Pink Haired Bubble Guppy Novels & Stories

She passed by our bunks one-by-one; the first one held Syrieze at the top and O’mally at the bottom, seventeen and sixteen, respectively. Next up were Norn and Bleuc, a boy and a girl, both my age. They were twins, which I gathered was quite rare within the Estate. Unfortunately neither of them had any memories about who their parents were, just like the rest of us. I got along well with both of them.

“Not I know about. They have a thing called a gill around their neck. I am sure they breathed like any other fish.” Pink looked intrigued. “And they breathe with their noses when they are on the surface?” “I think so, yeah.” “... fascinating.” Blue scoffed and rose once again. “Now, off you go. We can get an early rest.” Saying nothing, Pink ascended quickly to the sky. “I’ll take the two small naval ships at the back. You focus on this one. Then, we can get a rest, Lord Blue Bunny.” Her face felt like she hated the thoughts, though.

"One, two, three. Wow!" She can't just stop admiring them. "Mama! See, there are three purple-tailed fishes", she excitedly looks at us. Ivanna just passes her a smile. "Spiderman!" Chrisanna drifts her attention to Colton. And Colton is as always ready to respond. "Umm— there are two big purple—tailed fishes. Who's the male one? And who's the female one?" Colton clicks his tongue against his cheek. He definitely doesn't know.

I walk to the edge of the pond to lend some emotional support to her as she faces this new trial. It takes a few moments but slowly, I see some of the body begin to change. Currently, she is in the shape of my beloved Rojo as an arapaima. As she begins to change form I see her gills change to that of a blue gill. Arapaimas breath regular air and do not cycle water through their body the way the other fish do.

We both stare into each other’s eyes as we struggle to refill our lungs with the much needed oxygen that we have deprived them of. My focus lingers on Rin’s eyes. What were once the dark green color that I remember are now a startling pink color, with black rimmed around the iris and black flecks mixed in with the pink. The color stole my breath away as I stared up at him with aww, his beauty more ethereal than even my Angel’s.

Unable to look anywhere else from the picturesque background of the swarm of jellyfish doing graceful ballet behind her as they open and close their bells in their luminescent hues of pink and yellow to scoot away. The small glistening scales on her outer arms matched the same prepossessing aquamarine ones on her curved tail. Except for the orange clam shells that encased each of her rounded breasts, her top half was bare. Snow-white tufts of hair moved fluidly to the tune of an underwater current. The sodium water, I realized, altered the dual blend of her deep grey to teal blue hair.

She makes a jerky motion and he jumps back, eyes wide in surprise. “Oh, is that confidence or mischief I hear?” “Both. Always both.” When they finally descend, everything changes. The world goes quiet below the blue water. The ton of bubbles coming out of their gear, the pretty way the light catches the pretty colors down there, it’s surreal and almost unearthly. Fish in every color imaginable swim by, unbothered by their presence. Gold fish, blue fish, yellow fish, pink fish, rainbow colored fish, black… stay away from those ones, they look dangerous.