They had been together for longer than they had ever imagined. There was a small cove hidden away from the rest of the finned folk. Only they knew how to get to it. When you want to hide things, you put it in front of people's faces. They tend to ignore the beauty within the seemingly mediocre.

Nobody ever found that cove, the sea sponges had devoured everything when they no longer came back. The sea sponges and creatures shined brighter than ever when they ate all the things these two had left. The sponges knew that if they could consume the love that existed in that cove, there was hope that someday, somehow, that love could flourish again. The sponges never knew how right they had been.

They collected rocks. They liked rocks because only the water could shape a rock, and this took ages to do. Rocks were a symbol of their love, because despite the years or whatever happened, a rock may change form or shape, but it would always stay strong. Even the mountains have to bow to the water eventually, but when the mountains join the seas, the rock can not only tell the untold love story, but could bring it back to life.

Their favorite thing to do was sneak out to the cove. To escape all their royal duties, to escape society, to escape pain and burden and to simply be together in this cove. The walls were covered with colorful sea sponges, and the scents these sponges gave off could only be felt by them. Everyone was in on it, even since the beginning the sponges were fierce protectors.

The finned folk could not taste very much, they were definitely much more in tune with scents. In order to taste each other they would embrace. They kissed each other delicately, these sensations were all new to them, quite new to the world actually. When they experienced it, they were a bit overwhelmed, but they could not stop. Nothing over took them, they overtook each other. It wasn't until they fucked and got pregnant that they figured out there was another way to do it. All was new again, but the best thing about the fucking was that it would get exponentially better every time they did. He'd press into her, delicately, but with the force of a fucking train. She'd feel it, she felt that fucking train, and she wished their was a way the train could actually become a part of her. He wanted to go into the princess completely, to feel safe and warm. He would have given anything to be able to be protected by her without worry for the rest of his life. They fucked all the time, and were ecstatic about their first child.

Their bodies not only got closer to become one, but they always were able to heat that little cove to ridiculously warm levels. The boiling of water is caused by heating the molecules enough to shake them so that they release energy in the form of heat, and that little cove boiled again and again and again. The sea sponges fed off of this warmth, and began to depend on the two for nourishment in this form. Sex juices just got cooped up in the cove that the sponges ate. If anything could have ever eaten a sponge, they would have likely become overwhelmed by sex to the point of exhaustion, or possible death. That's how the sponges survived, and how only the strongest of creatures could eat a sponge without collapsing. These two had no idea that what they were creating on a daily basis would become the basis for how future generations would interact all over the earth.

The best thing about this experience repeated over the years was that they not only could taste each other, but their bodies would mesh into each other. Physically mesh into each other. Because when they did this, their bodies became more delicate, almost like jello. It was then easy to press into each other and mold each other as they desired. Nobody but the sea sponges ever saw this, and as the years passed, it was the sea sponges who remembered the scents. The sea sponges then fed the seaweed which fed the land dwellers which fed their children which kept the scents in everyone's blood alive for a very long time.

The princess was pregnant that day she was harpooned. She hadn't told anybody, but her sister knew. Her sister could not conceive with the fellow adventurer and she figured that if she could give the land dwellers a finned baby, they might reward her somehow. The sister was a pretty naive bitch, but the princess loved her anyway. The sister was always trying to fix or control what was not broken. When she was banished, she blamed society for her faults. She hadn't accepted the fact that perfection was an illusion, that real perfection was not something that had to be created, because it had always existed. The princess would tell her, the more you try to escape love, the more you will induce it. Then she'd laugh and laugh, and would start dancing. The princess loved dancing.