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we present:
THE BISHTORY
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The bird princess had always dreamed of running away from her kingdom and forging a new life for herself at sea…
On the night of her 18th birdthday, by fairytale rules, she packed her sword and big feathery hat and snuck down to the harbour.
In true pirate fashion, wearing her true pirate fashion, she found an empty boat and tomfooled her way into it. She set sail after downing a bottle of rum that she found in the boat, the open sea air breathing new life into her. Her dreams were finally coming true!
She sailed for almost an hour before she lost sight of any nearby land. Surrounded by nothing but water, the cold breeze in her wings; she felt free.
Until, out of nowhere, her boat began to shake. It wasn’t really a big deal, considering she had the power of flight, but she still jumped out of her seat and reached for her trident (that she owned for some reason). The ocean fell still, and the boat stopped shaking a moment later.
The bird princess didn’t let her guard down, however. She leaned over the side of the boat, trident in hand, searching her surroundings for whatever had hit the bottom of the vessel. She squinted, and in the dark night she only just noticed the vague movement of a creature beneath her.
Assuming it was some deadly sea creature, she threw the trident into the water with force, and a pained noise from the creature below was the only confirmation that she had hit it.
The ocean grew quiet for a moment, until the creature peeked its head out of the salty water.
“Scuse me, the fuck?” the creature inquired. She was a kind of mermaid, albeit a ghostly one. She looked like the personification of a mental breakdown. The mer-creature slurred her words as she cursed like a sailor, ironic considering the bird princess was the one on the boat. The bird was taken aback by the mermaid’s harsh words. ‘Well fuck this bitch’, she thought to herself.
Before the bird princess could respond, the fish hopped over the side of the boat and got right up in her face, yelling with all her might. It was then that the bird noticed the blood pouring from the mermaid’s hip. As rude as she was, the bird didn’t want to become some kind of murderer.
The bird princess pointed the wound out to the mer-creature, and with a groan, the fish agreed to let the bird patch her up.
They began in awkward, tense silence, but eventually the bird’s curiosity got the best of her. She learned a lot in that ten minute conversation - the fish was a lot like her. They were both princesses, and neither of them wanted their destiny of ruling their respective kingdoms.
As soon as the fish princess was patched up, she hopped over the side of the boat. With one last look at the bird princess, she said, “Thanks, I guess.” A second later she disappeared under the water.
‘I’m a total cunt, and she’s just like me… I think I’m in love,’ the bird princess thought to herself as she sailed home.
Over the next week, the bird princess found herself sailing out to sea every night. And, every night at the same time, the fish princess managed to find her.
They still argued, but it was mostly good natured now. They would talk and laugh all night, and the bird princess stayed later and later each day that passed. After a week of this, it was hard to deny the bird’s obvious feelings for the fishcess.
On the eighth day, valentine’s day, the bird princess sailed out to sea as usual, looking forward to seeing her lover again.
When they met, the fish excitedly told the bird that she had a surprise for her. The fish princess stretched her hand out in front of her, and with a click of her webbed fingers, sparkles emanated from her hand.
The bird felt her neck begin to transform… when she reached up to check what had happened, she felt gills there.
“YO MY DUDE, DID YOU JUST DO SOME SICK MAGIC TRICK YO?? I GOT FUCKIN GILLS??” she exclaimed.
“I KNOW BRO! ITS FUCKIN RAD! We can live together underwater bro!” the fish replied.
The bird princess looked deep into the fish’s eyes. “Hey bro?”
“Yeah bro?”
“I love you, bro,” the bird confessed.
The fish smiled. “Bro… I love you too, bro.”
They kissed passionately, and then together they dove over the side of the boat. They brought the rum with them, and lived happily ever after underwater.
AND THATS HOW THE BISH CAME TO BE <3
15.02.2024 16:43:32