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Frysco wondered why he did these sorts of things. He was already on the grounds of the Splash Manor water park illegally. Fences wouldn't keep people like a gryphon out - or even a nimble cat. Looking around the grounds, he couldn't help but wonder why they shut down the entire water park for the winter.

It wasn't like there was anything really really major to the park outside. Just a fake beach, volleyball courts, and a few pools that were now drained. Most of the action in the Splash Manor waterpark was in the inside. It didn't make much sense why just because maybe five percent of the park gets snowed why you would close the entire thing.

He shrugged, then walked towards a door, where he had heard things earlier. It had been closed since a few weeks after labor day, yet he kept hearing the sounds of machinery on. Like the filter machine or something. Numerous times at night, he could have sworn he saw lights on.

Right now, it was already sunset. Even if Splash Manor was still open, they wouldn't have turned the lights on. Who on earth was paying the electric bill, and why the hell would they still be running the machinery when they're still closed?

Someone had to be getting in somehow. Maybe they were running private entrances for parties. As rude as he would feel for crashing a party he wasn't invited to, why wouldn't they at least admit this in the local papers? Frysco at first tried one of the main entrances to the back yard, but found it locked.

Never mind that. He knew another way inside. Frysco walked around the building, trying another door only to find it locked. A few moments later, he came to a door labeled "Employees only". He pushed on it, and noticed that it opened. Somewhat surprising, he thought, but then he looked down to his paw.

Now who on earth would put a wooden door-stopper in between the employees-only door? Especially if it happened to be off-season. Just about anyone could sneak in. Like himself. Frysco held the door open, and then walked in, letting it go.

Unbeknownst to him, he mistakenly locked the wooden block out of the way, causing the door to close behind him. He didn't quite catch this, somewhat unsurprisingly. He was too busy focusing on something that had hit him the second he entered.

Chlorine. It reeked of chlorine inside the building, just as it always did. He would have wrinkled his nose if he could wrinkle a beak. It was even warm inside, too - who was paying the heating bill, too? He was under the impression that they shut down everything when it was the off-season.

Frysco walked past the various bits of machinery, looking for where the office might have been. Some part of him wanted to avoid it, after all, since he was trespassing. But even then, if people were sneaking in and squatting, or using this for some kind of perverse incentives, the owners would likely look past that whole "trespassing" issue. Sometimes, you had to break the rule to enforce them.

After a little bit of wandering about, Frysco managed to reach the mainland of the Splash Manor waterpark. He got even more suspicious, now...why could he hear water pumps? He looked over at a play fountain in the kiddie pool and found that it was on, splashing water around at kids who weren't there to play by it. That's strange.

He raised an eyeridge and wandered about. It was still lit up by the sun, but as it was setting, everything seemed to have a strange orange and yellowy glow to it. He then heard a few things, somewhat like a splash. His ear twitched and he looked towards the field with a warring station.

There seemed to be ripples in the water, like something was dropped into it. They seemed to be coming from the middle of the shallow pool, right by a playstructure. A few of these colourful play structures served as small castles, with mounted spray-gun turrets to spray the other castle with. He guided his eyes up towards this play structure. Was somebody in there?

He couldn't see anyone underneath the roof. There wasn't even a sign of what had been dropped into the pool. Strange. Frysco was almost ready to look around towards some of the slides, until he heard a noise that really stood out.

"Achoo!"

*THUMP*

"Ow!"

He immediately jumped, eyes boring right into the play structure he had been looking at before. A human had jumped up, holding his forehead. He was standing right in the play structure. Aha, here was the intruder.

"What're you doing here?" Frysco asked the human.

"Great job Jay, you blew our cover," Another voice said.

"Who's there? This place is closed!"

"Nice job Tyla, you put your tail right against my nose," The human named Jay said.

A white cat poked up, if only to smack Jay in the side. Frysco still glared at both the human and the anthropomorphic cat. So it was that easy, that's the intruders.

"You haven't answered me. You know this park is closed, right?" Frysco said.

"Oh we know, we know!" the cat named Tyla answered, "We're just in here looking for our friend, Pawpy. He went missing a few days ago."

"And why would he be in a waterpark that is closed for the season?" Frysco asked.

"Cause he was noticing a few things in here, like the lights," Tyla answered, "We formed an expedition to look for him."

"A likely story," Frysco answered, "So what're you hiding in here? Salvia? Bath Salts? People enhanced by Amethystine's Sex Drugs?"

"Nothing except my croc, which is now down there," Jay said.

Frysco figured this was going to be some kind of diversion trick. He looked behind him, half expecting there to be someone else sneaking up on him with a rag of chloroform or something blunt to knock him unconscious with. Surprisingly, there was nobody. He looked back at the human and the cat in the play structure to find them there.

"Well what're you doing in here, then?" Tyla asked.

"I've been seeing lights on, and the employees only door was open. Someone's doing something in here, and I think I've found the thugs."

"Look, just name your price," Tyla said, "We'll show that we're not doing anything. Honest, everything was like this when we came in. We thought maybe Pawpy got himself trapped, so we can in here, and found that it was surprisingly full. I mean..."

He was interrupted when the lights suddenly popped on, making the area look a lot less shadowy.

"That," Jay said, "See? The lights turn on. That's what Pawpy came in here to investigate. And then there was someone else in here at night - I saw them last night. It looked kind of like a green and yellow thing."

"You sure that's not him?" Tyla asked.

"Oh I'm plenty sure. See?" Jay held up his phone and showed the cat a picture of something.

"Yeah, that's definitely not him," Tyla looked back at Frysco and then at the phone.

"And what is it you saw in here?" Frysco asked.

"Best show him, maybe he knows," Tyla said.

Both the human and the cat climbed off the play-structure, making a bit of a splashing noise as their feet entered the shallow water. Jay stopped under the play structure to pick up a large black croc shoe that had been floating on the surface.

Frysco could see that both the human and the cat had their pants rolled up and no footwear of any kind, except for the human with his soft pink skin. He carried both his wet crocs with him to where Frysco was standing and set them down.

"See, this is what I saw," Jay said, pulling his phone out and bringing up a picture. While Frysco could see that it was a rather low quality pic, he could see something that looked a bit avian, not unlike himself.

It looked most comparable to a gryphon, but it was definitely nothing like the gryphons that he knew. He could see that this avian creature was yellowy with a green bottom half, and rather leathery wings. However, the most startling thing about it was that it looked so fake. like a bad prop from a cheap horror movie.

"You saw this thing in here?" Frysco asked, "How do you know people weren't just playing a joke and inflating pool toys for people like you to find?"

"It was moving! I saw it with my own eyes! Seriously, ask Con, he saw it too...where'd he go again?" Jay asked Tyla.

"Uh, I don't know," Tyla answered, "He went off on his own."

Meanwhile, Con had walked up to the manor's second floor, where some of its slides were. The red gryphon had heard something up here earlier, not just the pumps supplying water to the slides. As tempted as he felt to slide down a few of them, he knew better than that. It was probably dangerous, the pools might have been underfilled.

He scratched an itch around his fluff and looked around again. Was he just imagining it? He thought he saw something too, but it could have been his imagination. How could a gryphon with eagle eyes like himself mistake movement? He checked up and down other slides, looking down a few foolishly.

"Hm, guess I just imagined it...still no sign of Pawpy," he thought to himself.

His ears twitched again, as he heard something behind him. The gryphon turned around and then his eyes caught something. His beak opened up - it looked like that thing he had seen the night before. Something that looked a bit like a chicken lizard cross.

"Look into my eyes," The creature squeaked, and Con found his eyes dragged to the chicken-like creature's painted on eyes. The second he locked eyes with the pool toy, he felt surprisingly calm. Suddenly, he felt a strange buzz spread through his body.

Con tried to look away, only finding that he felt surprisingly stiff. He looked around at his body and gasped. Right where his stomach should have been was something that looked like a valve. Not like those you would see on a pool toy. He tried to pull it off, only to feel his own flesh being tugged with it.

After a few more tugs, his talon seemed to squeeze down, fingers sliding right off. He tried a few more times, only he couldn't get a grip on his valve. He then gasped once more - his smooth gryphon fluff was seemingly vanishing! He poked his thighs and heard a squeaking noise.

He still continued to feel stiffer still. He tried more and more to move, looking at the cockatrice once more. It only looked at him, as the stiffness continued to spread. There was an odd feeling at his sides...like someone was pinching him all the way up his body.

The gryphon let out a bit of a squwk, only to be silenced as his beak snapped shut. He blinked one more time, before he felt all control of his eyes receding. He tried as hard as he could to move, but the gryphon seemed paralyzed.

The creature then smiled, walking over to the gryphon and poking him a bit. He felt himself falling on his back, and there was nothing he could do to stop it! Con felt the back of his head collide with the top of the side tube, only for nothing to happen. He heard a "Squeak" noise, felt his beak get pushed to his chest, but it wasn't painful at all.

Con felt his back touch the cool water as he drifted down to the water, neck snapping back into place. It felt disturbingly refreshing. He could still hear the sound of the water gushing past him. He could only look up at the ceiling. Then, he heard a squeaking noise, and felt himself getting pushed head-first down the slide.

But he still couldn't move. He tried to squawk for help, only his beak wouldn't answer. What the heck was happening to him? What did that strange chicken thing do? He could only watch the top of the tube as he descended down the slide, somewhat more slowly than he would have had he still been flesh, bone, and fluff.

"Did you hear that?" Jay asked, "I think I heard Con squawk!"

"It came from up there!" Tyla said.

The two bolted off to the stairs. Frysco didn't even bother to follow them. He did hear a squawk not unlike that of an avian, but still he couldn't help but wonder if these two were simply mad. Some part of him also wondered if they snuck in and were doing bad things. Either way, he figured it was a better idea to just call the police.

Frysco took out his own Phone and dialed a number. However, he heard a weird noise from his phone. He tried again, only to receive the same message. The gryphon squinted at it...what? He had no reception. That was strange.

The rainbow gryphon wandered around a few times, trying to get some kind of signal. That's weird, why wasn't his phone working? Was there something that was jamming the signal of some kind? He tried to find some other place where he could get bars of reception.

His attention was turned towards a slide, when he spotted something moving. He noticed something that looked like a bit of red sliding out, and then floating on the water. Frysco stopped to look at it a bit more closely.

That's strange, it looked somewhat like a red gryphon pooltoy, floating on his back. He hadn't seen something like that before, rather, such amazing craftsmanship. Unfortunately, the pooltoy was floating in a deeper end of the pool, and the currents from the slide seemed to push him in further and further. No way he could grab that thing and look at it a little more without getting his clothes wet.

Another thought came to his head...were these people doing it with blow-up dolls? He shuddered a bit, just thinking about it. Maybe that's what the squawk was - he dropped his doll down a waterslide. Frysco turned around to head to the office. Maybe the phone in there was still working.

"Con? Cooooon?" Jay called.

"Did he fall down the slide, or something?" Tyla asked.

Jay looked over a window, giving him a better view of the pool. He could see something red inside there...that looked like their red gryphon friend inside the water. He glared a bit.

"Son of a bitch...what's he doing floating in the pool? We're trying to find where Pawpy went," Jay said.

He turned around and walked towards the stairs, climbing back down to head to the pool. Tyla looked at the pool again, squinting his eyes. No doubt about it - that was Con alright. This was no time to be playing.

Tyla could have sworn he heard a few squeaking noises from behind him. His ear twitched. He turned around and spotted something moving towards him. Tyla gasped - it looked just like the thing in Jay's picture! The chicken-like creature.

"Look into my eyes," The creature said, with a rather hollow sounding voice.

Tyla suddenly felt his eyes lock into the creature's painted eyes. A buzzing sensation spread through his body. He kept staring at the creature, ignoring this strange feeling. He was getting light-headed. Light as a feather, he felt. Was he breathing nitrous oxide or something?

Tyla still felt a strange compulsion to stare at this chicken-creature's eyes. He soon felt no will to move, weirdly enough. He took off his shirt, for some odd reason, and just tossed it aside. The cat put his hands to his side. His pants felt uncomfortable. But he had no compulsion to move his hands from his waist at all. He flattened his tail against his head.

Light as a feather, stiff as a board.

There was a small "pufft!" noise, as well as a strange hissing noise from the side of his right leg. His hands were numb, like they were stuffed into a mitten of some kind. A loud series of rips emitted from his legs, as he felt the air against his legs. He would have walked, but he couldn't move his legs. Until that was, he slipped both of his legs against him. He felt no compulsion to move otherwise.

His field of vision suddenly widened. It was like he was viewing the world in wide-screen, now. But with no bars on the top or the bottom. He could almost see directly to his left or his right. He now noticed that he wasn't blinking...or breathing. Soon, he fell onto his back, still staring at the ceiling.

Light as a feather, stiff as a board.

The cockatrice chuckled to himself, admiring his handiwork.

"You'll make a nice nest for me," he said to the air mattress, "Don't go anywhere now, you hear?"

Of course the cat couldn't respond. After all, air mattresses couldn't move.

Jay kept meandering around the lower level. It was a bit too silent. What on earth was that gryphon doing? No matter how many times he called out to the gryphon, Con didn't seem to answer. He cursed that he didn't bring his swimsuit, but after all, who would have?

He heard some squeaking, but he didn't think much of it. Eventually, con seemed to float near a wall by the diving area. Wanting to keep himself from getting wet, Jay walked over there, somewhat faster than normal. Even if the floor was nearly bone dry, he still didn't want to risk slipping on it.

Jay walked over to the gryphon and reached out to poke him. He nearly gasped as his hand touched vinyl, and sank in a bit. He reached out and grabbed the pooltoy, pulling it out. In his hands looked to be a perfectly rendered and life-sized pooltoy of Con Badger.

"Weird," Jay said, poking it a few times, feeling over its inflated wings, made up of a bunch of tubes stuck together. He squeaked the gryphon a few times, before hugging it. It then dawned on him that he just hugged a pool toy, and now his arms were wet.

If only Con could tell him to keep on hugging him and squeaking him. But alas, he couldn't move his beak. As far as he knew, he was a prisoner in his own body. But now that he could feel himself being squeezed, it dawned on him. That...thing had turned him into a pool toy.

And it probably would do so as well, if only he could warn Jay to get out. Jay simply stood the gryphon against the wall, and looked around.

"You look just like Con," Jay said, "I should show this to him...Hello? Cooon?"

If only Con could speak. He would have told Jay what happened. But he also would have told Jay about the chicken-beast he saw in the very direction that Jay was headed. Jay didn't seem to notice him.

"Look into my eyes," the creature said.

"What? Who's that?" Jay asked.

"Just look. I'm right here."

Jay looked in the direction of the voice, and immediately his eyes made contact with the cockatrice. He seemed to feel himself falling into some kind of trance.

"Hm...that won't do," the cockatrice said. He smiled, possible due to his vinyly beak. Humans did make for pool pool toys. So he would simply change him.

Jay felt something poke out the side of his left thigh. He somehow pulled himself away from the creature's gaze and looked down there. There was a small bulge there. He reached into his pants and felt it, then his eyes widened. It was a pool toy valve.

"What the fuck?" Jay asked, looking at the cockatrice. He was forced to stare at the pool toy's eyes a few more times, before he pulled himself away. Strange, his hands felt a tad weird. his pants seemed to squeeze in on his hand. He pulled it out, and gasped. What used to be his hand looked like some kind of brown mitten - it was a hoof! He tried to manipulate his fingers only to find he didn't have any.

"C-Con! Tyla! Help!" Jay shouted, not bothering to look back at the cockatrice. He tried to run away, ignoring safety before he seemed to bounce a bit. Jay looked down at his feet, noticing that just like his hands, they too were brown hooves, connected to yellow vinyl. His clothes tightened surprisingly. Moving was even more and more uncomfortable.

His clothes fell apart, remnants of his pants falling ot his feet as his body expanded. There was a popping sensation at his back. He reached behind with one of his hooves, only to feel something hard. Handles! Just like a pool toy.

"Mister gryphon! Help! I'm being turned into a-"

He was interrupted by his mouth stiffening, forming a grin. His lips pulled against his mouth. He reached up and felt over his strange head. Jay spotted something inside his field of vision. It looked like a muzzle! Almost as if on cue, his head suddenly shot up - and his hooves felt against his neck. It was huge!

But then, he felt his arms and legs suddenly shortening. His legs cracked at a 90 degree angle, and his arms bent forward a bit. Almost like a quadrupedal creature. He felt himself falling to all fours, but he still looked forward. He could feel a tail poke out of what was left of his rump, as well as a few other poking feelings around his ears and head. He couldn't move after that, not even make any noise, only look forward. He wished he knew what happened, until it hit him.

No wonder that pool toy looked like Con...it was him!

No matter how many times Frysco tried to dial something on the old fashioned phone, he had no signal. Cursing himself, he hung up the phone for the last time. Neither of these three madmen had tried to do anything to him. He couldn't help but wonder what was going on.

He heard some shouting from outside the office. Were these guys still doing it? As far as Frysco knew, he snuck into some kind of trespassing fetish-meet. He poked his head out of the door, looking over the rest of the indoor water park.

That's strange. He spotted something that looked weird. Some kind of large necked creature. Frysco walked over and inspected the creature. Strange, it was a pooltoy giraffe, with a very goofy looking grin on his face. Frysco inspected the creature a few times.

"Well, this isn't a sex doll," he thought to himself. The rest of the building was eerily silent again. Apart from a bit of squeaking far-off. What the heck had he gotten himself into? He figured it was a good idea to get his beautifully-coloured arse out. Maybe he could get a signal outside.

Frysco walked back towards the room with the machinery to the door he entered. The door had been fully closed, and the block of wood had been kicked aside. Oh, of course - he must have done that when he entered. He tried to pull on the door, only for it to remain stuck.

He tried a few more times, before just banging on it in frustration. Did it get stuck from that side? Damn it. There had to have been another escape of some kind. Maybe he could knock a door open and then call the police when he had reception.

Frysco walked out of the machinery room back to the main park. Strange, that giraffe wasn't there anymore. Instead, he could see something different...something that had the head of a chicken, moving a deflated sac of yellow and brown-spotted vinyl off somewhere. It looked around at him.

Frysco didn't even look at the thing - what the hell was this? A living pool toy? He ran for one of the exits and tried to knock it open. Strange, locked. He banged a few times, not even caring that nobody was around to see him.

"There's no escape, you know. Just look into my eyes...it'll be less painful."

Look into his eyes...was it a cockatrice? A pooltoy cockatrice! Frysco had heard of cockatrices before, the kind of creatures whose gaze would turn people into solid stone. He kept his back to the cockatrice, looking at its reflection. Thankfully, seeing a reflection of a cockatrice wouldn't turn you to stone.

"Just look over at me," the creature said.

Frysco didn't budge. The creature walked closer and closer. He was ready to pop it. Before he could turn around and swipe at the creature with his talons, it seemed to hop up. Somewhat slowly, it landed on his head, squeezing its vinyly and air-filled head, crest and all, in between Frysco and the door.

The cockatrice's beak squished in against the rainbow gryphon's own beak. He could see it - the cockatrice's painted-on eyes! His own widened, and then he squeezeed them shut. He felt some bit of a compulsion to look back, only he managed to resist it. He must not have looked at it enough - he should be a mindless inert statue right about now!

But at the same time he wasn't. He stumbled back, and fell down on his rump, feathers splaying a bit on the ground. He still kept his eyes closed, and felt the pooltoy cockatrice standing on his head. He still felt a strange feeling spread...was he going to be gradually turned into a statue?

"You're still doomed, you know," The voice said in front of him. He felt the vinyly creature hop off of his head. Frysco felt something poking around his navel. He reached for it, and felt something hard. A valve! Just like a pooltoy!

Instinctively, he opened his eyes, and gasped. His feathers started to look weird. He could hear a hissing noise coming from inside him. Was this cockatrice going to turn him into a pooltoy? When he felt over his stomach and felt a vinyly spread, rather than his normal feathers, he got his answer.

He was turning into a pooltoy! He stood up, looking for where that cockatrice was. Maybe if he popped this creature, he could undo all of his foul magics. The cockatrice just gazed at him. For a moment, his gaze met the pooltoy's, but then he shook his head to clear that compulsion to stare into the creature's eyes and let all of his cares vanish.

Frysco tried to grasp the creature in his talons to pop it. but why was he moving so slowly? He tried to reach the cockatrice, but he simply walked away. It was taking more and more effort to move by the second. His heartbeat was slowing, and trying to force him to calm. But he should have been pumped full of adrenaline.

Then it dawned on him... pool toys didn't have adrenaline. Or hearts. They never needed to breathe.

"Hold still!" He grunted, trying to reach the cockatrice. He His voice was weak, lungs vanishing. made one final push with his stiff body before he grabbed the cockatrice. He managed to lift the smaller creature up, turning it away from him. Frysco gritted his beak and dug his claws into the cockatrice.

The only thing that happened was a loud squeaking noise. He tried it harder, before gasping. His hands had turned completely into vinyl! Frysco's legs seemed to lock up, tail feathers now flat ribbons of vinyl.

"Pop! curse you!" He said, squeezing the cockatrice harder.

"It's too late, toy," the pool toy cockatrice said, "You're an inflatable toy."

Frysco's fingers splayed, dropping the pool toy cockatrice to the ground with a squeak. He tried to move his arms, only for them to not respond. They snapped back to his side, elbows bending. It was like he was being forced to hug something! By now, he wasn't breathing.

He was fully a pool toy through and through. Frysco continued to struggle against the rigid feeling spreading across his body, but nothing happened. He attempted to flap his wings again, only for nothing to happen. They had already been fully spread, and he couldn't move them.

The gryphon felt completely rigid, as his beak sealed shut. He couldn't blink anymore. All he could do now was just stand there, looking forward for people to hug. But he was still aware. Was this was it was like to be turned into an inanimate object? He half expected himself to fall completely inert, as he was turned into something with no mind.

The cockatrice giggled a bit, as he felt something around his stomach. As weird as it felt, he could feel something like his belly button being unplugged. It was the weirdest sensation. But then, his vinyly ears could pick up a hissing noise. He started to see his field of vision lowering.

He would have asked this pooltoy cockatrice what he was doing, but vinyly beaks couldn't move. It was the weirdest sensation in the world. He could feel his legs compressing down, vinyl folding up.

Suddenly, Frysco felt weird. A strange wave of fatigue was washing over him. He tried to fight it as much as he could, but the more and more he appeared to melt into the floor, the stronger the fatigue sensation get.

He looked to be half of his size right now. Frysco stared at his reflection, trying to keep himself awake still. The first thing he could think of was the climax of the movie "Wizard of Oz" where the wicked witch of the west begun to melt. But he could still feel his feet, folding up under his shorts. They had stayed normal, and right now looked like pants.

As soon as they begun to fold up on the floor, with his falling body, he had to struggle to stay awake. He couldn't yawn, either. He focused on his reflection as fast as he could. His wings begun to droop, folding forwards. Almost like a wing self-hug. It was becoming harder and harder to stay awake still.

A few minutes later, the rainbow gryphon could fight it no more, and slipped into unconsciousness, as the last traces of air left his body. He fell into a dreamless endless sleep. Until he was reinflated.

The pool toy cockatrice giggled and grabbed the end of the rainbow gryphon with his beak. The last of his intruders were caught. He dragged the gryphon off to his den inside the water park. Nobody else could see it, at least, nobody else who could speak, that is. The gryphon's shorts remained on the ground, to be cleaned up later.

He placed the folded up sac of vinyl on the floor, at the feet of a black and yellow Anubian jackal, the one who had walked in a few days ago. Maybe he'll reinflate the rainbow gryphon toy up sooner or later. For now, he had to take that empty giraffe in.

Next to the rainbow gryphon was a sac of a red gryphon toy. In the middle of the room, lied an inflatable mattress that used to be a cat, now serving as a bed for the creature. Behind the bed lay two more intruders - an inflatable alligator, and a female song dragon.

They would not be the first victims of the pool toy cockatrice, nor would they be the last. Until a few more people wandered in, looking for the fate of those who had been turned into pool toys. Who knew when they would be saved? There may have been cures for people turned into stone statues, but not for those turned into pool toys.