Slick, Slippery, Slimed--The Siren's Call
And there she sat, her mermaid's tail stretched long and muscular, tensile, and sporting the broadest, biggest fluke i'd ever seen on a fish--silvery, soft patches of pink and yellow webbing that spanned the gap between strong blue scaly flesh.
Pink Salmon
"nyeh, where's all the fish?" i rhetorically ask my feline boyfriend while occasionally tugging on our only fishing pole. "feels like it's been fur-ever..."
Wonderland
"Eli, is... is there anything I can do to help?" The turtle-crab had raised an eyebrow quizzically at her. "To help with what?" Mano hadn't known how to broach the topic. "Have you ever thought about seeing someone? About everything that happened, I...
The 12 Days of Satire Christmas
On the second day of christmas my mansion gave it to me, 2 betta fishes and an adorable gingerbread house. on the third day of christmas my mansion gave it to me, 3 build a bear plushies, 2 betta fishes, and an adorable gingerbread house.
Civic Duties - Part 3
The fish gave a slow, languid nod back. he wasn't wearing his normal leather jacket, for once. simon was in a plain pair of pants and a t-shirt.
Comfort Zones
I mean, beyond saying that he was staying with a fish." "well, i guess if it just didn't come up..." that was good at least. noah was respecting her wishes for discretion, even if he didn't know her reasoning. she gulped.
Here, Fishy Fishy!
**Here, Fishy Fishy!** By: DankeDonuts [https://dankedonuts.sofurry.com/](https://dankedonuts.sofurry.com/) Above... the freezing vacuum of space, relentless solar winds, and brutal magnetic storms. Below... the rush and roll of...
The Aral Sea
There were many other fish and swimmers down in the water with her, thrashing and sending streams of bubbles past her. the music thundered down here, too, but it was altered.
Driftwood
While fish didn't need to sleep to live, it was still something which as humanoids they'd become able to do (like blinking and breathing air) to gain back lost energy and turn their minds off for a while.
Poem: The Twilight Dawn, Souls of the Morning
The tomb which otters dance within the unknowing seas reaches out, leading the fishes of tomorrow throughout the never-ending flows of hope within their hearts, the sharks wishing within the hearts of many, wanting the visions of heart's lust to reveal the
Part 1: The Naming Ceremony
Woven baskets and fired pottery filled with saltrice harvest and fishing bounties sat in a stockpile nearby. the smell of fire and smoke hung in the air. the hatchling's snout wrinkled when he smelled it.
Jolly
So that was easy because fish were usually out there. she talked about her goals and ambitions. she felt the interview went well. happy, but she wouldn't use the word jolly.