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Motivations of a Fishing Trip

Zaldrin could think of dozens of ways to destress after a hard week's work. Many people went out drinking, some would stay at home and watch TV or play video games, and some would go out with friends! No matter what people did, the goal was to relieve stress, to relax, and to recharge one's batteries after spending all their energy at work. Zaldrin avoided all of that. He would rather pack up the truck and disappear for the weekend at Tailfin Bay, where he could go fishing, alone.

At least, that's what he told his family and friends. As far as everyone else knew, he was going fishing because he liked being alone and found the serenity and solitude of Tailfin Bay to be the perfect way to recharge his spirit, body, and mind where things like social interaction and partying and even just staying at home would drain his energy. He was not fishing, however.

Sure, he brought all his tackle, his rods, his boat, and everything else with him to make it appear as though he was looking to catch something delicious and perhaps bring it home to enjoy a lovely meal, but he was not fishing. At least not in the traditional means. His trips out there started out as fishing trips, but after a few dozen visits he discovered something in the bay that enticed him to return.

On one of his first genuine fishing trips where he was out there on his own and without any of his buddies, he met up with one of the locals - a dolphin lass who quickly became his friend. While he was fishing, this dolphin female slid up next to his boat and begged for the fish he caught, so he gave it to her. She seemed cute and intelligent so he spent some time with her before going home. However, when he returned the following week she was there again, begging for the fish he caught.

Every week for the better part of a year he'd come fishing and she'd be there, waiting for him to feed her. She seemed incredibly intelligent and sociable so it only made sense that he gradually grew close to this dolphin and learned that she was amicable to intimacy.

What started as an innocent fishing trip morphed into that of a secret meetup with a local 'phin and eventually transformed into a weekly date between the two of them!

Which was exactly what Zaldrin was thinking about as he grabbed the helm of his boat and hoisted it out into the water. He was wearing his tropical button-up shirt and nothing else, for he knew that once he found his girl he wasn't going to need to be wearing pants. That, and it made no sense to bring his phone out on the water with him since the whole point of his weekly excursion was to get away from all the modern amenities of the world and enjoy the serenity of nature.

And the warmth of his dolphin companion. One could not ignore the allure of that.

By this point in his blossoming yet forbidden relationship, he didn't even bother bringing any of his fishing tackle or equipment with him out on the cove. All he brought with him in the boat were the oars and his plucky attitude. He knew she didn't need anything more than that, since the fish appeared to just be a way to link them; the dolphin had no problem catching her own food.

The moment the boat broke contact with the sand of the beaches, Zaldrin hopped in and grabbed both of the oars, quickly got into place, and started rowing. The bay was by no means large, but he was pretty strong and the oars had quite the berth so he picked up the pace pretty quickly. Within minutes, he found himself in the middle of Tailfin Bay, equally far from all the land around him.

Once he felt he was comfortably placed, he hoisted up one of the oars and tossed it to the back of the boat and used the other to lightly slap the water a few times, just like every other day. After he had done that, he tossed the second oar to the back of the boat and waited. That was all it took, even if sometimes he would have to slap a few more times and the waiting could take as much as an hour.

This was not one of the days wherein he suffered delays. Mere minutes after slapping the water and leaning over the side of the boat he was graced with the sound of splashing water and dolphin chirps coming into the bay from up north where the peninsulae nearly touched, thus creating the bay.

He spun and stood up with a smile on his face, eagerly watching as she crested the surface of the water with each joyful bound towards him. Her sleek body shot through the water like a bullet, her grace unmatched by any land dwelling creature or even flying beast. She arrived at the boat by diving deep and bursting into the air before doing a flip and diving back into the water with little more than a single drop of a splash bouncing off the water's surface.

Zaldrin's face immediately lit up and he leaned over the side of the boat once again to reach out, hand just below the water's surface where it waited for the female's touch. Moments later, he felt the dolphin's snout press up against his palm before poking her head out above the water next to the boat.

She chirped, she booped his snoot, she licked his face like a dog - decidedly uncharacteristic of a dolphin - and played with him a bit by giving him a high five with her fin before getting down to business. This was so far their usual routine, their usual ritual upon meeting; what came next would determine how their visit would go.

The pair of them had developed quite a relationship over the past year, so she didn't waste any time deciding what she wanted. She disappeared below the surface of the clear water, dove down deep, then banked around and shot out as high as she needed to flop onto the bow of the boat, effectively beaching herself in his vessel!

He had to rush to catch her so she didn't slide off the bow and back into the water. He did this by wrapping his arms around her and cradling her by her flippers while part of her head slipped over the edge of the boat and caught some water. Once she had come to a stop, she twisted her body a bit so that she was in a comfortable spot, rearing up a bit and dipping the small of her back so that her belly was on the wood of the boat but her chin and tail were both raised as she glanced back with a grin.

Much to Zaldrin's delight, her slit was fully exposed to him, the soft and rubbery flesh of her loins gently parted to show her bright peach coloured inner workings. Her lips were a bit puffy, which explained why she was so eager to jump right to the main event rather than focusing on any sort of play, be it foreplay or innocent and just for fun.

This was a little surprising for him, but he never minded when they got to skip the foreplay. He gave her a pat on the flank to get her to hoist herself up a bit higher before getting down onto his knees and using his forehead to keep her tail up high as his snout nuzzled just behind her slit.

She was a good girl and deserved the attention she so craved so Zaldrin wasted no time wrapping his hands around her backside to keep her steady as he pressed his lips to hers and gently eased his tongue into her. She clenched, she chirped and squeaked at him, and then she pushed her hind end down onto his snout and started grinding against his lips. This was exactly why he had to keep his hands wrapped tight around her tail end; had he been fondling herself or absentminded she would have slipped off the bow and back into the water - or worse, into the boat itself!

His hand position gave him enough control over her to start passionately making out with her, kissing and pecking and probing her slit with aplomb while sliding his palms around her sides so that he could pry her lips apart with each of his thumbs and create a v-shape with her slit.

The dolphin's skin was slippery, rubbery, and a bit slimy near her opening - she was clearly aroused - but it was her aroma that was quite pleasant to him. She, like all of her kind, had a mildly fishy scent, only unlike most dolphins she also had a secondary aura of tangy tropical fruits! She smelled less like a fish and more like a deliciously prepared dessert sushi!

It was an odd way to internally describe the pussy of a partner, but it was a special and unique kind of delight for Zaldrin. None on the land or air had quite the same aura, not even other dragons! The nature of his cetacean partner was equal parts novelty and passion, and her quirks made her even sexier as far as he was concerned. Nobody could or would understand, which was a large part of why he did these fishing trips solo instead of inviting friends.

And so he had one hell of a delicious lunch. He had to keep his palms tight to her sides, holding her in place as he felt her many muscles tensing up and relaxing against his palm under her rubbery skin, as she did her best to grind down on his muzzle and eagerly grab his tongue with her lips. She knew how to ride cock, she knew how to ride snout, and she knew how to get what she wanted.

Zaldrin was eagerly happy to give her exactly what she wanted because he wanted the same thing from her. Passion. Excitement. Unfettered lust! He leaned into her with such force he nearly knocked her over as he started to get rough with her slit, sucking those lips of hers and tasting her depths while occasionally even nibbling her flesh to see if she liked it when he got more aggressive.

She seemed to absolutely love it, as shown by her response to his impassioned kiss to her loins. Not only did she push herself down upon him with all her might, she wiggled and gyrated as best she could to ease her way onto his muzzle before clenching her loins and squeezing him tight, practically trapping his tongue inside her as its length lashed at her sleek depths.

As far as Zaldrin was concerned, this was the best part about dolphins and this female in particular. Dragons felt lovely with how hot their flesh was, canines had the pussy shape to knot better than anyone or anything else, Gryphons had so many vaginal features it was hard to keep track, and Horses were loose most of the time but had the muscle control to emulate a knot all mixed with body temperature to rival that of a dragon. So many pussies, so many options, but Dolphins were wholly unique in so many ways he had a hard time imagining many others could compare.

Especially when he had a partner as enthusiastic and intelligent as this girl.

The thing that made dolphin pussy so unique was that they had grip to rival any horse and the flesh itself was so smooth and velvety that it could bring him to climax in less than a minute if he let it. They had so much muscle control in their loins that some dolphins were known to actually grab things with their vulva, or they actually had been observed breaking off phallic-shaped coral while pleasuring themselves on it via masturbation. Furthermore, their temperature was cold by comparison - sure, they were warm-blooded mammals, but compared to a dragon their internal temperature was vastly different and exotic. The cool temperature hit him harder than another dragon may have.

Such thoughts and self-reflection gave him an idea. He had done this before but he had come to realize she needed to be in the lustiest of moods in order for it to work.

He was at first reluctant to slip out from under her - she had that tangy flavor he could enjoy for hours if the opportunity arose - but once he did he immediately sidled up next to her with her tail partially wrapped around his hip. His member had emerged from his sheath and was already at full mast with knot mostly inflated, ready for her as much as she was ready for it. However, he wasn't going to be going that route, at least not initially.

Zaldrin grabbed his cock with one hand and wrapped his arm around her with the other, using that side of him - his right side - to keep her tight against his waist as he used his cock tip to tease her.

She chirped and squeaked at him, nodding her head and grinning as she glanced back at him to eagerly encourage him. She even tried pushing down, forcing herself onto his cock only to be stopped by his powerful bicep hoisting her away.

Once she was up high enough, he used the lubrication from his own member and smeared it against her lower belly and slit, mixing it with her arousal to make her already slick body slimy with the combined fluids. From there, he went ahead and slipped his hand into her by converging all fingertips and his thumb into one. He rotated his wrist and gyrated until her flesh parted and she pushed down to swallow him with a pop! He had done it! He was inside her and the his glowing forearm was on the verge of slipping past her lips! If he did this right, the warmth from his inner glow would give her another one of those intense orgasms that could dislocate his wrist if he wasn't careful!

While entombed inside her, he was able to resist the force of her pussy clenching to ball his fist up and slide in a bit deeper, twisting his wrist to grind his knuckles against her walls. He could tell she loved this because she pushed back, clenched down harder, and did exactly as he feared by nearly popping his wrist joint out of place! Fortunately, he was expecting it and was able to flex and resist her, his motions matching hers and getting even more aggressive as he tried to slide deeper into her.

But this didn't last long. What started as a lovely game of who was stronger quickly escalated into something that ensured neither of them could hold back any longer. He had a mighty need to feel her cool, silken flesh around his cock and he knew she wanted to feel the heat of his member inside her. Knowing this, he let her contractions force him out - his balled up fist pleasuring her every bit of inner flesh on the way out - before having it pop out amidst a sloppy leaking of her cum. He then grabbed his cock with that same dolphin-soaked hand and forced himself into her, knot and all!

Just as expected, the pleasure was sharp, immediate, and intense beyond belief. He had already warmed her up with his tongue and tenderized her with his hand, so now all he had to do was take advantage of the resulting orgasmic constriction of her depths, so he did! Of course, that meant he was done almost instantly. The second he felt her walls perfectly wrap around his knot and tug, he just about lost it and had to actively stop himself from finishing.

The problem was that she was relentlessly greedy for his seed! She clamped down even harder and started moving her whole body like she was trying to swim away and tug on his knot, lips so tight around him that she was practically milking him!

This resulted in him heaving over as his climax washed over his body, weakening his knees and rendering him unable to stand. He ended up draped over her with his cock buried in her slit and her tail hoisted to the side and partially wrapped around his waist in order to best maintain her posture. She clenched, she twitched, and she tugged on him until his loins began to erupt deep inside her, his cock pumping her full of his essence.

Zaldrin's eyes rolled back in his head and he growl-whimpered into her ear, arms draped over her body between her blowhole and dorsal fin in a sort of post-coital embrace. He wasn't able to hold this position for long, for after his fifth or sixth consecutive ejaculation she relaxed her muscles and twisted her body to end up on her back, the motion yanking his still spurting cock from her with a pop!

She then started flopping about on the bow like a cat, rolling in place with her pussy up as though she was trying to have it funnel into her depths so she might become impregnated. This was cute, but Zaldrin had to be careful she didn't slip off until she was ready so he sat down next to her with his hand on her belly and his other hand on his cock, holding her in place.

A gooey strand of his cum trailed from his tip to the posterior end of her slit, so he leaned down and cleaned it up with his tongue, swallowing as much of it as he could before making his way back to her tender slit and once again giving her the attention she needed. The best part about it was that now she tasted like dolphin and dragon in equal measure, giving him exactly the sort of appetite he wanted.

He was able to part her lips with just his finger and thumb since she was no longer using her muscles to clench shut and that allowed him to bury his muzzle back into her slit, tongue probing her depths and caressing her walls every step of the way.

Zaldrin was just getting into it when she tensed up her body, flipped her way out from under his arm, and forced herself to slide back into the crystal clear water to swim away, leaving a pearly, cloudy trail of dragon seed in her wake.

The first time this happened it was quite disappointing for Zaldrin, but after a year of coming back every weekend he knew that this wasn't the last he'd see of her on this day. The sun had just risen, the morning was young, and he'd be there until nightfall; he knew she'd be back within an hour for a second round followed by about as many more as his balls could handle.

This was exactly the motivation behind his fishing trips, and he'd never divulge that information to his family and friends. He liked what he had too much and didn't wish to ruin the sanctity of his cetacean companion.