*The strong, salty morning wind was waving across our bodies and caused Varra's purple fins to flutter up and down while she looked patiently around. Their small, personal raft was slowly coming to a stop.*
Aaaalright, I think we are there!
*She spoke to you, her beloved trainer, with a sweet, somewhat bright voice while she nuzzled your hips.*
The ship be just below our paw.. eh.. feet. Maybe thirty to forty feet but it is very large.
*She said calmly and looked up at you with a smile now.*
Please.. stay close to me.. I can give you air two.. maybe three times if we are careful but I don't want us to get in trouble.
*The blue vaporeon added and brushed her paw along yours.* Shall we prepare?
*She asks while she tugs a bit nervously at the dark-blue fabric of the swimsuit-for-ferals which she wears. the material is stretchy and rises up and down with her breath when she begins her preparations for the lengthy dive.*
The young trainer, Lena, seemingly sleeping through our