157 Vol. 3 pt. 27 Patch 5.0: A Beach, a Cat, and Tentacles (2/2)
”What – what was that for?!” Cassiel shouts, her face burning red and her voice even more flustered in tone than before.
”Nya should be more honest with nyaself,” Aiko purrs into Cassiel's ear, making the blonde jump up and gain some distance between them.
While they continue their commotion on the beach, Fenrir and Nell swim together underneath the water.
Nell mainly uses her tail and fin-like wings when swimming underwater, but Fenrir still has to use his regular arms and legs.
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”It's pretty crazy being able to swim so easily and to talk underwater like this,” Fenrir says.
”It is wonderful, is it not? Just look!” Nell says and points at one of the reefs.
It is brilliantly colored with bright reds and yellows. Sea anemones cover it as do plants that look like that are made out of thousands of tentacle-like hairs. The gentle current pushes the hairs and makes them look as if they are swaying in the wind while small fish swim in between them.
Farther down the reef, the two spot dolphins and sharks swimming around doing nothing in particular. There is really nothing special about what they are doing, but that is part of what makes it such a wondrous sight. They are just two beings of the ocean who live and swim together. Those dolphins might be snacks for the sharks at some other time, but right now, they are both just cohabitating members of the same ecosystem.
Then there are all of the fantasy fish and creatures! One anemone near the bottom is especially large and has dozens of large tentacles protruding from it that occasionally lash out and wrap around nearby fish swimming by, pulling the fish down into its maw at the center of its body.
There's even a shark with three heads like Cerberus! Fenrir wants to check it out some more, but then something catches his attention in the corner of his eye: a chest.
Not one of his girlfriends' chests, either. What he sees is a sunken, wooden chest potentially full of rare loot or tons of money!
Fenrir swims down toward it but gets stopped by Nell halfway there.
”What's wrong?” he asks her.
”Watch,” Nell says.
That three-headed shark from earlier swims by the chest and bumps into it with one of its heads.
The lid of the chest swings open and unleashes a spiked tongue! Its tongue coils around the shark, embeddings its spikes into the shark's flesh, and then pulls the entire shark into the chest before closing the lid.
”Oh. How – how'd you know it was a mimic?” Fenrir asks her.
”I saw it eat a fish earlier before you noticed it,” Nell answers with a smile.
Simple and honest.
”Is being underwater not wonderful?” Nell asks.
”It really is. Thanks a ton for giving me this ability. Being stronger around you and all that is just a bonus compared to this in my opinion. I mean, who doesn't want to swim around underwater and get to breathe under it? I wonder how deep into the ocean we could go.”
”I was warned to not venture too deep into watery depths. I do not believe our bodies would be able to handle the pressure and, as I was warned, there are fearsome foes where the sun's rays can no longer reach – foes that would not hesitate to tear us into many little pieces with ease. Not even the serpents venture into the farthest depths of the oceans.”
”Woah, seriously? Even the serpents are afraid of what might be down there?”
”It is not what might be down there, my hero. It is what is down there.”
”You're just making me want to fish them up with a really big hook.”
”You would likely need the most impressive hook in all of existence, my hero. It would also most likely need to be the size of a ship!”
”So, I just need to sink a ship and use it as bait and a hook?”
”I – I am not sure that would work, my hero.”
”True. I'll figure something out. Anyways, we should get back to the others. I want to shake off my water onto Aiko and see how she reacts since she's a cat now. Her reaction should be even more amusing than Cass Cass's is when I do that.”
”It would not be so horrid if you did not smell like a wet hound after swimming.”
”You saying I smell bad?”
”Indeed! However, the distasteful scent of your wet fur fuels my fantasies and assists me in imagining the scents of—”
”Yeah, let's go back,” Fenrir says, grabbing her by her wrist to lead her back to shore.