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Description: Greg's endurance is tested. Svetlana's anger gets the better of her. An unethical approach provides a big opportunity.

***Part 2 < Current chapter > Part 4***

A Dream of Dolphins: First Taste

Tomorrow came faster than any of them realized. Greg rushed out of his home, wearing the same clothes as yesterday thanks to Arrow's delayed barks. That fluffy bastard slept in, and as such Greg arrived at his work a little later than he intended.

Svetlana met him on the corridor, where he swore he would make up for the half hour he wasted. Miraculously, she agreed. If anything got that stubborn girl down, it was the sight of a feral dolphin. Even now Svetlana was hardly enthusiastic about making first contact with her pet. It took two cups of coffee, a burger, and a long time of persuasion before she even stepped inside the female's tank.

And the results weren't pleasant. Wild and feisty, the dolphin toyed with her human invader in ways that ticked Svetlana's temper worse than any ordinary douchebag.

“Bah, that's enough!" she raged as she crawled out of the water. “I'm done with that fucking bitch. I'm gonna get serious bruises around my breasts and I don't want my boyfriend to get into trouble because of this fucking dolphin."

“Relax."

“Don't tell me that if you want to keep your balls where they are."

“Ok, that sounds rough, but we're on a strict deadline here and-“

“Fuck your deadline, and fuck you! I'm not going inside that tank, and if you think you can force me to crawl back in, you're in a world of pain, sweetheart."

Greg frowned. Sweetheart? He never heard her say that before.

“Ok. I understand. Let's both take a deep breath and evaluate this situation, alright? We have a problem on our hands, and the time to solve it."

“Try then. You won't solve shit with these brainless beasts."

Greg crouched, still keeping a sizable distance away from Svetlana. “What if we switch them?"

“Wha?"

Greg waved a quick sign into the air. “You go into A, I got into B. I take the female, you take the male."

“How does that make a difference?"

“I don't know if it will, but at least we're trying," he pushed himself up. “You wanna try that? You know what they say about males and females…"

“Yeah, that I'm gonna punch your head off your shoulders if that beast shoves his nose into my cunt."

Greg tried his hardest not to laugh. “You…know what? Don't worry about that. It's not like you have balls down there to get abused like I did."

“Got these though," she grabbed her breasts. “Think your baby is going to poke my melons? Because if he does…"

“I know, I know, I'll get a foot up my crotch. So, wanna give this a shot or not?"

Svetlana took a while to consider, but she ultimately agreed with one condition.

“You're coming with me. If that bastard tries anything funny, you'll jump in there and restrain him."

“Hope it won't be needed, but ok. Let's see if he's up to his ordinary tricks."

Svetlana dived into the pool, and the dolphin was quick to swim towards her. She froze stiffly as he inspected her from every angle. He was rather methodical, rubbing along her legs, poking between them, seeing if she carried anything upon her. When he was satisfied, he emitted a sharp whistle and surged to the other side of the pool.

“The fuck was that?"

“I think he wants to play with you," Greg pointed at the male who began swimming in circles around her.

“What the fuck do I do? Tell me!"

“Swim around for a bit. Let him see you aren't scared of his presence."

“Gah. Insufferable creature. Alright you cunt, c'mere. Let me touch that pretty fin of yours."

The dolphin miraculously obeyed, allowing Svetlana to get her hands wherever she wanted.

“Whoa. I think he likes me," she chuckled happily as she rubbed his back. “You're sweet and nice. A dolphin with manners, unlike that bitch in the other tank."

The male agreed with a cackling sound. Svetlana too laughed. She turned towards Greg and waved him away without a care in the world.

“You sure about that?"

“I'm handling him alright, aren't I?"

Greg squinted his eyes. That word gave him the naughty kind of ideas. “Can you…maybe…you know, touch his slit?"

She paled at that. “No way."

“We have to collect his seed though. Andy wanted us to-“

“No fucking way. Got that? I'm not mishandling his junk. Go to your bitch and fuck her for all I care. Just leave me alone to bond with him. Just go, you fucking perverted freak!"

Her ranting always left a bitter taste in Greg's mouth. It seemed unfair how someone so lazy had the last say in everything.

“Lucky skank," he muttered silently. “That dolphin should have been mine. I went in there first. Me! Not you! You were too busy trembling on the edge while I took the first dive. What a freaking…gah...I shouldn't bother. That's right. Better show her I can handle her female. Wouldn't that burn her ranty ass?"

With his mind made up, Greg dipped his feet into the female's tank.

“Hey there, beauty. You're feeling eager for a swim? Curious to see if Mr Otter can outrace you in a fun contest of speed?"

No reaction.

Greg dived inside the cold water. He liked being inside this element. His fur preserved a good measure of heat, and his agile tail was excellent at propelling him forward with the help of his webbed toes. He swam around the shy female, showing her he wasn't a threat by swimming on his back or playing in the water.

Eventually, she approached, though not in the way Greg expected.

“H-hey," he gently grabbed around the female's insistent head. “Don't do that. Come on girl, there's nothing to see there!"

But it was. The bulge hidden behind his blue speedos grabbed the female's interest. She worked the tip of her snout around it, then poked, stirring Greg's embarrassment in ways he couldn't expect before.

“Get…away," he pushed. The female just prodded harder, reminding him how sensitive his balls were.

“Ffffine. I'll go."

Greg put a burst of speed, but the female was right on his tail. She swam underneath him, rubbing her body along his crotch, following along with the entirety of her dorsal fin. Her tail came in last, sliding its elegant tip right along the opening of his sheath.

Greg gritted his jaws. Pleasurable feelings froze him in place long enough for the female to turn upside down and poke her nose into his crotch.

She wanted him. All of him. And in a moment of stupidity and utter weakness, Greg slid his speedos down, exposing his gender bare.

The female was ecstatic. She first tried to roll his sheath back, and to her delight, a pink reward greeted her nose. Greg shivered. He never had a dolphin touch his cock like this. The female poked his tip twice, then followed along to his balls, where she inspected the sack with gentle nuzzles.

Greg climbed onto the surface to breathe. The dolphin followed him. She blew used air from her blowhole, then dived back in, using her flippers to stabilize her balance while she nudged around the otter's hardening cock. The steamy session from last night washed every coherent thought away. Greg remembered the heat. The quick beats of his frenzied heart. The sheltering warmth of the male's cum flooded slit. He may not have been here right now, yet the differences between genders were minuscule in dolphins, and even a peek of her slit got Greg more worked up than any amount of rubbing he did with his hands.

“Alright…" he muttered softly. “I'll show it to you if you promise to swim away. Deal?"

She kept nosing and nuzzling, enthralled by the pink flesh that emerged out of the brown furred sheath. Greg had a tough choice on his hands. He could either satisfy the female's curiosity and subsequently earn her benevolence, or shoo her away and risk her ire.

“Just a quick peek, alright?" he grabbed his sheath. “No more touching."

He slowly rolled it back, exposing his head inch by inch until his full length stood bare.

The female slid under his cock.

“Nnnno…ghhh…" Greg groaned as her smooth, lovely snout resumed its ministration. “Maybe…maybe I can allow a bit of touching. Gah, that feels so good…"

She wasn't only gentle, but quite skilled as well, never lingering in a single place for too long. Two types of moves hid in her arsenal. She had a simple sliding motion that caressed Greg's member, and a prodding one with which she repeatedly pushed his sheath back.

Combined together with the wild fantasies rampaging through his heat, those simple nudges soon turned dangerous. Greg's hands grabbed onto the dolphin's flippers, pushing her harder against him.

“You're…gah, so good. You're gonna make me cum…I'm…weak. Too weak," he gritted his teeth to muffle his upcoming groan.

He was going to cum, and there was no stopping to the overwhelming pleasure building up inside him. Greg closed his eyes, treating his teasy dolphin with caressing rubs as his pleasure ascended further and further, up until his member turned harder than stone.

Greg's body seized up, and with a hard spasm of his crotch, he unleashed his first jet of milky seed through the water. The female drew her snout back, confused by the dancing serpent that split into many smaller shapes.

Greg pushed out another spurt, then another, pelting her curious snout. She resumed her delightful treatment, stirring his cock with her rubs and pounding his crotch whenever he grabbed onto her flippers.

“Graaaah!" A loud scream came from the other side of the room.

Greg blinked. Was that real? His head swam with debilitating mixtures of overwhelming bliss.

“Greg. Greeeeg! He's- He's pushing down my-“

Another scream followed, and Greg gritted his teeth, forcing out his seed with another drawn out spasm.

“GREG! HE'S GONNA FUCKING RAPE ME!"

But Greg couldn't answer, for he was too busy ejaculating his semen into the water. Cumming was his only goal. Sharing his seed with the female rubbing at his spasming shaft.

“I'm…I'm comiiing!" he yelled out with a strained voice as he grabbed his cock, pounding his erection and forcing his last spurts to heave out of his sack.

“Ghaaaaah! He's pinned me to the wall. I can feel his…Greg, he's fucking raping me!"

The haze dispersed in a flash, replaced by the thrill of a looming threat. Greg jumped out of his tank, messy as he was, then delved straight towards the horny dolphin. He had Svetlana pinned against the wall with his flippers while his crooked member thrust towards her exposed ass.

Greg didn't wrestle the dolphin off her. He just grabbed his cock with both hands, squeezing and thrusting against the animal's shivering slit.

The male erupted into a cloud of arousal. Strong jets pumped through his flesh, driving like arrows into the water, then bloating and expanding into cloud-like formations.

As soon as the dolphin was finished, Greg scrambled onto dry land. Svetlana shivered. Her eyes were stuck to the ground, and she refused to answer until Greg touched her shoulder.

She jerked back violently.

“He's…he's…"

“He's in the water, yes. You ok?"

“I'm…you think I'm ok? After that?!" she threw a punch that hit Greg straight in the chest.

“Ghah!" he stumbled back.

“Fuck you! It's your fucking fault. Oh, let's switch dolphins. Gonna be a wonderful idea to put a woman in a horny monster's tank. I'm not going back in there, hear me? You'll have to drug me, beat me, tie me, or come here with a fucking wizard if you think I'll go back to our stupid program."

“Sveta," Greg said calmly.

“What? What do you want? What the fuck do you want?!"

“He came."

“What?" she asked, dumbstruck.

“I managed to get hold of his cock, and he came inside the pool. You're unharmed."

“I…" she gritted her jaws. “He almost entered me. Where the fuck were you when I called? Where were you when he ripped my underwear to shreds?"

“I was in the other tank."

“Busy bonding with that bitch, yeah," Svetlana scoffed. “Just go away. I don't want to see your ugly face for at least a couple of hours."

“I will," Greg turned to leave. “But please think on what we achieved. I grabbed that dolphin, and he came. If we can get hold of his cock on dry land and collect his seed, our job will be done. We can tell Andy whatever he wants to hear. He won't care."

“I don't care either."

“What if-“

“Just get the fuck out before I punch you."

Greg went to the female's tank, his hopes diluted just like the seed he previously spilled. He couldn't do this on his own. Hopefully Svetlana would regain her wits. She always did.

Only after the sun settled she felt in the mood to talk. Greg persuaded her of his plight all over again. Svetlana nodded her way through the entire conversation, leaving him as bare handed as he was before right until the end, when she had one of her rare moments of brilliance.

“The glove."

“What glove?" Greg asked.

“I knew a guy who used an underwater glove to stimulate males. Works with shocks or some crap like that. I think I can get hold of it."

“Now?"

“When else, bitch?" Svetlana smiled.

Greg didn't think her capable enough to score a gadget like that, but she returned bearing some weird rubber glove surrounded by thin strands of metal, like some sort of flimsy chain mail.

“Neat. How does it work?"

“There's batteries in this compartment," she opened a zipper to reveal the contents. “All you have to do is get this thing on your hand and hit the only button available."

Greg inspected the glove, then sighed. “I don't see it."

“Cause it's inside, smartass. Believe me, you'll feel it when you put it on. Try it."

“Psh…I really don't think this is gonna work, but ok."

He stood on the edge of the male's tank, more scared than he was when he first walked through the doors of this fine establishment. Was that antique piece of equipment really going to work? There was only one way to find out.

Greg plunged into the water. The dolphin came to him, just like last time, intent on showing who was the owner of this aquatic space. Greg slid right underneath him, placing the glove onto his belly and firing up that button. Prickling tingles raced along his arm. The dolphin froze for a moment, then started thrusting fiercely into bare water.

Greg slid the glove closer to his slit. He noticed a cloudy line entrapped inside the dolphin's slit. When he tried inserting a finger, the dolphin thrust again. His erection burst forth along with an explosion of thick, cloudy formations. That was cum. The dolphin came inside his slit!

Greg didn't waste any time in taking hold of his member. Once his grip was secured, he squeezed the dolphin hard, allowing the glove's tender shocks to do the rest of the deed. He felt the dolphin's muscles pounding underneath the rubber material. He really pushed his seed hard, proven by the spurts shooting into the water. As horny as he was, the male only lasted for six spurts.

Greg drew his arm back and watched the male's reaction. He seemed confused by his sudden release, bewildered with what caused it. He looked at Greg, then swam towards the opposite side, reluctant to approach again.

Greg climbed out. He didn't feel victorious at all, and Svetlana's laughter annoyed him more than he wanted to admit.

“Haha, that bastard got what he deserved. See how it is to get raped, bitch!"

“Hey," Greg grabbed her arm. “No need for that. We did what we set out to do."

“Damn right," Svetlana jerked herself free. “I don't need you to hold a lecture for me. I know what you're thinking. Poor beast got mistreated or injured. Guess what. I don't give a fuck."

Greg took his glove off. “Maybe not, but we shouldn't be too hasty in using this damn thing. We don't know how it affects the dolphin."

“It works. What else do you want? A diploma in aquatic science?"

“We don't know HOW it works," Greg hissed. “This old piece of junk numbed my arm. How do we tell Greg his dolphin is receptive if he can't even get his cock up when the time to breed comes?"

“Don't know. Don't care. That's your job."

“Hey!"

She was still leaving. Greg caught up once they were on the ground level. “What's your problem?"

“You know what. Just fuck off."

“No. I'm not leaving until you get off whatever ticked you off. Come on. Out with it."

Svetlana sighed. She tidied her hair, pursed her lips, then turned around. “Fine. I'll take it out, you stupid idiot. That dolphin raped me, alright? He might not have stuck it in or cum inside me, but he still tried, and for that I have no mercy. I don't care what the fuck happens to him. He's good? Fine. He's dead? Also fine. I. Just. Don't. Care."

“So what? We're just going to tell Andy we quit?"

“No," Svetlana crossed her arms. “We're gonna tell him we succeeded. Tomorrow we'll prep these two jokers and do whatever it takes to do that stupid breeding. You'll take your seed sample, I'll get my pay, everybody's happy."

Greg started shaking his head. “We're not ready for that. They don't even acknowledge us as their equals!"

“I don't give a fuck. We're doing it. And if you're too much of a pussy, I'll get one of my pals. See how the hands of a brute work on your stupid, sensitive dolphins."

Svetlana left, leaving the shocked Greg behind. How could she be so heartless? Why? Those were answers that would haunt him for a long while. Left alone with only the occasional whistle to disturb the eerie silence, Greg put on his clothes and ran back home.

Even there, with his dog's warmth to comfort him, he felt like something was missing. Was it his courage? He could have snapped back at Svetlana. No. It was fear. Fear of the unknown. Fear that this project would turn to ruins and drag him under the rubble.

“I need a break, puppy."

Arrow whimpered, visibly upset with his decision to move from such a comfortable position.

“I said I need a break!" Greg shoved the lazy dog to the side. “Learn to move your butt when I say so!"

He immediately regretted those words. Alone, trapped within the walls of the bathroom, he felt more isolated and miserable than he ever did in his life.

Greg pulled down his pants, then grabbed his cock. He stroke himself fast within his sheath, stoking his heat until his seed broke loose. He licked and swallowed through the air like a starving beast, yet his ropes were thin and weak. Not a single drop of cum graced his tongue.

“Fuck!" Greg hissed, pounding his seed coated sheath long after his climax subdued. “Ffffuuuuck. That was the worst orgasm I had. It was shit!" he got onto his legs and flung whatever remains he had on his hand into the sink. “I'll have to wait days before I recharge. Days! Gaaaaah!"

There was scratching and barking at the door. Greg opened it to find Arrow on his haunches, eyes glimmering with concern.

“I'm a bit angry, puppy. I'm…I'm fine. Go back to bed."

His nostrils showed heightened interest in the sticky substance covering his privates. Greg grabbed his head just in time, allowing his long tongue to catch bare air instead of a taste of his life giving essence.

“Don't. Please. It's…it's forbidden, alright? You're not allowed to lick me there, understand?"

Arrow tilted his head. He seemed to understand. Or at least gave the impression to.

Greg ruffled his neck. “C'mon. Go to the bed. I'll join you shortly."

He went back inside the bathroom to look in the mirror and ponder his choices. He sent Arrow away. Not only that, but he forbade him to groom his private place. Many people put their pets in place when they showed curiosity in the genital areas, but Greg always had an open relationship with his dog. He disliked restrictions, especially when they got in the way of true happiness.

“Fuck…I'm turning into a mean, grumpy bastard. The heck is wrong with me?" he whispered to the mirror.

Only a slight frown answered back.

When he came out, Greg jumped straight into bed. He ran a hand through his dog's fur, keeping a relaxed demeanor even when Arrow turned around to sniff his messy crotch.

Greg winced softly when a warm, lovely tongue slid around his sheath. With long, calming licks, Arrow cleaned the lines of semen from his equipment. Greg even pulled his sheath back to show his dog how much he trusted him. Arrow was ecstatic. He slurped the juices from his cock, drawing soft gasps with every flick of his tongue.

“That feels…ohh, feels good. You're so careful. So loving…"

Greg grabbed the dog's head, giving him a long, love filled kiss.

“I'm sorry. I won't be mean to you ever again. I promise that."

Arrow wagged his tail. He pushed his muzzle into his neck, his paws falling on either side of his head. Greg sighed happily as he hugged the fluffy beast to his chest. This day might have been shitty, but at least it had a happy ending.

***End of Part 3***

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