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Deep below the surf of Fontaine, Freminet drifts in the darkness. He is too deep beneath the surface for the light to easily reach, and even if it could, the weak radiance of the moon and stars would likely provide little assistance. But that’s alright. He wasn’t here to see the sights. Rather, he preferred to drown out the whole world from within his helmet. It is silent and still.
The weight of the day slowly disperses into the water, and Freminet can physically feel his muscles releasing their tension. He allows himself to sink further until he feels the brush of the tall grasses of the seafloor, the plants that grow desperately towards the shimmering light.
The grass and the water gently sway. Father will expect him home eventually, but to spend a bit more time here… He’s sure she wouldn’t think to mention it. He closes his eyes and tucks his legs up to his chest, and before he can even realize it’s happening he slips into a gentle sleep.
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Quickly rushing water rouses Freminet from his slumber. Disoriented, he tries to swim upwards, thinking he must have drifted into an underwater current, but freezes when his hand strikes something solid. He comes to his senses to find himself wrapped gingerly around the waist by the flowing tail of a huge, four-legged seahorse, one that seems intent on dragging him through the water much faster than he could ever swim.
Scenery flies past around them. The grand beast is remarkably fast, its sharp form cutting through the water as though it provided no resistance at all. It prances elegantly among the shallow reefs and into an underwater cavern. At this, Freminet begins to panic. He’s never seen a Bubbler Seahorse of this size, much less one that leapt about on four legs and sported a horn. He had stashed his claymore in a safe place near where he entered the water, thinking that even if he were to need it that it would lose much of its efficacy under the surface. Thinking quickly, he grasps at the long fins of the seahorse’s tail, icy chill flowing from his Vision through his fingers into the creature.
The fins flinch violently from his attempt to freeze them, but the beast does not halt and barely even falters as it continues along its path. The unyielding, bony tail around his waist digs in tighter and Freminet lets out a cry as a brief electric shock runs through his body. Not powerful enough to harm him, but a clear warning from the beast nonetheless. He hopes he hasn’t been carried too far from his things by now. Surely the beast will lose interest eventually and he can return to the House of the Hearth where his siblings are surely waiting on him by now.
Light fades around the seahorse and its prize as they descend deeper into the cavern, and suddenly they burst from the water into open air, the grand creature leaping just as elegantly through the air onto a wide raised platform in the middle of the cavern. The sudden jolt of the leap sends Freminet’s helmet flying off, and he watches helplessly as it drops down the gap beside the platform into the trench below.
Alighting on the smooth stone, the seahorse finally releases Freminet from its grasp and trots off to investigate something elsewhere in its abode, leaving Freminet to regain his bearings. They appear to be on a large natural stone platform. Climbing to his feet, Freminet walks to the edge only to see a sheer drop of a height where he’d surely injure himself if he tried to jump down. The edge of the platform curves inward, so climbing down isn’t an option either, and he’s not sure if he would be able to scale the tall cliff that leads to the entrance even if he could make it down in the first place. Circling the platform’s perimeter confirmed much of the same - he was stranded atop the Seahorse Lord’s court.
At this, the fear began to set in. He wasn’t sure he could leave this place at all without the seahorse carrying him back out. He wasn’t sure if he could get food, or water, or if this thing just brought him here to eat him. His breaths started to come shallow and fast, and tears welled in his eyes.
His distress seemed to alert the great seahorse, and it walked closer to inspect him. It brought its face down close to his, slowly circling him. Freminet lamented his brief life, preparing for the creature to strike him down with Electro, or worse, devour him alive.
It moved towards him, forcing him to back up (luckily, not towards the edge) until he tripped backwards and landed flat on his back. In his brief moment of recovery, the seahorse wrapped its tail tightly around his ankles and lifted him into the air with a yelp.
Despite its elegance, it is not particularly delicate with its prisoner. He feels somewhat ill as it leaps into the air trailing him behind it, carrying him to another, smaller platform off the main one. It deposits him in what seems to be a nest, made of large pieces of coral and broad plant leaves from elsewhere in the cave. It’s surprisingly soft, and it momentarily distracts Freminet from the fact that he is at an even more injury-inducing height with a creature much more powerful than he is.
The grand seahorse bends down and wedges its horn beneath the weighted belt Freminet wears while diving and pulls its head back. It’s sewn into his diving suit, and he hears his suit’s fabric tear as the horn snaps his belt in two, a giant hole made that exposes his lower belly. The creature makes an excited noise and continues to use its horn to dig at the fabric, ripping at it until it eventually gives in and splits down the middle, leaving Freminet with a useless, shredded garment.. The cave’s chill seeps into his bare skin and his hands dart down to cover himself. He no longer believes the creature intends to kill him, but he is struggling to accept his alternative theory.
However, Freminet is not given the luxury of thinking about it any longer, as the Pearl Seahorse lifts him up and drapes him over the edge of the nest, ass and pussy facing the creature.
“Ah!” He feels its cool breath on his labia. It looks closely for a moment before making a pleased croon and positioning itself over him.
“No.. Please, I don’t want this!” Freminet cries, tears beginning to stream down his face. A slick appendage presses itself against his folds, nudging its way in. It’s narrow, but with the size of the beast, he shudders to think how big it might be in its entirety. “Please, please..” He’s not sure why he begs. If the creature understands him, it gives no indication.
It surges forward into him, and Freminet screams. Any fingers he may have stuck inside himself during nights alone do nothing to compare. The thing’s dick stretches him so wide it hurts. The seahorse stays inside him for a moment before slowly pulling out. Freminet barely has a moment to breathe before it thrusts in again, and the seahorse’s tempo accelerates up to a brutal pace. Freminet, in his panic, tried to struggle away but the seahorse only keened loudly and moved forward with him. Its dick ruthlessly pounds at his cervix, his struggle only giving the beast a better angle to hammer its thrust directly against his womb.
And as it continues, Freminet’s yelling turns to soft groaning and pain and discomfort begin to give way to pleasure. His mind begins to go hazy as he forgets his situation and becomes lost in nothing but sensation.
The thrusting of the seahorse grows more frantic and erratic, and Freminet reaches his peak and cries out in guilty ecstasy just as the beast presses deep into him and fills his insides.
But it doesn’t feel quite right. Along with what he assumes is cum, he feels lumps pass through his cervix into his womb and settle heavily there.
A book on marine wildlife he read comes back to him. Male bubbler seahorses, which are the only ones to reach large sizes, hold onto the eggs of their mate after fertilization. They will then either incubate the eggs until they hatch, or particularly powerful males may pawn off their brood onto others. And this might be the most powerful male of them all.
Freminet’s wiggling and protestation does little to discourage the laying, which continues for another fifteen or so seconds before the creature pulls out. It picks him up once more, much more delicately this time, and sets him in the center of the nest before curling around him and promptly falling asleep.
He lays a hand on his stomach. The soft, round eggs rest heavily in his womb, pushing his belly out the tiniest bit. He stares at the ceiling with unfocused eyes. He doesn’t know what to do. Surely Father or his siblings will notice he’s missing and come looking for him, right? But how would they know where to find him? Some fisherman’s legend that Freminet should have nothing to do with?
It’s impossible to tell in the enclosed cavern how much time passes, but eventually his exhaustion and stress catch up to him and he falls into a fitful slumber.
When he awakens, the seahorse is gone, and he’s been moved back down to the large platform. There’s not much to do. Freminet spends his time fruitlessly searching for escape routes and drawing pictures in the dust. He removes the remnants of his dive suit and tucks them under a plant near the edge of the plinth- he doesn’t have the heart to simply throw them into the trench.
Eventually, the seahorse returns with plants from the outside, dropping them in front of Freminet. He’s confused for a moment until his stomach grumbles loud enough to echo off the walls. The kelp he’s been brought is slimy, but lacking any better options, he hesitantly brings it to his mouth and takes a bite. The taste is foul, but the seahorse seems pleased with him, making melodic noises and swishing its tail. He eats all he can stomach, which isn’t much, and the seahorse whisks him back up to the nest platform.
It inspects him all over, seeing that its…. Mate? Incubator? Has stayed healthy in its absence. Once it is satisfied, it moves Freminet back into the position it mounted him from before.
“No… nononono, you already laid your eggs in me, you can’t-” Freminet begins to protest before the air is driven from his lungs by the first firm thrust from his bestial partner.
When it comes in him this time, there are yet more eggs to join the ones already inside Freminet. The seahorse tucks around him to sleep, and Freminet closes his eyes and dreams of home.
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Freminet’s time continues to pass in much the same way. He is allowed to roam the large plinth while the seahorse is gone, and when it returns it brings him food and then fills him with more eggs. Eventually, his stomach has expanded to the point where he looks heavily pregnant, which he supposes he is. He feels the thing’s spawn wriggle within him sometimes, and he’s grown heavy and tired.
He no longer knows how long it’s been. He stopped counting the days. Father probably thinks he failed his mission and ran away. He doesn’t know if he’ll ever get the chance to return to the House of the Hearth. He’s no longer sure he wants to. The thought of his Father and siblings seeing him in this state, an egg receptacle for some sea creature, fills him with cold horror.
He feels they would all know that he was not strong or smart enough to escape on his own, that he had surrendered himself to a monster, and worst of all that he had come to look forward to when it came home to fuck him. The fear and disgust had not left him, but he enjoyed the feeling of being useful. The thought of harming the eggs never even occurred to him. The fucking and the laying no longer hurt him, and he saw no point anymore in not allowing himself to enjoy it.
And eventually, the day is upon him. He awakens from a fitful sleep to a violent shifting in his womb. He cries out and the great seahorse immediately awakens to see what the matter is.
Freminet puts a hand on his stomach and is hit by a sudden contraction. His mate, picking up on what’s happening, quickly carries him over to the pool of water at the entrance. Freminet is closer to freedom than he’s ever been since he arrived, but it’s very clear he’s not in any condition to flee right now as he feels something settle into place above his birth canal. He cries during the birth, the thing moving achingly slowly towards the real world, but with one final push he delivers the first colorful little seahorse into the pool. After a long while, he has delivered three in total.
The pool has been tainted by womb blood and birth fluid, and yet once it’s all over, Freminet slides gently forward and reaches out to touch the tiny creature that he helped bring into the world. Even minutes after being born, it pushes its large head against his hand before fluttering its fins to go rejoin its siblings.
Freminet’s belly has returned to something closer to its original state. He’s not sure if the gestating young ate the other eggs that were put inside him, but in this moment he doesn’t care. The babies’ father leans its head down to greet them and they spout tiny jets of water. They’re beautiful, and they exist, in part, because of Freminet.
He sits in the pool with them. They nuzzle him as he strokes their heads, until the exhaustion of the whole ordeal finally catches up with him and he falls into the most peaceful, dreamless sleep he thinks he’s ever had.