips into him, the male using his cock to probe and grip Fou's leg or arm or tail, and the female doing all she could to encourage him to use his hand or cock on her.
\tBoth were completely unabashed by their behaviour, shameless in their brazen desire for the right kind of attention. And the more they played with Fou, the more of his cock slipped from his sheathe to secrete more of that cloudy fluid that swirled around him.
\tThe female then offered a dorsal fin to him, inviting him to grab it and go for a ride. When he took it, however, she spun around so that he was belly to belly with her, arm wrapped around her body and hand gripping the front base of her dorsal fin. This precise motion made it so that his cock was pressed right against her slit. When she bucked into him, it forced her folds to envelop his length starting at the tip but only making it about halfway down.
\tWhile she was doing all she could to coax Fou into her, the male finally found the right grip by wrapping himself around Fou's side with his prehensile member gently cradling the underside of his tail, actively probing to penetrate while both the male and the female nuzzled beak to beak.
\tWere they kissing while using him as a toy for both of them?
\tHe didn't know and didn't have time to bask in the glory of being cradled and played with both in front and back because in an instant both of them stopped what they were doing, chirped at one another, then bolted off as fast as they could go into the depths, but more specifically along the cliff of sand to the side and not out into open waters.
\t“Well that can't be good.” He said, noting to himself that he was able to speak underwater with some clarity. He had no idea why that was but he didn't have time to question it because a moment later two blurs emerged from the depths, both considerably larger than the gray dolphins, both black and white. Another creature that he recognized, orcas. Technically the same family as dolphins but often mistaken for whales. That random bit of trivia didn't help him as he wondered if he was to be a meal.
\tThe logical, conscious part of him was worried, yet his instincts were telling him to be calm. That he wasn't in danger. He couldn't rationalize that, but it felt right so he remained in place, hovering well below the surface of the water with the two orcas swimming in his direction.
\tOnce they got close enough, they paused to float next to him instead of swimming past. They leaned in and nuzzled, prodded with their snouts, and seemed particularly interested in his midsection. One of them propelled forward while sniffing his groin, making him tumble around in the water and end up floating upside down. He only even knew he was upside down because the glimmer of the sun breaching the choppy surface was now below him. He felt comfortable at any angle, it seemed.
\tWhile he rotated in place, he noticed his tail trailed in the same pattern, showing that the tip was now puffed out wide and broad. It must have happened when the dolphin hooked the base of his tail and he felt his body chemistry shift. He hadn't noticed it when on land.
\tJust like the pair of dolphins, one of the two orcas had a thick pink cock slowly emerging from a ventral slit as he swam around, encircling Fou. While he was distracted by the male, what he assumed was a female bumped into him again, this time deliberately aiming for his crotch. She nuzzled his belly and opened her maw to extend her tongue, cradling his length in its fold.
\tHe shivered as she focused on his member, pressing his chest to her snout and holding on as best he could, careful to not reach too far and poke her eye. He wanted to show appreciation, not jab her and scare her off.
\tDistracted now by her, he hardly noticed when a shadow passed over him. When he twisted back to look he saw the male hovering just behind him, massive cock fully erect and exposed in a serpentine shape. The tip was thin, like Fou's, but it was as long as his leg and even thicker than that.
\t“Oh, I don't think that's going to fit.” He said to himself, suddenly mildly panicked.
\tBut the orca either couldn't hear or couldn't understand him because his concern was completely ignored. The male kicked its tail fin gently to get a bit of propulsion, easing forward while carefully aiming his tapered member under Fou's tail base.
\tThe moment that fleshy tendril touched the underside of his tail, his eyes rolled back and his toes all curled, spine twisting and arching to best facilitate the right angle. He wanted to feel that gargantuan member inside him, his instincts practically demanded it.
\tThough the aim was not perfect, the orca's member was prehensile and able to twist and roll to get the right angle, the tapered tip finding its goal with relative ease.
\tIn truth, Fou would have been happy if that powerful fleshy member just continued caressing the underside of his tail even without slipping into him. For some reason, that was the best part. He melted as soon as he felt anything cradling him where tail met hips.
\tBut that wasn't what the orca wanted. Instead, the male kicked again, forcing itself forward and into Fou with ease while also propelling them both forward because the orca was far larger than him and his paltry weight wasn't enough to counter the thrust so he just ended up dashing through the water on the tip of a gargantuan tapered cock.
\tThe female was there to help, though. She bolted forward and then twisted around so that her chin pressed to the males, effectively pinning him between both of their rounded bellies with his chest aimed right at her massive slit. Her entrance was massive, long enough that he felt like with the right leverage he could crawl right in.
\tAnd then wonder why he'd think something like that. Yet, as the male bucked into him, pinning him to the female with his cock while the tapered tip buried a bit deeper every time, the idea of feeling her insides enveloping him made him tingle and every digit curl. The thought of ripples of hot flesh passing over his arms made him actively push back onto the cock that continued to force itself in him.
\tWhy? He had no idea. How did it fit? He didn't know. A shaft that thick looked and even felt like it would never be able to enter him at all, let alone bury half of its length under his tail. Half of its length and more, in fact. That was about as far as it went, though, he was about two thirds down the length of the orca's member when he got to a point where his hip bones were keeping the rigid girth from going any deeper.
\tAnd yet he still felt the tip of it pressing out against his belly, distending his abdominal wall to nearly three times its normal girth! He tried to flex and clench to keep it from probing too far forward, but once he was pressed to the underside of the female's tail, the pressure doubled back as the tip curled into a loop somewhere inside him.
\tAt the same time, the thrust from the male made his chin and face slide along the female's belly, eventually coming to rest with his muzzle between the thick folds of her slit. Curious, he wrapped his arms around her for support while neck-bobbing to simulate a thrust, tongue eagerly probing her depths to get a taste. Like him, her inner walls were coated in a thick, viscous slime that somehow repelled water so it didn't dilute or dissolve.
\tHe happily smiled and nuzzled, using every muscle in his neck to probe into her depths with his snout while the male pressed against her, squeezing Fou in between them, his cock buried and undulating in waves inside him. The writhing tendril of orca cock inside him made his belly bulge jump and shift from side to side, all things that felt like they shouldn't be possible if not for his body finding a way to adapt to the extreme stretch. And he loved it.
\tIt was so satisfying to him, giving him a sense of accomplishment despite not actually doing anything to earn it. He seemed to just be naturally stretchy, which he loved. Feeling that beast curl and unfurl and probe in his depths without a hint of pain or discomfort made him feel like a master of the orca pod. It made him feel like he could take on the world in multiple ways.
\tHe felt powerful, containing such a beast.
\tWhich is why he actually pushed back against the male, using his face in the female's slit for leverage to try and force himself down on that tapered shaft. He wanted more. Needed it.
\tAnd it was no surprise that when putting himself at that angle with a beast so massive buried nearly hilt deep in his tail hole slit, the resulting thrust from the male forced his head to pop all the way into the female, only stopping when his shoulders met the two sides of the slit and he could go no deeper. The male's cock then pressed hard against his belly, almost like it was trying to get into the female's slit through him. She seemed to be expecting it, too, since her walls began to clench tight around his head, churning the sleek fluid between them while using her silken walls to massage him.
\tIt still didn't hurt but it did feel like the pressure was a bit much and his shoulders were acting like a plug against her slit folds. So, instead of trying to back out or wiggle his way from between them, he twisted his torso while still impaled on orca cock so that his shoulders matched the vertical alignment of her slit instead of being stuck by being horizontal.
\tNow, with the entirety of his torso aligned so that the shoulders would grind against the top and bottom of her slit, the next thrust from the male forced him deeper into her, lips sliding down his torso all the way to the waist in a single thrust.
\tHe kicked his legs, not in desperation or in pain, but to try to adjust his body as her walls clenched tight around him. The thought of using his entire body to pleasure her tickled something deep inside her. Either that or it was the cock that was burrowing inside him. One way or the other he felt like he had purpose and was being fulfilled. Physically and metaphorically.
\tHis arms were squeezed tight to his side, wrapped around the bulge in his belly as the male's member continued to thrust into him. Sadly, he was so relatively big he barely moved inside her, so she didn't get the friction she needed even when she bucked her entire body into the male.
\tThe pressure of both of them on either side of Fou was rather intense and pressed his legs and tail to her opening, splaying them out so he didn't go deeper. He figured that might be as far as it went, until he felt the prehensile tip of the orca's member grip something inside him, perhaps a bend in his guts, then start thrusting again. This made it so that his entire body was anchored to the male, so every time he thrust into the female, Fou's entire body pumped in and out of her while staying static on him.
\tOf course this didn't last too exceptionally long. The male thrust, using Fou to pleasure the female at the expense of the friction that would have helped him. Which was kind, but it also meant she grew tender and loose as she eagerly accepted the girth of her partner's member and the added girth of Fou's torso slamming into her.
\tThe male was not gentle, either. He put all his weight and power into each thrust, plowing through Fou's depths and also forcing him to go deeper and deeper into the female until his hips popped beyond her slit, leaving only his feet and tail sticking out to swish about and disperse the fluids that all three of them were secreting.
\tOne more thrust, and Fou felt himself forced deep through the tight passage and into an almost roomy chamber in between, leaving only the tip of his tail beyond the warmth of the female's flesh. The male's cock was the only thing sharing the passage with him, and the very tip of it remained ever so slightly inside his tail slit.
\tInside her, he couldn't help but curl up in what he assumed was her womb with his tail end aimed at the entrance. He could feel his own cock twitching and flailing inside, idly caressing the walls that squeezed in around him as the larger orca member thrust in and out.
\tThe sensation of having the male's length pumping through her opening next to his tail made Fou a little giddy. And he continued to squirm in delight, his motion massaging her walls as the cock poked him and sought a tighter and more snug place to bury itself.
\tThe orca male's prehensive tip actually wrapped around Fou's cock for a moment before adjusting on the next thrust and grinding up the underside of the tail to rest between tail base and rump cheek. The third thrust, which hit with so much aggression that he felt the entirety of the female around him shift and jerk, found Fou's tail slit and curled inside to make sure it didn't pop out again.
\tRight then, every abdominal and pelvic muscle around him squeezed at once as the female stole an orgasm from Fou and the male at the same time. The pressure was intense enough that Fou was stuck with his head curling down to nuzzle his own crotch right as he felt the orca's cock pulsate and pump a torrent of seed directly into him. The swell in his belly was immediate, his own abdominal wall pressing to his cheek as his guts inflated with the essence of the male orca.
\tSuch pressure was too much for him, and while the male's shaft plugged him adequately, the pressure grew too quick and to aggressively, resulting in some of the emission erupting from Fou's slit to fill every crevice between himself and the womb flesh that enveloped him.
\tThe male stayed deep, bucking and twitching erratically as more small bits of seed shot into the womb around him, soaking his fur. He could feel the female spinning as she swam, dancing with the male during copulation. And he got to feel the ride every bit of the way.
\tOnce the male pulled out with what Fou could swear was an audible pop, he was left in the female's womb as the entrance sealed up. He kept his big, rounded belly that sloshed with orca seed as he curled up in a perfect ball, finding serenity in the comfort of the soft walls that held him.
\tIn fact, he fell into a lull near sleep where time seemed distorted. Like he was on the edge of a nap for the briefest of moments and for an entire night's sleep simultaneously. He had no way to perceive time, as he was floating, suspending in flesh in a creature that likewise was floating in water.
\tThough he lacked perspective to know for sure, it felt like it may have been one of the most relaxing, passionate things he'd ever done.
\tAt least until the walls contracted around him again, squeezing him and shifting him inside her so that his face was aimed at her birth canal. Once she felt him teasing her passage, she gave another full-bodied squeeze of every muscle in her abdomen to force him to slide out of her in one brisk movement, the relative tightness of her pussy compared to womb squeezing the seed from her to leave it sloshing inside her as he was expelled back into the open water.
\tThough he seemed naturally adapted to the temperature of water, he couldn't help but feel the subtle chill when compared to being inside orca womb.
\tAs he watched the pair of them swim away into the depths, he noticed that the light above him was dimmer, cooler than before. It must have been night.
\tHe swam back to the surface and breached, finally taking in a breath of air after all this time. He actually wasn't too far from the shore, so he kicked his feet and swished his tail and swam his way back to the beach, interestingly the exact same beach he'd woken upon before exploring the water and being accosted by multiple cetaceans.
\tAs soon as he took his first steps on the beach under the clear twin moon light, he realized just how different he felt. From the moment he felt that first dolphin tease the underside of his tail, he was in bliss right up until he was expelled from the orca's womb. But now that he was back on land, everything felt mundane.
\tAnd he was so tired. As in, he was suddenly so fatigued he could barely stand. He swayed and fell to one knee before trying to will himself back up. It didn't work, he just fell in place, in almost the exact same position on his belly and location he'd woken up.
\tThe last thing he saw before his vision blurred and blacked was the image of a black and white quadruped avian in the shadows of the tree line with the most intense, piercing blue eyes.