Orange Gulper

Orange Gulper oozed slightly up from the bottom of the pond, glancing up from the glinting moon-lit, murky water, and gulped soundlessly at the fat, orange fish flirting about the surface. The lily pads and lotus blooms kissed the goldfish and their swishing, colorful tails.

They look very fat, thought Orange Gulper in a bubbling, delicious thought.

There is a huge willow tree casting it’s soft shadow, dappling it’s lively dance upon the dark shadows, layered upon Orange Gulper’s uneasy home.

It has a wide mouth, like a ladling spoon, layered human teeth that sharpen as the body becomes more whole and hot. Nebulous and wormy, grasping and sinking and unable to float, is Orange Gulper’s frenzied form, and it smells excellently.

Yes, it sure does.

It can smell a small figure peeking through the murky depths. It can sense the vibrations, like a spider peeking on the top of it’s web when a fly gets caught on it, and right after the vibration it smells fleshy fingers tapping the edge of the woodland, forested pond.

Orange Gulper rested a moment.

It sunk deep into a muddy sediment, sighing out a few tiny, flat looking bubbles, floating around to disturb the more errant, naive orange fish near the pond bed.

Soon, Orange Gulper thought with large grinning teeth, soon is feeding time.

But, the dream of acquiring a large number of the fat orange swishers came to a sudden halt. Orange Gulper was met face to face with a happy, serene, sunny expression.

Eyes that shone like heaven and hair that tumbled down like a million silverfish.

The garbling, dreamy voice tumbling out in front of her gills, and she warned Orange Gulper of a usurper.

“Come back to your organs and fire born regality. Take back your home, Orange Gulper. The little ursurper above wants to take your crown!”

Her pulpy, blue, beating heart was transparent in her glowing chest, and her milky eyes reflected a history of Orange Gulper with fire red eyes and rose petal, tear-drop, armor-like skin. A fire drinker, an Orange Gulper.

“You were created from fire and sea,” Her sun hot words hit Orange gulper in a deep wave. It reverberated a truth, this large blue swisher was Orange Gulper’s mother. “The volcano gulping titan forgot to give you wings,” She crooned in a garbling, melancholy bubble of sound, her jagged smile warming to Orange Gulper’s rivets of sun glazed form, like a long lost embrace.

Her scaly fin-like hands caressed the Orange Gulper maternally. The Orange Gulper sighed in a pulsating gulp.

There was a huge splash and something tangible that suddenly fell into the pond.

The sharp-fanged mermaid’s moon eyes widened and she fled into a hidden blanket, a chasm of dark fire water that seemed to lead into a large, more powerful body of water and space.

The moon’s gravity pulled the waters up, and Orange Gulper rose also, seeking to meet the tiny usurper in question.

It was a young child. Perhaps lost in the woods. Perhaps not.

Perhaps it came to destroy Orange Gulper.

Perhaps, also, not.

But then Orange Gulper reminded itself that the blue tail swisher mother gave it a vision of it’s past and now and a bit of painting to a new present. This child shouldn’t be here, but it was. Something about their own light blue eyes told Orange Gulper that this wasn’t a usurper.

The child looked upon the nebulous, featureless visage of the Orange Gulper, terrified at first, then calm and quiet, as it ran through the murky waters with a heavy fire that neither burned nor scalded.

Orange Gulper was hungry. But, the fat orange goldfish were all hiding now.

The child suddenly touched it with one hand, and their forms meshed in a strange manner, shaking the foundation of the earth. It tore through the tectonic plates, and shook up the dirt and layers of rock and loamy soil, the long formed land that had been originally a sea, smashed together—-Orange Gulper suddenly recalled as a large black fire pit inside of its core was lit up, a blinking of time that was felt in every corner of the huge, old forest.

Cocooned under a nest of ancient, volcanic like dust, it hardened and covered the two forms like molten goo.

It’s teeth were reforming by blasting heat, sharp and jagged like moon-blue swisher mother, and it’s chest deep with a transported, blue, twisted organ, pulpy and drinking in new life. The fire of black fire volcano, the mighty majesty of it’s father light seemed to give it new organs and yes—-

A Serpentine, snakelike form.

The moon pulled the tide down, and the cocoon cracked.

All the orange goldfish swarmed to the scene of the chaotic, new, birthing site of the volcano-sea dragons.

Now father and son, they drank in the sun fat fish like gulping chasms, happy in the basking moon, tearing down the agony of their once terror-gripping mortal forms, they now are fire, orange gulping tyrants.

It was a bonding moment.