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Image created by: phyrexianrevoker
Story Written by: TurnedIntoDragon and phyrexianrevoker
This story was a collaboration between me and my dear dragon friend, I hope you all enjoy! You should also check her gallery!

Part 1: www.deviantart.com/phyrexianre…
Part 3: www.deviantart.com/phyrexianre…
Part 4: www.deviantart.com/phyrexianre…

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Part 2:

Barely a minute passed and I was already going insane from the same exact sight, from the same exact angle, and the same grains of dirt underneath me. I wanted to run, to feel the sand through my fingers, to read a book in my tent, or at least to stretch a single joint! I wasn’t made to stand in place! I had to do something! There was no way I could bear a full weekend stranded on the shore while Nessie could show up any moment! I was used to holding still for a few minutes or at most an hour when I had to wait for an exotic animal to approach, but never had I been forced to spend a whole afternoon motionless… much less an entire weekend, and without the ability to grab my camera, I wouldn’t even be rewarded with a good picture by the end!
-
How could I spend two days right here!? My entire job revolved around exploring uncharted territory! Being stuck in place was a complete insult to everything I ever worked for! Even if the trees and rocks were interesting to look at, I could not snap a single photo of the spectacle, despite my camera sitting on the beach right beside me, with spare batteries in the tent. I almost didn’t want to know if Nessie was directly behind me!
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This has to be a dream… It has to...
-
The Saturday sun continued its drift, forcing me to live throughout the entire morning with my fat body on the ground, nothing to do but stare at the shadows slowly changing directions and to entertain myself with my own thoughts. To make things even more unbearable, I was heating up under the sun, and my gassy interior expanded an extra inch from the temperature alone, making me feel stuffed…
-
I had absolutely nothing to do. Not even my own thoughts could keep me busy for so long before devolving into panic. It wasn’t even midday and I had already run out of things to do after mentally singing every song I remembered, recalling my favourite novels, and coming up with speeches for the next press interviews. Admiring the scenery got old fast, and I was forced to start giving names to the pebbles around me and come up with a convoluted story about the gravel people from rock village and the…. AAAhhhhhhh! Damn it! Anskdkjbdkasbdkbdkads! What the hell am I supposed to do here!? I traveled all the way to this cursed loch and now I’m trapped as a pool toy? Is this even real? What kind of adventure was this? What kind of explorer finds himself in this situation!?
-
I couldn’t even close my eyes to sleep. I couldn’t even turn my head around to look at another scene. I didn’t have my cellphone to play games or text friends. I couldn’t even stretch my fingers! I didn’t even have fingers, only these stupid flippers! I couldn’t… I… I… crap! Squeak! I couldn’t even cry! My face only showed a single, static expression! If someone was to walk by and somehow rotate me a couple of degrees, I would be grateful for the slightly different view!
-
For a while, all I did was lament my situation and curse that shaman who did this to me. Only after an hour of complete boredom, I was introduced to a few new sensations that I hadn’t noticed before…
-
Whenever the breeze ran across me, I would gently wobble in place, and if I was willing to stretch that sensation, it almost felt like receiving a massage in one of those vibrating chairs. The material composing my skin was able to ripple with every force. My body shook a lot with the wind, and I couldn’t help but… somehow… relax with the pleasure waves echoing and swirling in my gaseous vessel.
-
In addition to that, the warm embrace of the sun agitated my air particles and caused the static jolts that formed my new brain to wiggle rapidly. It tickled my thoughts and caused funny, nonsensical ideas to form as my mind created random unintended connections between those ethereal synapses. Thoughts linked with each other in completely bizarre ways. It felt like having a party going on in my head…
-
Rather than panicking and crying, I began to enjoy those weird, squeaky sensations that overwhelmed me. Was there even a scientific explanation for what was going on? I wondered if actual pool toys felt that way...
-
Before I could even notice, the shadows on the ground were already signaling that night was approaching. What? I had somehow managed to survive a whole morning and half an afternoon without going insane? Was I really that entertained by the curious quirks of my gaseous form? If time continued to hurry like that I could certainly last…
-
Splash…
-
The waves on the shore swashed against my tail, refreshing that rubber skin that had been completely dried out in the sun. At first, that felt pretty good, but as the tide rose, I slowly processed what that meant for my weak, weightless body. Without the ability to crawl, I was completely subject to the tide’s whims! Considering how light this form was, and its designated purpose at public beaches and pools… my airy, buoy-like form would soon be swept away by the waves and carried into the open waters!
-
I begged in vain for the riptide to lower, but soon each tiny wave would split over my tail and gently brush against my smooth sides. The water only teased me, tickling my butt and hind fins each time the refreshing liquid came in to hydrate the dry rubber, which felt a bit… nice… and I won’t lie, my bouncy rear and fat, silly tail being wobbled up and down by those oscillations did provide a small dose of guilty pleasure. However, as minutes turned to hours, the water got closer to my front fins, and I finally started to panic again.
-
No, no, no no…
-
Just scooting a foot higher would guarantee my safety for much longer, but all I could do was mutely plead for the elements to not kidnap me from the shore. Each crash behind me had enough force to rock my entire, hollow body, tantalizing me every time it backed away, just to return and douse my butt once again.
-
While I was still trying to cope with that weird bliss of having my body caressed by the loch, I heard a loud chirping somewhere close to me. A couple of herons perched on the beach, walking around and stealing food from inside my tent, not in any sense fearful or shy, for even if they knew a human was witnessing, I posed no threat to them in this state. I truly was invisible to the wildlife, and nature simply revealed itself to me in all it’s pure, naked glory.
-
As if the waves slowly coming to get me wasn’t scary enough, one of the birds stared me right in the face, and I could not help but feel my surface cringe and my air get colder at the sight of its pointed beak, knowing this balloon-like form to be fragile… After my long career of climbing around cliff sides and evading earth’s most dangerous animals, I never thought being popped would be a serious threat to me!
-
After another hour of paralyzed toyhood and constant fear of having one of those birds peck at me, enough time had passed for my butt to be hoisted a few inches upward with each movement of the shore. Some waves caused my front fins to rise as well, the slow ascent forcing me to sit there and process how my fate was now completely decided by the environment. I had always trained myself to navigate through the most harsh locations, scoffing at blizzards and deep caverns, but now the slightest bit of wind could push me aside, a storm could send me flying miles away like a kite, anyone could simply pick me up from the floor and store me on a shelf. There was nothing to prevent the waves from claiming me, as they were able to drench the entire perimeter of my circular body, and even get a few pales worth of fluid trapped inside of… my hole, as if I were a rubbery cauldron.
-
Every time I heard those emphatic splashes, which used to be peaceful, happy sensations for me, I now braced for impact as water rushed up the shore to momentarily elevate my featherweight vessel. I desperately hoped that today’s high tide was greatly overestimated, or that my body would somehow cling to a large stone, or that the waves would simply push me up the shoreline… But I had visited enough beaches in my life to know the destiny of any object abandoned near the water.
-
Before, my goal was to tell journalists a compelling story of how I managed to snap a clear, coloured picture of Nessie swimming through the water, but now I dreaded explaining this vacation to even my family and friends. I would fabricate a lie and say I had no luck, that my clothes were ripped by a stray animal when I hung them up to dry, and that my watch was stolen by a squirrel… I’d rather all my fans forget this even happened. I would not be visiting another ocean for a long time… and I would never be able to look at a pool toy without blushing.
-
It was nearly dinner time and despite being completely empty inside, I wasn’t one bit hungry, instead I was overstuffed thanks to all that air. The passing of time only seemed to make me even fuller, and I had no idea where all of that gas was coming from. It was like having the biggest burp of my life bubbling in my belly without a way of letting it out… Sadly I would need to get used to that and just hope the pressure wouldn’t get any worse over the weekend.
-
As my body was surrounded by water, the violent flutters grew more restless, each soon shifting me a few degrees along the rocks. Every time I was embraced by the rising tide, my fins rested over the surface like four inflatable rafts, not a single bit of this form keen to stick to the ground. I was so light that even a thin layer of liquid was enough to keep me afloat.
-
Some bits of seaweed washed ashore and, as if nature was making fun of my situation, one long strand of plant matter dropped into the center of my donut shape, tickling my rubbery skin. Its gross, moist texture demanded to be removed, but I couldn’t even scratch the itch nor laugh to relieve that tension. I almost wanted another good wave to come just to wash it off, but at the same time I didn’t want to be dragged away from the shore…
-
The sun set before my eyes, and each ripple now swigged me feet away from where I previously sat. My last moment on land was coming soon. The air making up my soul tried praying for help, to at least be pushed one meter higher, but a pool toy’s fate came all the same…
-
One wave pulled back an inch, the second brought me a foot closer, and next left me sitting an arm’s length on land, while the rest of me was already afloat, rendering me vulnerable to be cast away…
-
Please… no no… don’t take me!
-
Just the very tip of my left fin was still touching the dry rocks on the surface, as if hanging to the edge of a cliff… only for a final wave to finally catch me and take me away...
-
With my four fins spread out, I watched the campsite start to shrink away…
-
I wanted to paddle back, but my movement was completely under the jurisdiction of the loch and I could not move a fiber of my body. The waves had decided to capture me. It was disheartening to just float helplessly when I used to be such a good swimmer, but at least that weird magic was temporary… I hoped...
-
My body coasted away, the tent being reduced to a little dot hidden behind some bushes until I lost sight of it. I drifted wherever the wind and currents decided to push me, sitting on the water like a fallen leaf, thinking about the dozens of kilometers of beach that I could be washed up on.
-
Any sense of relaxation I ever had while visiting a beach or pool was replaced with constant fear and panic. Every moment I was trying my hardest to move a muscle, to kick my four fins against the ocean, but I was like a raft without a paddle. Even if early on I could compel those limbs to move, when they were stuffed with nothing but air I doubted they had any strength to propel me forward.
-
The night grew dark, and it was very difficult to discern my direction. The stars shown brightly upon me, but the waves caused so much tossing and turning that I could not navigate. My mind would soon be overwhelmed with sleepiness, even though my painted eyes could not close. It drove me mad to have the same fate as a piece of driftwood, but the bubbling liquid beneath me was almost… soft, and the way my form accommodated to it made the surface more comfortable than any bed. When my body was so light and floaty, resting atop this water was similar to an air mattress… Better than that! A cloud mattress!
-
At first, I wasn’t happy to trade in my large tent and sleeping bag for a night in the open, at the mercy of the currents, but soon the quirks of my inflatable body proved themselves once again. More of the static making up my thoughts shifted out of my head as exhaustion wrought over me, as if I had spent the day exercising instead of sitting my airpumped butt on the beach. Just as my body drifted over the water, I drifted off into a dream…
-
The warmth of the sun had made my thoughts hyperactive, but the cool of the night was having the opposite effect. My consciousness spread through every inch of that gassy form, my mind just a light cloud with the sinapses slowing down and growing further away from one another. I could barely rationalize anything at this point, but instead of being thrown into an intense dread as my existence seemed to slowly vanish… The sensation was akin to falling asleep.
-
There I was, a world-renowned explorer, now resting on the water as a helpless, annoyingly-adorable floatation device, with fours fins, a long and tubby tail, a stupid blush on my face, and a body filled with nothing but embarassment and air…
-

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Part 3: www.deviantart.com/phyrexianre…

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Description
Image created by: phyrexianrevoker
Story Written by: TurnedIntoDragon and phyrexianrevoker
This story was a collaboration between me and my dear dragon friend, I hope you all enjoy! You should also check her gallery!

Part 1: www.deviantart.com/phyrexianre…
Part 3: www.deviantart.com/phyrexianre…
Part 4: www.deviantart.com/phyrexianre…

---------------

Part 2:

Barely a minute passed and I was already going insane from the same exact sight, from the same exact angle, and the same grains of dirt underneath me. I wanted to run, to feel the sand through my fingers, to read a book in my tent, or at least to stretch a single joint! I wasn’t made to stand in place! I had to do something! There was no way I could bear a full weekend stranded on the shore while Nessie could show up any moment! I was used to holding still for a few minutes or at most an hour when I had to wait for an exotic animal to approach, but never had I been forced to spend a whole afternoon motionless… much less an entire weekend, and without the ability to grab my camera, I wouldn’t even be rewarded with a good picture by the end!
-
How could I spend two days right here!? My entire job revolved around exploring uncharted territory! Being stuck in place was a complete insult to everything I ever worked for! Even if the trees and rocks were interesting to look at, I could not snap a single photo of the spectacle, despite my camera sitting on the beach right beside me, with spare batteries in the tent. I almost didn’t want to know if Nessie was directly behind me!
-
This has to be a dream… It has to...
-
The Saturday sun continued its drift, forcing me to live throughout the entire morning with my fat body on the ground, nothing to do but stare at the shadows slowly changing directions and to entertain myself with my own thoughts. To make things even more unbearable, I was heating up under the sun, and my gassy interior expanded an extra inch from the temperature alone, making me feel stuffed…
-
I had absolutely nothing to do. Not even my own thoughts could keep me busy for so long before devolving into panic. It wasn’t even midday and I had already run out of things to do after mentally singing every song I remembered, recalling my favourite novels, and coming up with speeches for the next press interviews. Admiring the scenery got old fast, and I was forced to start giving names to the pebbles around me and come up with a convoluted story about the gravel people from rock village and the…. AAAhhhhhhh! Damn it! Anskdkjbdkasbdkbdkads! What the hell am I supposed to do here!? I traveled all the way to this cursed loch and now I’m trapped as a pool toy? Is this even real? What kind of adventure was this? What kind of explorer finds himself in this situation!?
-
I couldn’t even close my eyes to sleep. I couldn’t even turn my head around to look at another scene. I didn’t have my cellphone to play games or text friends. I couldn’t even stretch my fingers! I didn’t even have fingers, only these stupid flippers! I couldn’t… I… I… crap! Squeak! I couldn’t even cry! My face only showed a single, static expression! If someone was to walk by and somehow rotate me a couple of degrees, I would be grateful for the slightly different view!
-
For a while, all I did was lament my situation and curse that shaman who did this to me. Only after an hour of complete boredom, I was introduced to a few new sensations that I hadn’t noticed before…
-
Whenever the breeze ran across me, I would gently wobble in place, and if I was willing to stretch that sensation, it almost felt like receiving a massage in one of those vibrating chairs. The material composing my skin was able to ripple with every force. My body shook a lot with the wind, and I couldn’t help but… somehow… relax with the pleasure waves echoing and swirling in my gaseous vessel.
-
In addition to that, the warm embrace of the sun agitated my air particles and caused the static jolts that formed my new brain to wiggle rapidly. It tickled my thoughts and caused funny, nonsensical ideas to form as my mind created random unintended connections between those ethereal synapses. Thoughts linked with each other in completely bizarre ways. It felt like having a party going on in my head…
-
Rather than panicking and crying, I began to enjoy those weird, squeaky sensations that overwhelmed me. Was there even a scientific explanation for what was going on? I wondered if actual pool toys felt that way...
-
Before I could even notice, the shadows on the ground were already signaling that night was approaching. What? I had somehow managed to survive a whole morning and half an afternoon without going insane? Was I really that entertained by the curious quirks of my gaseous form? If time continued to hurry like that I could certainly last…
-
Splash…
-
The waves on the shore swashed against my tail, refreshing that rubber skin that had been completely dried out in the sun. At first, that felt pretty good, but as the tide rose, I slowly processed what that meant for my weak, weightless body. Without the ability to crawl, I was completely subject to the tide’s whims! Considering how light this form was, and its designated purpose at public beaches and pools… my airy, buoy-like form would soon be swept away by the waves and carried into the open waters!
-
I begged in vain for the riptide to lower, but soon each tiny wave would split over my tail and gently brush against my smooth sides. The water only teased me, tickling my butt and hind fins each time the refreshing liquid came in to hydrate the dry rubber, which felt a bit… nice… and I won’t lie, my bouncy rear and fat, silly tail being wobbled up and down by those oscillations did provide a small dose of guilty pleasure. However, as minutes turned to hours, the water got closer to my front fins, and I finally started to panic again.
-
No, no, no no…
-
Just scooting a foot higher would guarantee my safety for much longer, but all I could do was mutely plead for the elements to not kidnap me from the shore. Each crash behind me had enough force to rock my entire, hollow body, tantalizing me every time it backed away, just to return and douse my butt once again.
-
While I was still trying to cope with that weird bliss of having my body caressed by the loch, I heard a loud chirping somewhere close to me. A couple of herons perched on the beach, walking around and stealing food from inside my tent, not in any sense fearful or shy, for even if they knew a human was witnessing, I posed no threat to them in this state. I truly was invisible to the wildlife, and nature simply revealed itself to me in all it’s pure, naked glory.
-
As if the waves slowly coming to get me wasn’t scary enough, one of the birds stared me right in the face, and I could not help but feel my surface cringe and my air get colder at the sight of its pointed beak, knowing this balloon-like form to be fragile… After my long career of climbing around cliff sides and evading earth’s most dangerous animals, I never thought being popped would be a serious threat to me!
-
After another hour of paralyzed toyhood and constant fear of having one of those birds peck at me, enough time had passed for my butt to be hoisted a few inches upward with each movement of the shore. Some waves caused my front fins to rise as well, the slow ascent forcing me to sit there and process how my fate was now completely decided by the environment. I had always trained myself to navigate through the most harsh locations, scoffing at blizzards and deep caverns, but now the slightest bit of wind could push me aside, a storm could send me flying miles away like a kite, anyone could simply pick me up from the floor and store me on a shelf. There was nothing to prevent the waves from claiming me, as they were able to drench the entire perimeter of my circular body, and even get a few pales worth of fluid trapped inside of… my hole, as if I were a rubbery cauldron.
-
Every time I heard those emphatic splashes, which used to be peaceful, happy sensations for me, I now braced for impact as water rushed up the shore to momentarily elevate my featherweight vessel. I desperately hoped that today’s high tide was greatly overestimated, or that my body would somehow cling to a large stone, or that the waves would simply push me up the shoreline… But I had visited enough beaches in my life to know the destiny of any object abandoned near the water.
-
Before, my goal was to tell journalists a compelling story of how I managed to snap a clear, coloured picture of Nessie swimming through the water, but now I dreaded explaining this vacation to even my family and friends. I would fabricate a lie and say I had no luck, that my clothes were ripped by a stray animal when I hung them up to dry, and that my watch was stolen by a squirrel… I’d rather all my fans forget this even happened. I would not be visiting another ocean for a long time… and I would never be able to look at a pool toy without blushing.
-
It was nearly dinner time and despite being completely empty inside, I wasn’t one bit hungry, instead I was overstuffed thanks to all that air. The passing of time only seemed to make me even fuller, and I had no idea where all of that gas was coming from. It was like having the biggest burp of my life bubbling in my belly without a way of letting it out… Sadly I would need to get used to that and just hope the pressure wouldn’t get any worse over the weekend.
-
As my body was surrounded by water, the violent flutters grew more restless, each soon shifting me a few degrees along the rocks. Every time I was embraced by the rising tide, my fins rested over the surface like four inflatable rafts, not a single bit of this form keen to stick to the ground. I was so light that even a thin layer of liquid was enough to keep me afloat.
-
Some bits of seaweed washed ashore and, as if nature was making fun of my situation, one long strand of plant matter dropped into the center of my donut shape, tickling my rubbery skin. Its gross, moist texture demanded to be removed, but I couldn’t even scratch the itch nor laugh to relieve that tension. I almost wanted another good wave to come just to wash it off, but at the same time I didn’t want to be dragged away from the shore…
-
The sun set before my eyes, and each ripple now swigged me feet away from where I previously sat. My last moment on land was coming soon. The air making up my soul tried praying for help, to at least be pushed one meter higher, but a pool toy’s fate came all the same…
-
One wave pulled back an inch, the second brought me a foot closer, and next left me sitting an arm’s length on land, while the rest of me was already afloat, rendering me vulnerable to be cast away…
-
Please… no no… don’t take me!
-
Just the very tip of my left fin was still touching the dry rocks on the surface, as if hanging to the edge of a cliff… only for a final wave to finally catch me and take me away...
-
With my four fins spread out, I watched the campsite start to shrink away…
-
I wanted to paddle back, but my movement was completely under the jurisdiction of the loch and I could not move a fiber of my body. The waves had decided to capture me. It was disheartening to just float helplessly when I used to be such a good swimmer, but at least that weird magic was temporary… I hoped...
-
My body coasted away, the tent being reduced to a little dot hidden behind some bushes until I lost sight of it. I drifted wherever the wind and currents decided to push me, sitting on the water like a fallen leaf, thinking about the dozens of kilometers of beach that I could be washed up on.
-
Any sense of relaxation I ever had while visiting a beach or pool was replaced with constant fear and panic. Every moment I was trying my hardest to move a muscle, to kick my four fins against the ocean, but I was like a raft without a paddle. Even if early on I could compel those limbs to move, when they were stuffed with nothing but air I doubted they had any strength to propel me forward.
-
The night grew dark, and it was very difficult to discern my direction. The stars shown brightly upon me, but the waves caused so much tossing and turning that I could not navigate. My mind would soon be overwhelmed with sleepiness, even though my painted eyes could not close. It drove me mad to have the same fate as a piece of driftwood, but the bubbling liquid beneath me was almost… soft, and the way my form accommodated to it made the surface more comfortable than any bed. When my body was so light and floaty, resting atop this water was similar to an air mattress… Better than that! A cloud mattress!
-
At first, I wasn’t happy to trade in my large tent and sleeping bag for a night in the open, at the mercy of the currents, but soon the quirks of my inflatable body proved themselves once again. More of the static making up my thoughts shifted out of my head as exhaustion wrought over me, as if I had spent the day exercising instead of sitting my airpumped butt on the beach. Just as my body drifted over the water, I drifted off into a dream…
-
The warmth of the sun had made my thoughts hyperactive, but the cool of the night was having the opposite effect. My consciousness spread through every inch of that gassy form, my mind just a light cloud with the sinapses slowing down and growing further away from one another. I could barely rationalize anything at this point, but instead of being thrown into an intense dread as my existence seemed to slowly vanish… The sensation was akin to falling asleep.
-
There I was, a world-renowned explorer, now resting on the water as a helpless, annoyingly-adorable floatation device, with fours fins, a long and tubby tail, a stupid blush on my face, and a body filled with nothing but embarassment and air…
-

---------------

NEXT CHAPTER:
Part 3: www.deviantart.com/phyrexianre…

> Support me.
www.deviantart.com/phyrexianre…
.
.
.