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I don't believe in a lot of things.

I mean, I know there's some divine, spiritual influence that we think steers us to whatever destiny or higher calling is waiting for us. Something that happens that puts us headlong and blind onto a path we're forced to tread.

But I don't believe destiny is like that.

At least, not in my case.

My story is simple. I am Kyrell, and I'm presently a resident of Devil's Tower prison in Kiribati, a mostly-uncharted island in the upper western South Pacific. The old, crumbling stone structure rests on the edge of a high cliff, approximately a hundred feet from the ground to the jagged shoreline, a cul-de-sac of large rocks competing for space, battered for eons by the raging sea.

I know so much about this place because the captain of the schooner that brought a lot of us tigers here made a point of steering around the small plateau so we could get a good look at every square foot of the uprooted land. The sea completely surrounds us. The nearest land is approximately 750 miles to the south of us, in Samoa, and even the strongest swimmers among us would never make that, even floating. Plus he showed us the churning waves dashing onto the rocks, and recalled through broken teeth how he had once watched a poor inmate literally break every bone in his body trying to fight the waves out to sea in his escape. Fortunately he drowned before the guards could reach him - and subsequently tack on an extra 20 years to his sentence.

The waves...

(...Kyrell...)

As dismal as my current surroundings are now, my earlier home in the lush and mysterious tropical island I had washed up on prior was almost the complete contrast. There were golden sands, beautiful full palm trees sporting luscious coconuts, fresh fruits, wild flowers of myriad colors, and of course the beautiful creatures that inhabited the beach and the crystal-clear azure depths.

When I washed up on shore there about three weeks ago, I was nearly dead, a sole survivor of a terrible storm that roared up and dashed our prison ship to bits against the reef, sending the ship and hundreds of struggling, writhing tigers with it to their deaths below the waves.

(...Kyrell...)

The waves...

I was with them in the churning water, struggling against currents, breaking free of dying tigers trying to grab on to me, threatening to take me with them to their watery graves. When my head finally broke the surface, for a moment the salty sting assaulted my eyes, and I could see nothing but the water around me. No sign of the ship, or my fellow passengers.

I cried out and lunged forward in the water, trying to swim anywhere and my feet suddenly touched sand. With the last of my strength, I pitched forward and splashed in a sodden, kelp-covered tangle on the edge of an empty beach. I lay there as the small waves lapped over and around my body, and closed my eyes.

(...Kyrell...)

When I awoke, I was startled to find myself inside a small bamboo hut, resting comfortably in a make-shift hammock tied in the corner of the room. As I tried to sit up, a firm, but soft paw pressed down on my chest and my vision swam into focus as I looked up at the face of a sea-otter girl.

"You should rest," she said simply, and got up from beside me, her pink and white sarong fluttering about her legs, shaping flaring hips tightly, as she padded on comely webbed feet to a small fire she had prepared.

My words were lost from me. I had heard stories and legends of the sea-otters of the South Seas, and their beauty was said to defy proper description. She was a sleek, toned creature, with a beautiful, deep-tanned color to her short pelt. A single red hibiscus bloom poked through the top of long, gorgeous ebony hair that spun down her cheeks and shoulders, touching the base of an expressive, thick tail in several waves. Ample tan breasts were covered partly by a tie-on strip of the same material as her sarong, but showed just enough to leave little to the imagination. When she turned to look at me, her deep green eyes once again forced my silence. I knew I was staring at her, and struggled for words.

"I am...alive?" The words were difficult to say, and more so to hear. I felt like my throat was on fire, as if I hadn't touched water in days.

"You swallowed much water, tiger..." The sea-otter spoke coolly as she knelt by the small flame and adjusted a fish roasting on a stick. "You are very lucky. My people would say that the ocean tried to eat you, did not like the way you tasted and spat you back out to the sand." She laughed softly at her own humor, such a beautiful sound, and got back up to sit next to me in a wooden chair. "You must sleep more but you may have some fish to gain strength back. I dove for you." The sea-otter pointed to the fire. "This is good fish. Much help. I find these in the reef."

I nodded, still a bit groggy. But when she held a bit of the cooked fish in front of my nose to smell, I found I was ravenous and ate hugely. As I drifted back into a fitful sleep, the girl laid her paw on my chest again, close to my heart, and hummed a sweet melody to me.

"Who...are you...?" I asked as sleep began to overtake me.

"Leilani..." she whispered, and I heard nothing more until the next day.

**

I woke with a start as I heard footsteps coming into the hut, and sat up in the hammock to see Leilani carrying a large net made of hemp rope in her arms, her fur dripping wet of sea-water. As she set the net down and turned to me, I suddenly realized she was without clothes this time, and her whole body shimmered, water droplets and rivulets appearing to caress her as they traveled down her form.

She noticed my intense stare but seemed not to be the least bit wary as she padded over to me and sat down, running a webbed paw through her soaked hair. "You want to eat more?"

I swallowed hard and was magnanimous enough to feel my ears pinkening. "Yes...I would like that, Leilani. Oh, I'm Kyrell...I'm...well, I was from Boston, i-in the States. I...I'm American?"

I waited for some recognition in her eyes but saw none. "I...your English is...very good, Leilani. May I ask...how you learned?"

The sea-otter smiled shyly and I could feel my heart thump a bit faster. "Traders from my home. Men who come by boats. They trade for our pearls."

"Oh, you dive for pearls too?" My mind filled with images of this beauty gathering oyster shells in the cold depths of the ocean, with nothing but a good strong breath of air in her lungs. Under the spread, I could feel myself growing a useless erection, and my paws quickly darted between my legs to cover it.

Leilani smiled, either not noticing, or pretending not to. "I dive every day, Kyrell. Pearls, shells, fish. Things I need..." She moved from her chair and sat down carefully on the edge of the hammock, upon my legs. "I think you are well now. You are welcome here, tiger."

"Where is...er...here, exactly?"

She giggled. "I do not know..." She got slowly to her feet again and padded naked over to the other side of the small room, unfastening her pink and white sarong from a line of hemp rope and tying it around her waist. "I saw your ship from far away. I was on the beach." For the first time, she frowned. "Watched many die when it sank. Tried to save one, dove deep for him, but he panicked. Pulled at me and drowned." She wiped at her eyes, and I immediately felt sickened not only at what I had seen but what she herself had been forced to. Guilt washed over me in waves.

(...Kyrell...)

"I'm so sorry," I got up carefully from the hammock, finding my footing on the sand floor. "I...they were not friends, if it helps. Just others I was forced to sail with. I...was on my way to prison..."

Her green eyes narrowed and I quickly added, "For stealing. I...I needed to eat. I had recently lost my home."

Leilani's sharp stare seemed to soften, and a hint of a smile came back. "I am lost too..." She whispered and without another word, turned away and stepped out of the hut, letting in a spill of beautiful sunlight and the fresh breeze. I stumbled a few steps, nearly lost my balance, and finally made my way outside.

The ocean. My God, it was so beautiful. The tranquil blue seemed to stretch outwards in all directions for an eternity, the last bastion of terra firma in the entire world. I found the sea-otter kneeling in the sand, close to the shoreline, letting gentle waves splash over her feet and legs as she struggled with a stubborn clam-shell.

(...Kyrell...)

As I approached her, she looked up at me and handed over the shell. I understood and grinned as I knelt next to her, snapping the shell apart in my powerful grip. The sea-otter churrred warm approval and the two of us shared our meal.

"What did you mean when you said that you are lost, Leilani?"

The sea-otter said nothing, but shook her head, pointing back towards the beach, to the hut. It took me a moment to realize her hut was the only one on the entire stretch of shore as far as my eyes could see. A bamboo path from the crude building stretched outwards, leading to full, rich palm trees dangling coconuts and other fruits from their branches. A winding trail etched through a large sand-dune led to a painstakingly-created firepit, brimming with coconut shells and palm bark.

I ran a paw through my white hair, puzzled, and looked back at her. "Leilani...where are your people, other sea-otters?"

She turned her head back towards the water and sighed. "I do not know. I was...swimming with my friends, in the sea. In Tahiti, near Bora-Bora. I saw..." She sat down comfortably on the sand and drew her toned, strong legs up underneath her. I noticed a bright red lei anklet around her right foot, and immediately my arousal was peaked once more. I sat down cross-legged next to her, listening, trying not to stare.

"I saw something...strange, in the depths. Deep, so deep..." Her eyes met mine and I swallowed hard. "It was a light, as bright as the sun. Shining, swirling with colors. It seemed so far at first, but as I swam down closer to it, it...was suddenly right there, close enough to touch..." She lifted a webbed paw towards the sea, as if pleading to the pounding waves.

(...Kyrell...)

"I swam into the light. And suddenly...the sea did not seem the same. It was darker, colder, and my breath...I..." She shook her head, wiping a fresh set of tears from her haunting green eyes. "I almost could not swim back up in time...I...I found myself here, alone. My friends, my family, my home...everything...just gone..."

She broke down in the sand and I moved quickly over to wrap an arm about her. I felt her whole body tremble, and then the warmest churrring sound came from her. The sea-otter leaned against me, shaking hard, still crying. "Th-that is why I dive now. I...I want to find my way back home. I dive every day, several times, trying to find...that light...I dive until I cannot dive anymore..."

Perhaps it was the situation. I had been with several women in my life, and tigers were natural born lovers and romantics. Leilani was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen, and the way we were snuggled together, pressed warmly, the waves reaching our bodies, lapping at our fur...

(...Kyrell...)

I nuzzled her cheek, my cold nose tickling her face, my purring becoming louder. I was no longer trying to hide the stiff arousal in my trunks, and I was more than pleased to feel the sea-otter's paw reaching for my leg, and then gliding delicate webbed digits across my groin.

At the last minute I put my paws up towards her, as if trying to perhaps stop this, but when they instead found her bare, full breasts, and my digits trapped huge, thick black nipples between them, the heat of our individual sexes blazed. I leaned her back into the sand and we made love, letting the warm, silky waves cover us like blankets.

(...Kyrell...)

"Kyrell..." she whisper-churrred as I filled her body with my seed, and her silky heat rhythmically squeezed me through each of her orgasms.

It was well after sundown before we moved from the sand and walked naked, arm in arm, back to the hut.

**

I awoke with a start the next morning, my fur soaking wet, and realized suddenly that Leilani was standing over me, dressed in her lovely sarong again. She was laughing, spilling water-filled coconut shells over my body in waves. I growled playfully and lunged for her, and she squealed, backing away and running from the hut, still laughing.

To the tiger, it is indeed the thrill of the chase when we are in pursuit of our prey. I pounced at her, trying to wrap around her legs, but the sure-footed mustelid pulled away, running across the sand and down to the shore. Without hardly any hesitation, she dove forward and into the waves, lost from sight.

(...Kyrell...)

I galloped after her, diving into the surf, and immediately marveled at the serene, tranquil azure around me. It was another world altogether, one I had hardly had a chance to explore around the Eastern Atlantic ocean back home, where the water was usually too cold or too torrid to explore at length.

I held my breath as long as I could as I stroked for the sandy bottom, perhaps 4-5 fathoms deep. I felt a paw at the back of my leg, and Leilani was suddenly beside me, churrrring a mouth full of bubbles at me, using strong, quick tugs of her legs to propel through the water like a dancer. I smiled over at her, watching this beautiful creature in her own domain, and her eyes lidded, her full lips pouting. She watched me as we swam together, perhaps as amazed as I was that I was able to stay down so long.

Inevitably, I could feel the burn in my lungs, and I signaled quickly to her, kicking hard and swimming back up to the surface. Leilani swam up with me, circling my body, then drawing close to kiss me as we both broke the surface, gasping for air.

I coughed a little water from my mouth and gave my spent lungs a rest, breathing hard. The sea-otter nuzzled me, pressing up against me.

Oh sweet heaven, I wanted her again, and very badly...

"You are...okay?" she panted against my face, starting to place slow, wet kisses across my mouth and chin.

"Y-yes..." I whimpered, and suddenly felt her paw cupping my full arousal under my trunks. "I..."

"Shhh..." she smiled, and dipped down below the water, leaving me at the surface. I felt her silky touch across my stomach, trailing down, gripping around my trunks and pulling them off. It was as if she had let loose a monster. My organ, already swollen, bobbled and weaved against her face.

Then I felt a different warmth, engulfing my entire member, pulling and tugging at me...

She stayed down a very long time.

She surfaced, panting hard, her mouth filled with my seed. I groaned against her, holding her tightly as she pressed her mouth to mine and kissed, passing the salty spunk of my pleasure from her tongue to mine. For the longest time, we just floated there, wrapped around one another, the waves rocking us.

(...Kyrell...)

Leilani suddenly squeezed me. "Dive deep with me..." She was reaching behind her back, undoing her top, letting those gorgeous breasts spill out again.

I nodded wordlessly, still quite winded from both the swim and her brief love-making to me. Suddenly incredibly eager to take the sea-otter's invitation, I hitched my breath several times before following her down into her domain.

I stroked powerfully, my arms tingling as less-used muscles bulged, and my legs kicked hard to keep up with my sleek companion. Leilani seemed not to breathe at all. Not a single bubble escaped her mouth as she plunged deeper and deeper, her thick tail waving to and fro, aiding her propulsion through the water. She smiled as she looked over her shoulder through long, floating black tresses, and churrred at me, wiggling her hips and allowing the flowery sarong to strip away from her. Now naked, she waited for me to swim down to her, took my paws into hers, and led me ever deeper.

My lungs were aching. I know I needed a breath and quickly. The sea-otter sensed my discomfort however, and pulled her head up to mine, locking her warm mouth around my own and filling my lungs. I glanced down and saw the very bottom of the sea, not too far, perhaps 10 more fathoms, and Leilani led me down. I looked above us and could not see the surface at all.

A strange sort of vertigo washed over me, and I began to feel afraid. I panicked. I burbled hard against Leilani and pushed away from her. But the sea-otter grabbed at my foot at the last second, trying to keep me down, a questioning look on her face. I signaled to my chest, and my head started to pound. I was way too deep for a tiger.

She quickly reached me again, trying to wrap herself around me, and I pinwheeled my arms, flailing now. Warm water suddenly rushed into my mouth and I coughed it out. Oh God, I was drowning! I thought of my companions back on the prison ship, watching their sightless eyes, their silent moans and howls as death overtook them in the dark depths. Was this my fate?

She was pointing excitedly. My clouded vision followed her paw into the murky depths.

I saw something. I can't say what it was even now. It was so bright, as if the sun itself was shining. A strange ball of light, pulsing, a melodic sing-song tone reaching through the depths and to my ears. I'd never seen nor heard anything like it. The colors of the light shifted from blinding white, to cool, deep blues, and to blazing reds, going through the spectrum at such a bursting-

I bubbled hard and felt Leilani's paws stiffen around me again, and her face pressed up again close to mine, offering me one more long, life-giving kiss to fill my lungs.

And then the sea-otter was pulling at my paw, swimming towards the light, trying to lead me into it...

The light suddenly burst into a blinding, hot white and I cried out, instinctively shielding my eyes. I lost my grip on her. When I was able to open my eyes again, I saw one last glimpse of Leilani, beckoning with her tail, beautiful legs kicking, spreading, pumping at the water in one sensual motion after another. Her long hair trailed over her back, and her bountiful breasts bobbled side to side. I held a paw out towards her...

One more flash of light...and she was gone...

I tried to follow, but my lungs were empty. There was no breath left to hold. In a sudden panic, I pushed off the bottom, scrambling hard for the surface so very far above me.

I felt the sensation of not having to breathe at all and then as I stroked up through the last few fathoms of water, a blackness covered me, and I lost consciousness.

**

I awoke, coughing and gasping, on the shore of the beach. My body ached, every muscle tingling. I wearily lifted my head up from the cold sand, and looked around me.

Leilani's hut was gone.

At the shoreline, anchored several yards away from me, was a large schooner, and several tigers in peculiar garb were plodding towards me, rifles drawn.

I tried to get to my feet, but the lead tiger was upon me, pushing me down into the sand again, wrapping my arms behind me.

"You're...you're the only one left?! Are there any others?" he demanded, shoving my face down until grains coated my lips.

"I...I don't know, I swear it!" I cried, and felt tears stinging my eyes.

As the other tigers surrounded us, he looked up at them. "Kyrell. Number Five-three-six-one-eight. Boston." Another tiger took out a notepad, ran a small magnetic pen across it, and I heard the familiar beeping sound as my identification was recognized.

"On your feet," the lead tiger growled, and I was hoisted up roughly, staggering with them to the schooner waiting in the distance.

I chanced one last glance at the pounding waves...

(...Kyrell...)

...at the beautiful azure world surrounding me, and one last look at the golden sand I swore I had made love to someone on, and now what seemed like an eternity ago...

**

Which brings me to the end of my story.

Well, not quite.

I know you might be expecting a happy ending, something to make you feel better for reading this manuscript, and for the troubles I endured. But the problem is, I just don't know how to end this...

I do know two things.

I never saw any sign of LeiLani again, that was one thing. When I was taken on-board the vessel, I tried to look for something familiar from the island. But nothing was there. Her hut, the bamboo path to the beautiful palm trees situated nearby, and the firepit. It was all gone. There was nothing but stifling hot, sifting sand, completely barren...

As if she had never been there...

Oh, I still dream about her, of course. I fantasize late at night, when the moonlight has faded outside this old, starry-cracked window, surrounded by rusty iron bars, and I'm left alone in the darkness of this cell.

I wistfully long to join whatever world she went to...

My last thought of her, watching her beckoning me as she swam naked through deep, dark turquoise until she was lost from sight in that light is enough to arouse me to the point of climax every time.

I wish for the life in the ocean, where my thoughts, my memories, my desires, my fantasies, and my dreams can all mesh together, and swell like the waves.

The waves...

(...Kyrell...)

That's the other thing that's bothering me.

The waves...

(...Kyrell...)

I swear I can hear something through the rush of the water crashing upon the spiked rocks in an eternal dance and song...

Something just barely noticeable above the hiss of the tide as it drags back out into the mad fury of white and azure crests...

(...Kyrell...)

That's the crazy thing. I know I shouldn't be hearing it, but...I think I can hear my name, as soft as a butterfly's wing...

(...Kyrell...)

I'm going to sleep now. Tomorrow night there is an empty moon. No light. It's the perfect chance for me. These iron bars are quite old, and perhaps with my strength, I could probably bend them, pull through the window, and use my sharp claws to scale the moss-covered wall to the ground, and head to the cliff...and then...

If I time the tide correctly, perhaps I can safely make the jump from the great height and the ocean will take me willingly. I've gotten very good at breath-holding. I'll take a large rock with me to grasp when I jump in. With luck, it'll take me down very deep quite quickly...

(...Kyrell...)

You see, I do believe there is a destiny for us all, as I said from the beginning.

But I don't think we're meant to have it given to us, or to be steered headlong or led blindly towards it...

(...Kyrell...)

Perhaps the only thing we need to do...

(...Kyrell...)

...is find it...

END