Planet Ocean
Every Planet Needs a Name: Humans named their planet Dirt. Earth or Terra, same thing. What would a water-world be named that only had enough land on it for spawning, like the Salmon do. Perhaps Ocean?
The migration had ended, the shoal had reached the mountains at the southern pole. It was time for the larva to spawn. The TheoPhorz only mated in their birth pond and the shoal that would spawn Vhim was there. The Ish, the Ma and the El had expended a great deal of effort, genetically mandated though it was, to get to where their present location.
Almost immediately the males, the Ish began fighting each other. The strongest would take first pick from the Mas of the entire shoal. The less proficient Ish would get sloppy seconds, then thirds, then fourths until there were no Mas left. Great Flashing Strobes of blinding Iridescence illuminated the waters. Multi-chromatic flares challenged opponents who responded with whip-like primary tentacles that sparkled and gleamed. The primary objective was to overcome their opponent. The secondary objective was to do it with style and class so as to impress the Ma.
The Ma gathered near to the fighting males. They were attracted to the display of male prowess and surrounded or englobed the combatants to get a better view. The contest awakened sexual desire in the Ma. They were erotically aroused and became carnally excited while shivering, coruscating, and scintillating themselves. While the Ish fought on the Ma observed them while they primped, preened and groomed themselves with the intent of being the first chosen when the fighting was done.
The androgynous El, the third sex that was neither male nor female, were bored. Their part would come later. In the meantime they checked the pool meticulously for snacks. Anything organic would do, Ish body parts ripped off and tossed away by the combatants were tasty treats.
Eventually in every contest, one of the fighting Ish dominated the other. The subjugated one swam away, in search of another opponent, if it was able to do so. If it was unable to swim away the El ate them. The Ma were only receptive to winners. The Ish had to win a fight in order to mate otherwise they died and were eaten by the El.
It so happened that Vhis progenitor won the first bout and found itself entitled to as many females as it could handle. It selected a few and escorted them away from the fighting arena to the breeding pools . An equivalent number of El’s followed in order to assure proper balance.

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