#acquatic

Warnings: force feeding, oxygen mask,

Wow, was life spectacular. Dazzling, like a diamond reflecting off of mulitple mirrors with a light shining on it. Enjoyable, like snuggling with your cat in front of the fireplace, sipping on hot chocolate. Free, like galloping your horse tackless with just a neck rope along a beach with the wind...

Or so it was.

Whumpee now swam around in a super small tank with an oxygen mask on. One that with a very simple tap would stop supplying the vital necessity.

Whumpee now cuddled with a feeding tube that fed them whatever Whumper decided to give them. Whether that be good food, bad good, drugged or not, they never knew. They never had the choice to refuse their meal, it just went right down into their stomach.

They never were able to move. Weren't able to stretch their cramping legs. Oh how they dreamed of running through the park again. How they missed the squawk of seagulls by the lake and the bustling of normal city life. How they missed their daily trip to visit their horse, and their fireplace-

"Ahem, Whumpee," came an annoyed voice, crashing though Whumpee's thoughts.

Whumpee looked up to see Whumper's dreadul face. They were downright ugly, even Whumpee who strived to see the beauty in everything, thought that. Their greasy blonde hair looked like macaroni and cheese without the noodles. Their brown eyes didn't even have a twinkle in them. Just a dull, plain expanse of a treeless desert plagued with grasshoppers. Their teeth were crooked like the stereotype witch's nose. Actually, that wasn't the right phrase for it. Whumpee stifled a sly smirk. Their teeth looked like someone bashed them with a bat.

And that someone was Whumpee.

Whumpee wished that they could talk and insult Whumper. They knew every one of their weaknesses, like a close brother and sister. They knew Whumper's likes and dislikes, their comfort level, and even their fears. If only the oxygen mask would allow their voice to get through...

"Flip in the water for me," Whumper ordered. Whumpee rolled their eyes as best as the water allowed them to.

Whumper's arms crashed into the side of the tank.

"Now Whumpee," they yelled, but Whumpee knew that they weren't as internally strong as they exhibited.

So, of course, Whumpee refused. The tank was too small anyways. They would get stuck in a very awkward position.

"I'm warning you," Whumper growled. Whumpee had barely three seconds to wonder what their so called "warning" was when the oxygen supply suddenly dropped.

Whumpee found themselves gulping for air as they scratched at their throat. They kicked outwards, struggling to breathe.

"Flip, Whumpee."

Whumpee's mind willed their body to stay still, to not give into Whumper's request, but it refused to listen and did a strained flip in the tank.

"Good," Whumper praised. They increased the oxygen flow again, giving Whumpee a chance to breath. "Now again."

Il Mare in Sicilia ( @ilsorrisofalsotralecicatrici )

HARBOR SEAL Phoca vitulina ©Laura Quick

Harbor seal pups able to swim at birth and after only a few days are able to dive for up to two minutes. Harbor seals are part of the “true seal” family, characterized by their lack of external ears as well as limited locomotion on land due to small forelimbs. Seals use a powerful hind flippers to power themselves through the water, using their forelimbs for steering.

Habitat: beaches and rocky outcrops of North American coastline

Diet: Seals are carnivores, eating fish, crabs, squid, and shrimp.

Length: 5.5–6.5 feet

Weight: 245 pounds

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