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Safi has been a pilot for years, never expecting to end her days on an interdicted planet, but blowing out her engines and lawn-darting into the ocean set her fate. She wakes and is told that her body will not last long enough to allow her to survive to a rescue, but there is an option. She can find a husband and join the underwater colony with a full transformation to water breathing, or she can die in under a week. For a woman whose prime personality trait is survival, it isn't too much of a choice.
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Washed Up A Trapezium Exclusive By Viola Grace
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amn, damn, damn!” Safi tried to keep control of her ship while it lawn-darted toward the surface. Every distress call, beacon and flare she had put out had been ignored by the inhabitants of the world below. Her sensors told her that there were living sentient beings below, but they had no interest in speaking to her. The satellites blared a warning that the planet was interdicted by the Coalition, not for visitation. Safi didn’t care, her engines were blown and the freighter that she was controlling was heading to the watery surface whether she wanted to or not. She hissed and sent a final message to whomever was listening. “This is Safi Morgan, captain of the Blue Dove. I have a full cargo hold for the people of Maskin and am out of control. My engines have failed and I am heading for the following coordinates. Please alert the Coalition as to my crash.” She streamed the information of the projected crash site through the com unit and unbuckled her harness. No matter what she did now, she would still be nose deep in the ocean. Her only chance was to buy herself some time in an escape pod. 1
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Lurching through the falling ship was not easy, but her hands hauled her along using the guide rails until she reached the pod room. As quickly as she could, she scuttled into the pod, buckled herself in and hooked up her life support. The mask clamped tightly over her face and a trickle of air caressed her lips. She had time to take three deep breaths before her ship struck the ocean and came apart around her. The scream of metal tearing as it plunged into the deep would remain with her forever. The pod ejected automatically and Safi tasted blood as she was flapped about like a rag doll. When her pod stilled, the only sound she heard was her breathing for three full minutes until the sides of her escape vehicle started to collapse on her. Instead of floating to the surface like it should, it seemed that her pod was carrying her into the depths. She cursed the day she agreed to transport decorative plants to Maskin and let the black of unconsciousness take her. The next period of time was a welter of pain, endless pairs of dark eyes and a low dark voice murmuring for her to hold on. The moment that she sat up and gasped, her lungs protested. She was under water and there was no air in her lungs. 2
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“Miss, be still. You have endured quite a bit of trauma. You can breathe. We installed some temporary organs that will help you survive in our fair city.” The man was middle-aged as Safi’s eyes measured it. “Where am I? How can I hear you?” She blinked when she realized that he hadn’t spoken out loud. “That is one of the organs we installed, a psi lobe for your brain. It gives you instant understanding.” He looked as if he wanted to say something else, but his attention was demanded from the doorway. “Please excuse me.” Safi sat up and examined her hands for signs of surgery. They had put her in a filmy green bodysuit, its pattern was marked with swirls of blue but it hugged her faithfully. A second skin. She couldn’t find any obvious damage to her flesh but if he was a competent physician, he would have sealed the wounds he made. Her body moved easily through the water, her arms felt slight resistance but not what she had been expecting. She moved slowly off the medical table she was lying on and stabilized herself before taking a few steps. Her body floated up slightly and she ended up rotating in place. A low chuckle got her attention. “You need to push with your arms and kick with your feet.” She turned her head and her body kept going, 3
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pressing her up against the new arrival. He was younger than the other man, but had the same greenish skin and dark hair. His smile was also a pleasant greeting to this peculiar world. “Where am I?” Her mouth moved but her thoughts propelled her question. “The underwater city of Nasfron. Has the doctor explained your situation?” She shook her head, her hair frothing in a cloud around her. “No. I am a little fuzzy on anything beyond the surgery.” He wrapped an arm around her waist and floated her gently toward the opening, speaking to her all the while. “You are a guest of our people and implants are present in your body that allow you withstand the pressure as well as breathe in our environment. The psychic speech gland is one of those additions.” “The doctor said as much.” He frowned at her with a touch of pity in his eyes. “What he didn’t mention is that while the changes would normally allow you to remain here for a few months until a rescue vessel was authorized to retrieve you, the damage to your body was too extreme and it is having a rejection reaction to our implants.” They floated through a city of people either wearing bodysuits similar to hers or completely naked. They swam or rode a peculiar beast with four fins, a long tail and an elegant neck. No one 4
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gave them more than a first glance. She focussed on what he had said. “That sounds bad.” “It is. As you will soon find out, it has repercussions that will affect you quite deeply.” “You can’t tell me that and then tell me I have to wait.” She wanted to stomp her foot, but as there were no solid surfaces near her she simply settled for scowling. He made a sound in her mind that created the effect of a deep sigh. “Your body is rejecting the implants. You can’t survive here as a normal human. You will be given another option, but it will be difficult for you.” Safi didn’t have a chance to ask another question. They floated into a huge coral structure and a elder, more sombre, version of her companion was waiting for them in a private garden. The man looked up from his study of a waxy tablet and smiled a welcome. “Captain Saffron Morgan, I presume.” Her companion released her so she tried to float closer under her own power and managed an awkward bow. “You have me at a disadvantage, sir.” “I am Charon, lord of this underwater world. Or at least of this altered-genetic settlement. Next to you is my son, Ajax. You are here because your ship crashed.” 5
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She rubbed her forehead. “I remember that part.” “What you don’t remember is that you were so near death due to the crushing of your pod, that when our surgeries to help you survive were enacted, your immune system was so compromised that your body attacked the implants.” She was getting a very uneasy feeling. Charon had an exceptionally straight face. “Your body will die within the week. We have sent a signal to the Coalition, but they won’t be here for over a month.” She swallowed, tasting the seawater. “What are my options?” Charon came forward and patted her hand. “The same as the rest of us. You can either die, or you can fight for your life.” She wished that she could sit down and he must have seen it on her face. “Come here and we will speak in the gardens. It is a much more soothing environment.” He took her hand and steered her through an archway at the back of his office and into the gardens. Ajax remained behind, leaving her some privacy to get her death sentence. “My people are an experiment in survival. We were created by being altered volunteers selected based on our suitability.” “What does that have to do with me?” 6
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“We have an option that will allow you to live, but it will involve you being fairly aggressive.” He gave her a solemn look. “Are you willing to do what it takes?” “It depends.” She measured her words in her mind before forming her sentences. “I will not hurt someone to save myself.” The smile he gave her was beatific. “Exactly what I wanted to hear. You have to find a husband and become part of our colony.” She blinked in shock. “What?” “The only way we are allowed to make permanent changes in your body is for you to have a social position here. To do that, you need to take a husband.” “I don’t…I mean…I have never…I am a pilot!” Her mental voice ended in a whine and she winced. “And we have no need of pilots, but we do have need of women. Based on the physician’s reports you have at least three days of health to find your match. Ajax will assist you in meeting as many men as you can.” She frowned and looked to the archway where Ajax lurked. “He will be my pimp?” “He will be your guard. At no time will you be left alone with one of the men in case he decides to take advantage of you. Ajax will protect you.” She felt a little uneasy. “Are you sure that I will be in danger?” 7
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“You are a stranger here. We want to make sure that you can find a place in our society to keep. To do that, Ajax will make sure that you are introduced to men who are acceptable and who will not abuse your introduction to our society.” She sighed and smiled when it transferred to the psychic plane. “Better safe than stupid?” “Precisely.” Ajax entered the gardens and caressed a sea anemone that trembled at the light touch. “You know what is going on?” “I have three days to find a husband or I am going to die.” He winced. “That sums it up. I have a few candidates in mind. Do you want to begin now?” She lifted her chin and met his dark gaze. “I am running out of time. I can go as long as you can.” A peculiar expression flickered in his eyes. “I will hold you to that. I am known for my stamina.” Charon was looking at them with a horrified amusement. He waved them off and turned to enjoy his garden view. Safi couldn’t stop her blush but she straightened her shoulders and floated toward the archway that they had entered by. Ajax wrapped his arm around her waist again and took charge of their travel. “The first male for you to meet is Bron. He works in construction and has a lovely home. All he needs is a wife and he has expressed an interest in meeting you.” 8
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“So, they all knew I was here and what was coming? How long was I out?” “Over ten days. When I pulled your pod from the wreckage, the medical centre was standing by, but you were still injured beyond anything they had seen before. Your survival was something that the whole colony was interested in and as such a number of suitors have expressed an interest in your hand. All you need to do is to choose one.” “This seems too easy. What is the catch?” “This is a lifetime mating. We don’t divorce here. Instability is far too dangerous in our kind of colony.” “Why are you interdicted anyway? As my ship started blazing to the surface I heard the beacons.” They were swimming out of the centre of the city and toward the less populated areas surrounding it. The light in the inhabited areas was coming from a surprisingly bright lichen. It was gathered in huge braziers and cast a glow that lasted for dozens of metres in all directions. “We are an introduced species. The splices were the first experiment in multi-DNA creatures, we are one of the later examples. As a blended species, we can’t be allowed to mingle on other worlds, nor can we have constant contamination by visitors.” “It makes sense, I suppose. I had never even heard of this world until I crashed on it. You are a fairly well-guarded secret.” 9
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“We know. It is why it will take months for an authorized pick up for you. They are hoping that you die first.” He kicked his legs and they changed direction, the water swirling heavily against them, pulling them along. “Did we just catch a bus?” “A current. They surround our city. You can catch a current to almost anywhere if you have the strength to leave it when you reach your destination.” Safi didn’t have the breath to comment. Whatever was allowing her to breathe was a little overwhelmed by the volume of water rushing past. Spots danced behind her lids when she was finally able to feel the rush of oxygen in her bloodstream. “We are here, Saffron.” “Safi, please.” “Safi, then. Bron is not the sharpest tool in the shed, but he is good hearted.” Together they floated to the large balcony that was standard for homes in this watery world and the home owner was not slow in coming to greet them. “Ajax, is this the survivor?” The man had deep red hair which formed a flattering contrast to his bluish skin. “It is. Bron, this is Safi, Safi, this is Bron.” Ajax’s voice was suddenly tense and he backed away from them. 10
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Safi approached the man who was all powerful shoulders and welcoming grin and extended her hand. “Am I your first?” Bron was amused. She blushed. “My first?” “First suitor. You don’t know how to greet someone yet.” She was sure that her skin was heating the area. “Um. Yes. You are. What am I doing wrong?” “Extend you hand, palm up and leave it there. The person you are greeting will cover your palm with their own. We exchange body heat and then you retract your hand.” He smiled and nodded as she mimicked the motion he described. When his hand covered hers she fought her flinch. He was far too cool for her. He sighed regretfully. “And I can tell by your expression that I am not the male for you.” He brightened suddenly. “Would you like to see my farm?” “If you know that I am not for you, why would you want to give me a tour?” “Well, I don’t get many visitors. Anyone is a welcome distraction.” She turned to look at Ajax. “Can I?” “Of course. Your time is yours to spend.” His not-so-tactful reminder brought home that she was not long for this world, literally. Stiffening her shoulders she turned to Bron. “I 11
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would love a tour. Lead the way.” Over the next two days Ajax took her to the homes of nine different males. None struck a chord with her. It was getting harder for her to breathe and she decided to spend her last day on her own. Sneaking off before Ajax could introduce her to more men she didn’t want, she headed for the current exchange. Safi wanted to get away from the city to see a little more of this world before she left it. She could feel the current before she entered it and with a kick of her legs she spun herself into the current for her first solo travel. The swirling warm water soothed her but made it harder to breathe while it whisked her into the darker expanses of the deep. Ajax had told her that predators lived in the deep and with that ringing through her mind she tried frantically to kick free of the current. She was blacking out when she managed to work her way to the edge and tumbled loose. The silence was absolute. No other minds were in the area and she suddenly realized that that was precisely what she had been feeling in the city, the press of minds all around her. She looked back the way she had come, and only the vague glow in the dimness gave her the location of the city. With the current above her to give her a path to follow, she started kicking back 12
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to the place she was doomed to die in. Hours of swimming past schools of fish, wild pods of the riding beasts, and the shadows of the occasional large predator gave her time to think. What if she simply picked one of her suitors at random? She was sure that she could grow to love one of them eventually. Safi mentally kicked herself. There was only one of the men of Nasfron that she wanted and he had not given any indication that he wanted her. Ajax was everything she wanted in a man, strong, funny, gorgeous and he had a body temperature that made her want to cuddle close. Etiquette be damned, she was going to make a pass at him the moment that she was back at the city, if she managed to make it back before she died. With the way her pulse was stuttering, she wasn’t sure how long she was going to last. She wanted to get back with a vengeance now that she had formulated a plan for her last act. A wild pod of riding beasts surrounded her and before she knew what was happening, one snaked up between her legs and hooked her into riding it. It was the most peculiar feeling, but the moment that she snugged herself into place the entire pod raced for the city. They seemed to have caught on to her urgency and it wasn’t until she heard a child cry out in her mind that they deviated from their path. The moment that she heard the little girl scream the 13
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entire pod turned as one to race toward the psychic sound. Safi looked through the gloom and a tense fury filled her as she saw a small child in a blue bodysuit trapped inches away from a huge fish. The size of the head was the only thing that was keeping the beak of the fish from nipping the child into bits. “Stay calm and keep still.” She had never spoken to someone she hadn’t made eye contact with, but it was out of the question. The child sniffled and kept still, tucking her arms and legs against her body. The riding beasts attacked the fish, slamming into it with pointed heads and darting out of reach when it reached for them. They kept going, pushing the fish away from the hollow in the coral that was protecting the girl. The beast that Safi was riding shot forward and she leaned down to grab the little girl before the fish could realize that it was being distracted. The little girl hung on to her with desperation and then whispered, “We have to get the man. He got hurt trying to take me home.” “Where is the man, sweetie?” “Over here. He tried to bring the fish away but it followed me. I wasn’t supposed to play in the current but I did and now the man got hurt.” The girl was sobbing, but underwater, Safi couldn’t tell if tears were the result. 14
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“We will find the man and the beasts will take us all home.” “Okay. You are really nice, not stupid at all.” Safi raised her eyebrows at the young girl. “Why would you say that?” “The man told me he was looking for a woman who looked like you do and that she was stupid.” She nodded with a child’s logic. The man in question was barely visible, but one of his legs was sticking out of a small hollow and Safi’s beast zeroed in on him without hesitation. Safi dismounted and floated over to find the man of her dreams bleeding and exhausted. “Ajax. What are you doing out here?” “Looking for you. Why did you leave?” She pulled him upright and hauled him toward the riding beast. “I wanted to spend my last day alive in thought and quiet contemplation. Then I turned around determined to propose to you.” He blinked in surprise, his mind clearly not that focused. “You were?” “Until I heard from the little miss that you were looking for a stupid woman, I was. Now I am going to die just to spite you.” She snorted at his astonished look. “I am kidding, but you are not in any shape to wed me even if you were willing, which I am pretty sure you are not. Get on the beast.” “Where did you steal these? They are extremely well guarded.” He settled on a larger beast that 15
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was next to the one the child was sitting on. “They came to me.” He gave her a wary look as he fitted his body to the back of the beast. “That is impossible.” She sighed and got on behind the child again, settling into place and asking them to take them all home. “No, merely improbable.” The beasts flowed forward in a wedge of bodies, their speed leaving Safi light headed, but allowing them to run into the search party looking for the child and exchange the little one for effusive thanks. “Now to medical to let my last day end with a bit of dignity.” Safi put the image of medical in the head of her beast and it darted forward, the honour guard of the pod surrounding them. “Have you always been able to talk to beasts?” “Pretty much. It was useless in the city unless I wanted to summon rats. They were friendly enough, but most folks were not appreciative.” She held on to the graceful neck of the beasts as they sped along. When they entered the city folks stopped and stared at the pod. Apparently, the graceful beasts did not often come to the city if they could help it. Smiling weakly, she dismounted when they reached medical and sent grateful thoughts to all of the animals nearby. She helped Ajax in to the facility where the doctors immediately sprang into action to seal his wounds. 16
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Dizziness assailed her and she slumped against the wall, sliding slowly to the floor. She heard voices shouting but darkness awaited her and it was far too tempting. “Saffron Morgan, do you take Ajax as your own?” Charon was speaking, a camera and light focussed on her face. “What the hell.” She was barely able to speak, but it was enough. “I will take that as a yes. Then by the official charter of the Nasfron, I pronounce you a citizen. Doctor, it’s all you now.” A cool injection into her arm sent her spinning back into darkness, but as she fell she thought…that was the suckiest wedding service ever. A strange aqua hand was rubbing her face. It took a bit for Safi to realize it was her own. “What the hell?” “Hello, wife. Glad to see you are up and around.” Ajax was lying in the bed next to her and she squeaked and looked for covers to pull over her naked body. “Wife?” “Don’t you remember? You proposed. I was rather relieved. If you had taken on any of the suitors I would have had to have interfered and Father would have gotten in trouble.” Ajax lifted 17
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her hand to his lips and simply let her feel the heat of his touch. She trembled and tried to distract him. “Why am I blue?” “You are aqua. A very rare colour for the change to have enacted but not unheard of.” He continued his kisses up her arm and to her shoulder. “Why am I naked?” “Because it has taken two weeks to make it official, but this is our wedding night. We need to consummate the marriage to make your transformation legal.” His lips were against her neck and she realized for the first time what kind of bonus speaking with one’s thoughts could be. You never needed to worry about what your mouth was doing. He nibbled his way up her jaw line and then pressed kisses against her lips. “Do you have any objections?” She sighed mentally and threaded her fingers through his dark hair. “Ask me later.” He chuckled and moved over her completely. He fitted himself to her and she almost protested her lack of readiness, but he slid in easily. He stretched her and butted against the mouth of her womb, but he was in without any difficulty. “How is that possible?” “Ah. The hymen was removed and you now secrete the same substance that all of us do to retain body heat. It’s side effect is the internal 18
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lubrication that allows for easy entry.” Her formal virginity had been taken and she hadn’t noticed. “Why remove the hymen?” He slowly began to move inside her and she had a hard time concentrating on his words. “Many underwater predators are attracted by blood. It isn’t a good idea to have to be that alert while you are making love for the first time.” She ignored the sensibility in favour of the feel of the hard muscled body moving over her and inside her. His skin was slick with the substance he had mentioned but it made it easier to stroke all of him within her reach. She twisted against him, lifting her hips to take him deeply. The thrusts inside her were exciting and irritating at the same time. When he stroked between them to touch the small nub at the top of her sex she twisted in surprise. Grinning, he did it again and with him rubbing at her as well as stroking inside her a shockwave burst inside her, locking her around him and holding his cock in a vise grip. He groaned and she felt the jets of warmth bathing her from the inside. The expression on his face was intense and focussed on something that only he could see. He rolled to one side and took her with him, cuddling her against him. “There, formalities are settled.” She blinked and got a little angry. “That was a 19
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formality?” He stroked one hand down her back. “Only in the sense that it was necessary to allow you to live. I consider it a worthy goal.” “I still don’t understand.” “Well, when you collapsed in the medical centre I had already explained to the doctors that I was your fiancé and you had the right to full transformation. They immediately summoned my father who did an emergency ceremony. It was quite touching. He asked if you would take me and you said what the hell. It was lovely. We will tell our kids about it.” She blinked. She thought it had all been a weird dream. “Anyway, once you were officially a bride of Nasfron, you could undergo transformation, so they started just before you went into complete organ failure.” “Good timing.” “We thought so.” He slicked his hands over her spine and cupped the curve of her hips. “Why me?” She didn’t know how to answer that and when he began to caress her breasts she lost even more thoughts. “Um. You are funny, smart, handsome and you touched me voluntarily. The others didn’t even want to give me a normal greeting.” He sighed and scooted down to nibble his way over the slope of one breast, licking and sucking at 20
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the tip. “I could not stop touching you and I knew that if my scent was on you they would think twice before trying to press their suit.” She threaded her fingers in his hair again as he worked lower, teasing and tasting. “You cheated? Why didn’t you mention you were interested?” “I was not allowed to. My father considered it cheating. He was afraid that you would bond to me since I was the one that hauled you from the wreckage.” “You haven’t told me how that happened. I remember the ship hitting the water, the noise of the water pressure collapsing my pod. I still don’t know why the pod didn’t float to the surface.” She was thinking her sentences to him as he worked his way down her belly, tonguing her navel as he spoke. “Your pod was trapped under the wreckage. You were washed up under the struts being pulled into the deep.” She blinked as he parted her thighs and his talented tongue continued to work against her, a flicker of heat against the cool of the water that was her new environment. The wet heat of his tongue between the lips of her sex enticed her to raise her hips for more. She twisted on the soft pad of the bed and when he slid two fingers into her to tease and raise her tension, she moaned on every plane, psychic and physical. Bubbles came from her lips and she blinked in 21
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surprise. Ajax chuckled and fastened his lips around her clit, gently using his teeth on the swollen nub while his fingers stroked faster and faster, causing moan after moan to come out of her. He added a third finger and she shrieked at the feeling of fullness, arching off the bed and thrashing her head back and forth. Ajax surged up her body but instead of entering her, he kissed her and lay down next to her, his erection between them. Aftershocks rippled through her, so she languorously gripped his cock and started to stroke slowly. His body was giving off the same slickness as hers and she wrapped both hands around him, stroking and caressing while she scooted down to return the attentions he had given her. She sucked on the flaring head of his cock, stroking her hands along the shaft, occasionally cupping his balls and rolling them in her palm. She sucked and stroked, working him until his hips arched with every motion until he jetted cum into her mouth, a rumbling roar in her mind. Safi licked her lips, the salty taste slightly fishy, but no worse than most of the food on Nasfron. She returned to give him a kiss and though she was braced for avoidance, he greeted her kiss with enthusiasm and hunger. She cuddled back against him and sighed. 22
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“What will I do here?” He grinned and rubbed his finger along his nose. “As to that, you technically could have been transformed without a wedding. You are an animal caller and those are in high demand.” “Animal caller? That is an actual thing?” He grinned and hauled her out of the bed to the balcony of their bedroom. She looked out, her hair the only thing between her and human indecency. “Whoa.” “They have been outside your room since you took me to medical. More come every day. They leave to feed and then return.” Ajax kept his arm around her waist as she took in the pods of riding beasts in the yard and spreading through the city. “That is a lot of animals. I thought you said they were hard to train.” “They are. But some folks have been known to be able to speak directly to the animals and ask them for cooperation. You seem to be one of those few.” She looked up at him. “So, the physicians would have fixed me without the marriage?” His green skin darkened. “Yes.” “Then why did you…” “Marry you?” “Yes.” “Because you wanted me not knowing what I was thinking. With no courtship, you still chose me. How could I resist an attractive woman who 23
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wanted me for me and who put funny at the front of her list of favourite traits?” She sighed and stared out at the pods of beasts. “What do I do with them?” He laughed. “The same thing you do with me, whatever you wish.”
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Author’s Note Washed Up was my version of The Little Mermaid. I despise the ending of that fairy tale, so have crafted my own. I love a positive happily ever after. Viola Grace http://www.violagrace.com
About The Author Viola Grace was born in Manitoba, Canada where she still resides today. She really likes it there. She has no pets and can barely keep sea monkeys alive for a reasonable amount of time. Her line of day job tends to be analytical which leaves her mind hopping to weave stories. No co-worker is safe from her character analysis. In keeping with busy hands are happy hands, her hobbies have included cross-stitch, needlepoint, quilting, costuming, cake decorating, baking, cooking, metal work, beading, sculpting, painting, doll making, henna tattoos, chain mail, and a few others that have been forgotten. It is quite often that these hobbies make their way into her tales. Viola’s fetishes include boots and corsetry, and her greatest weakness is her uncontrollable blush. Her writing actively pursues the Happily Ever After that so rarely occurs in nature. It is an admirable thing and something that we should all strive for. To find one that we truly like, as well as love.