Loving Reunion

The first thing I hear when I wake up is the soothing sound of liquid around me, and small bubbles wobbling and floating up along my naked body. I take in a deep breath of the glowing liquid, and a rush of dopamine jolts me fully awake with a quick, intense shudder. Just a few seconds is all it takes for me to get my day started -- and what a day it's gonna be~!

There's no time to waste. I swim up, exiting my personal sleep pod and through a long, winding tube that leads to a massive, glowing, orb-shaped enclosure full of that same liquid -- one of hundreds decorating the otherwise dim and quiet seafloor. There's already a few dozen of my friends waiting for me, some naked like me and some already wearing their suits. A mix of clean fur, bare skin, and slippery rubber brush up against me as they all swim up to me for hugs. So cute...

Since our Beloved Lord of the Depths has been busier than usual lately -- it's hard work to keep tabs on every corner of a world with no landmasses left -- the role of a caretaker naturally falls onto my lap. Our Lord Kira told me I was always like this, the doting "mom friend" of my group who looked out for my friends, back in those dark ages when the earth dared to peek above the sea's embrace. Makes sense that I'd fall into the same role now, even after I pledged my loyalty to Lord Kira for good. Isn't it funny?

Already, my friends tease and rub up against me, though there's a lot of work ahead of us today; we can play alllll we want when we get back home. Since we don't have to worry about things like jobs or food anymore, we get a lot more free time after our daily tasks!

Better start getting ready now. I press the black jewel embedded onto my chest, and a dark, gooey, latex-like substance starts coating my body. Even a lady as wide as me gets suited up pretty quickly, and I can feel it enveloping every pore, curve and hole in my entire body. It surrounds me fast, already familiar with my thick figure. As usual, I can see, feel and hear through it just fine, even though you'd just be seeing a dark, featureless latex suit, smooth and shiny except for the glowing sigils modeled after the ones that adorn Our Lord Kira's perfect body.

I gotta say, even though I'm far from um, smart or science-minded, I'm really impressed by how much these suits have improved. It's got... nano-somethings? Something that makes it easy to breathe through them, filter the seawater into our usual liquids, handle all the bodily functions we used to do on our own... I can even pick the colors for my sigils! Kira is so kind to us. I stick with my rainbow pattern a lot. It feels so right. Everything feels so good all the time.

We hadn't had a lot of tasks lately, since the few airbreathers that are still around are slowly joining us. How nice of them to let us catch them! They blow bubbles and wiggle a lot, but I think they're just teasing us about it, which is very rude of them sometimes.

Yeah, we can't blow out bubbles like that anymore -- well, not all of us, at least... Lord Kira's beloved husband Azul still breathes air. since he's done so much for us to make this new world possible. There's a lot of Lopunnies under The Lord's command, so it's fun seeing a bubbleblower among them to spice things up. I've also heard Our Lord keeps some playthings around in its personal quarters -- one is a Zoroark, apparently -- but Our Lord and Azul are the only ones allowed there... I wonder why?

Ah, it's gotten late! We were supposed to be patrolling by now... With my suit fully deployed, I gather about a dozen fellow aquadrones and head out through the exit at the bottom of the orb-pod. The nanogoo along my legs reshapes itself into a mermaid tail, and a thin, yet strong web stretches between my fingers. To think all we had in the old days was our fragile little arms and legs... How quaint. And cute.

With these suits, there's so many things we'll never have to worry about again -- anxiety, bad memories, the dying, writhing gasps of the bygone era of dry land, pooping -- so I really have to wonder: why are there still airbreathers out there, and when do they all plan on joining us, exactly?

...No rush, of course~!

"GAAAASP-!!"

A violent inhale, followed by harsh coughing and more gasping. Somewhere in a deep, dark cave, a sopping-wet Braixen pulls herself out of the water and onto the rocky ground, wearing nothing but a loincloth and a locket; anything else just gets in the way. She's utterly spent, panting and gasping and wiping wet fur off her eyes. On her back, she carries a sizable haul of seashells, random trinkets and, most importantly, food. Whatever sealife, snack bags and dry and canned goodies she could get her paws on. It's hard work, diving among the debris of a flooded world, but she doesn't have much of a choice.

"Ah, f-fuck..." she mutters, "d-did ya see that, hun?" She sits up, and opens up that clam-shaped locket she keeps on a crudely-made string around her neck. A photo of her and her dear girlfriend Lily is inside, both smiling and giving peace signs at the beach. "Well, did ya? I made it here-- hah... without being seen!" Mira slumps onto her back again, clearing her throat and getting the taste of seawater out of her maw. She smiles wide as she looks closely at Lily's photo.

The excitement doesn't last too long, though. "...Y-Yeah, yeah, I know..." She mutters, dejected. "I'll tell you about it when I find you, hun, so..." She closes the locket shut again until it makes a click, and she presses it against her chest. "Please wait for me."

The Braixen gets up on her feet and moves over to her makeshift bed, a mess of blankets and pillows that have thankfully dried up by now. She rummages through her morning haul and digs out a glowing crystal, which she slots onto the wall like a natural nightlight. Alone, quietly, she chows down on her hard-earned breakfast: Clauncher pincers and a Slowpoke tail. It's a good thing she remembered to cook them with hydrothermal vents this time, or else she'd have to eat 'em raw again.

Despite the saltiness -- they might've gotten a bit of ocean water on 'em -- they're pretty damn good. Mira used to be a picky eater, but she can't afford a luxury like that these days. Not when everything's, y'know... like this.

As soon as she's done snacking, her eyelids start to feel heavy, and she drifts off into a much-needed nap.

What a productive afternoon! We've already found three new recruits -- a Lycanroc, a Delcatty, and a Flygon! The remaining airbreathers have to be in the double digits by now... We just found them searching for food together, and after some noisy back-and-forth -- they were wiggling in our arms a lot! -- we convinced them to accept the sea's embrace and join Our Holy Savior Kira. That way, they won't need food anymore. Lucky us!

We’ve only gotten better at finding airbreathers, too. Even the smallest air bubble lets us know where they are and how much air they've got stuck in their lungs. These three were really deep, so their lungs were really small due to the water pressure... Now that they're drones like us, they can pump those lungs full of water, nice and big~! Not to mention--

...Hm? I think I heard someone else nearby~ A little splash on some water somewhere, some echoes in a cave somewhere~ I wonder who it is this time? Oh dear, Lord Kira is gonna be so pleased to see us coming home with four new aquadrones... What a great day for our ranks! Oooh, I'm already getting wiggly again... Everything feels soooo good alllllll the time.

Well-rested and in a better mood, Mira puts her belongings away and readies herself for another careful dive. After a few weeks of decent breathable air, the oxygen in this cave is starting to run out, so she'll need to find a new spot to set up camp and hope there aren't other surviving airbreathers to deal with. Or worse.

She slides gently into the cool water -- must be afternoon by now. She tries her hardest not to make too much noise, and takes a few practice breaths before emptying her lungs, then sucking in as much air as her lungs can handle before slipping under the surface. It's immensely hard, not being able to let even one bubble out while diving, but it's better than being found.

The ocean floor is dark and deep, but even then she can see the ruins of the old world below her. Whatever buildings were sturdy enough to handle the tidal waves remain here, and there's massive supplies of food and supplies to be found there -- if Mira learns how to dive that far down without getting hurt. Ah, if only scuba diving was an option...

As is, the caves, both natural and artificial, are the only safe option. And even then, they're not foolproof. The aquadrones have learned where and when to roam here to find airbreathers. Once they see you, and they close enough to be spotted with the naked eye, it's over.

So imagine the chill that ran down Mira's spine when she saw one, several dozen feet away, and it's staring right at her.

"M-Mph...!" She freezes on the spot. She's barely gotten out of that cave, into the open ocean. By far, the worst spot to be. The aquadrone stares ahead, completely still, its featureless, dark face deeply focused on targeting this odd shape that had wandered alone into the sea.

By this point, it was pretty much over for Mira. If she moved a little too fast, the drone would feel the water around her being displaced and know exactly where to swim at breakneck speed. If she let even a single bubble loose, the drone would hear its recognizable wobble as it floats up and know exactly where it was first released. Only a couple of moves seem feasible. One of them -- slowly floating to the seafloor like a piece of debris -- will last about as long as Mira can hold her breath, so not much.

The other move seems like the better idea. Very slowly, the Braixen tugged the stick out of her tail, and readied a move she had used plenty of times by now. The casting movements have to be quick and sudden, a wave or two resembling the shape of her own body, and the drone lunges forward as soon as something disturbs the stillness of the calm seas.

With a bright flash and a poof-like noise, Mira had made a substitute; an uncomfortably realistic plush doll of herself floated in the water, and just a few seconds later it gets tackled by the drone, while the real thing carefully frog-kicks away.

But these things have gotten smarter.

The drone only needs half a second to realize this doll doesn't have any real fur or skin on it, let alone air in its non-existent lungs. It lets go of the doll, and goes right back to listening to the sea currents swirling around and along its rubbery body. It takes just as short of a time to detect the panicked fox scrambling to a nearby cave entrance.

Credit where it's due, Mira almost made it out of this situation. If she had been more patient when casting her spell, or spewed some bubbles from her stick as a decoy, she might've gotten away with it. But the latex-coated paw gripping her leg was faster this time.

"MRHMMPH!!" Her heart starts to race, a million miles per hour, and she claws at the drone's arm to no effect. In her panic, the stick falls out of her tail, sinking out of sight for good -- not that she would've had time to cast any spells by now. The drone easily tugs her down, then tightly grips both her arms and pushes her onto the cave entrance's floor. Laying face-up, her lips quivering, she glares at her captor's featureless snout, totally still yet visibly satisfied, somehow. She pushes and squirms and writhes, hard, but even if she was five times as strong as she is, the drone would never even budge.

The commotion soon alerts other drones in the vicinity. Slowly, a small crowd of dark, rubbery figures, each with its own colorful glowing symbols, assembles around the poor Braixen, eager to watch this spectacle unfold. Mira can faintly hear some giggles coming from them all, but their faces and bodies remain eerily still. Some look just like Pokemon, while others bring their own modifications -- there's mermaid tails, webbed fingers, and oddly shaped, lewd accessories aplenty.

In the chaos of her untimely capture, Mira has noticed something really weird about this drone who got her: it's a Floatzel.

What a cutie we've got on our hands! She almost got away from us, but the drones are always faster, you know. She's giving me a bit of a fight, so she might be a little nervous, but that's okay, she only needs a little convincing!

And my goodness, this one's a gem. She’s barely wearing anything, not even a swimsuit or a wetsuit on her shaky body. She can kick and flail all she wants, it gives me a great view of her bouncing sheath and balls~!

...Hmm, I wonder how I knew that she's a girl? Have I seen her somewhere?

Several smooth, rubbery hands surround Mira, and they hold her down firmly as the drone Floatzel looms above her. She works very slowly, gliding her webbed latex paws along the shivering Braixen's exposed body. Her contractions kick in pretty quickly due to all the energy spent trying (and failing) to escape, making her ribs show with increasingly strong heaves. The seawater beckons as her nostrils flare and her noisy grunts fill the water around her, drawing out muffled coos and giggles from the amused aquadrone crowd.

At this point, the poor fox just wants to get it over with. She knows she's finally lost, and she doesn't want them rubbing it in. With a pitiful whimper -- and a throb in her crotch -- she opens her maw, and a torrent of bubbles bursts out, steady and loud. There's no point fighting it, and waiting it out would only make it all sting so much more. She's gonna drown, and she's gonna get dronified. The mere thought of it makes her head spin, and her body squirm reflexively.

The drones look on, curious as ever, at the surging plume of bubbles, though they end as soon as they begin. Now all they have in front of them is an emptied-out Braixen, and an entire ocean eager to fill in that emptiness inside her. A cooperative move is in order.

Some of the drones gently stick their fingers inside Mira's mouth, and they tug her maw wide open, inviting her body to accept the liquid gift in front of it. They can see all the way down her throat, but the last lingering air inside her remains stubbornly stuck inside, a final protective layer between air and water.

The only sensible move is to force it out.

The Floatzel chooses an odd way to do this. She pokes at its captive fox's sides, up and down, as if trying to find a spot that'll flip a switch somewhere... And sure enough:

"GHHHHEHELBLBL--!!"

Mira lets out an involuntary giggle when the Floatzel hits those spots, some right under the sides of her ribs and one right into her exposed navel, a finger wiggling in there as if digging for treasure. The Braixen panics and flails, but the damage is done, and her weak spot has been found at last.

That drone really shouldn't know where to poke, but it did, somehow. Why is that...? It occurred to Mira that this sealed Floatzel knows a lot more about her than it should.

A memory rushed to the Braixen's mind, as brief as it was intense. She was laying on her girlfriend's couch one day, asleep during an unintentional afternoon nap. Her midriff was exposed, and the Floatzel -- always the handsy type -- saw a delicious treat up for the taking. Without warning, Lily woke her up in the most normal possible way: by fingering her navel and tickling her sides.

Mira remembered it clearly, how suddenly she jerked back awake and the embarrassing wriggles and snort-laughs and happy tears that welled up in her eyes. "I-I'm up, I'm up, I'm uUuUUuUP!!!" She pleaded, and Lily showed no mercy to her giggly ass.

It made sense. This drone knew, because of course it knew. It's Lily.

Aw, this silly Braixen looks so happy now! She's making the usual funny noises and moves that airbreathers always do before they accept the sea, but she's also laughing and holding my arms. What a sweetheart. She must really be eager to join our ranks!

...I wonder why this feels so... familiar all of a sudden. It's a good feeling! But it's different, in a way. Like I just met with an old buddy I hadn't seen in a while? I wonder if we did meet before, in the dark ages? I wonder, I wonder... Something about it feels... stronger than a friendship. I feel warm inside when I look at you... Let me feel your cheeks. Mmh, so warm indeed...

Oh, oh! She's ready! She's leaned back and started gulping it all down, haha! Just look at her~! Doesn't it feel good, Braixen buddy? The sea is claiming you as its own, and you're accepting it so happily...

...Hmm, you look pretty happy down there, too~. Your dick is poking out, cutie. You want some help with that~? We'll have to make it quick, though, the sea really wants to have you already...! Here goes~

The gurgly gasps come in, quick and loud. Mira welcomes the sea's embrace, knowing she'll be in good hands now. Her girldick fully slides out of its sheath and frots against the Floatzel drone's body. The drone's tail seems to quickly transform back into what you'd expect a Floatzel's lower half would look like, and her large butt rubs against Mira's dick. She'd recognize those curves anywhere.

She'll recognize something else, too. Even as its body is fully encased in latex goo, the Floatzel's pussy is fully functional, and it climbs on top of Mira's crotch to start grinding -- and sliding her girldick all the way in. ...It's comfier than she expected, gooey and slippery rather than, well, chafing.

It all feels very nostalgic, in a way. Though they didn't get to do much before the great flood, Lily had a fondness for -- to put it bluntly -- drownfucking her girlfriend. Mira knew Lily would keep her safe, even as she choked on poolwater, lakewater, seawater... And even now, the Floatzel has subconsciously found a time and place to look out for her darling.

"Hmmmph... hglup. Glp..." Mira's struggles slow down, even as her drone girlfriend slams that heavy butt against the fox's crotch. She shudders uncontrollably, and her lips and cheeks slowly grow a blue tint. A weak smile adorns her face, too, and though her pupils are quickly dilating, she can still look into where the Floatzel's eyes would normally be. The drone straddles her and looms over her, its cold, dark, blank, yet comforting face just inches away, staring, endlessly curious. Occasionally, like a puppy, the drone would tilt its head and listen in on its captor's gurgles. They sounded needy, pent up... and happy.

Mira's eyes roll up, and she lets out a deep, long groan. With a full-body convulsion, she cums hard inside the drone's latex-covered pussy. Sadly, her body doesn't allow her one last look at the Floatzel-drone's fascinated glare -- she's simply too spent to function by now. She simply lays there, twitching and pumping load after load inside her dronified partner, a parting gift before she joins her too. She gives a few instinct-fueled, pathetic little kicks to try and swim, not going anywhere, before she goes still.

The crowd around them both murmurs and looks at each other -- and wiggles, suddenly pent up for obvious reasons. They feel this Braixen will be a good lay once she's joined them all, though they will let the Floatzel-drone get first dibs.

Lily pulls away, a string of fresh cum dripping from her rubbery pussy, and she gently lays a paw on her girlfriend's motionless chest. Slowly, the gooey latex spreads to her body, too, enveloping her like a warm blanket on a cold winter night. But it's not time for the Braixen to sleep yet. It's time to wake up.

I knew she looked familiar!! I knew this Braixen very well~! She's my girlfriend~!! We all made it back to base, and she's hugging me tight in the orb-pod now, but I think my pod-pals here are waiting their turn to get bred, too, hmm... I think they'll have to wait a little longer, heehee. There's enough Braixen girldick for all of us.

Not only that, but this Braixen has been welcomed by Our Holy Savior wholeheartedly. Apparently, they've met before, too, so we all have history together. Isn't that funny? Lord Kira even gave us the week off to spend as much time together as possible before drone training begins for this Braixen cutie~ To think we went this long without being together, and now we're back at it again forever~ Everything feels so good all the time~!!

My tasks are done for the day, so I'm taking my suit off to spend the rest of the night kissing and fucking my darling, and then I'm gonna take her to my sleeping pod and rest together. Maybe she'll knot me this time and we'll doze off like that together, so cozy~

Let's work hard to welcome the rest of the world's airbreathers to our side. There's very few of them left, and there's only so many caves with fresh air left! They'll all join us eventually. If you're an airbreather reading this, please come look for us! If you play nice, Our Sacred Lord of the Eternal Ocean will let you worship It as much as you'd like~!