Go with the Flow by Cheetahs

Go with the Flow

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this link. **This story is a commission for Poketurn88 thank you so much for commissioning me! **Chris is the janitor of OceanWorld, one of the biggest

aquariums from his city. He doesn't get much in the sense of payment, nor does

he have a successful career ahead of him, but he's happy. One morning, he gets

a call from his boss.

He had just been promoted. Chris shares the news with his

family and gets a huge backlash from his career driven brother. With no allies

at his side, he flees to the acquarium, where he finds love and solace in the

embrace of a beautiful dolphin female and later on, a neglected shark that had

been previously abused by her caretaker.

What's in today's smut agenda: A hefty amount of lovely

nuzzles and cuddling, paired with the heated spilling of passion through man-on

dolphin intercourse, toppled with a bit of shark action and sprinkled with

female dolphin on female shark games.*** STORY STARTS HERE*** 'Song of the North'

started blazing in his ears. Normally it was a lively track similar to the

playful snowflakes dancing on the winds of winter, yet right now Chris was more

annoyed than pleased with his favorite ringtone. He stretched a lazy arm

towards the nightstand, fumbling through the watches and bands and whatever he

had crowded around the mahogany base of his Wing Xu Sun Lamp.

"Come here you piece of...agh!" Chris groaned as he heard the

trample of his watch and other possessions hitting the floor.

With a jerk of his body, he forced his arm further and

grabbed the damn phone between his fingers, slamming his thumb on the green

phone icon.

"Yeah?" he said with a hoarse morning voice.

"Chris! You're up?" Mindy's excited voice made him shudder.

She was so loud!

"Half up," Chris brought the phone over to his other ear as

he rolled on his back, closing his eyes, exhaling a drawn out sigh. "Can talk,

but that doesn't mean I can get out of bed yet. Caught me at a shity time,

Mindy."

"Language," she

chuckled. "Is bad luck cussing in the morning. I thought you knew that

already."

"Yeah. My bad," Chris drawled. "You know what I say of early

birds."

"They have nothing better to do than partying all night and

waking up the neighbors?" Mindy laughed.

Chris smiled. Amusing her was one of his talents. "They're

insomniacs! Why can't they sleep like the rest of the normal folk?"

"Pff. Normal is boring. Yeah, hi George. Looking good

today," she said louder, then lowered her voice to a whisper. "Since when have

you become pleased with mediocrity?"

"Since always," Chris scratched around his left ear. He

wanted to inquire about the reason of this rude awakening, yet Mindy was his

boss. Friendly, nice, mirthful all the time, yet still his boss. "Erm, Mindy?

You remember whose turn was to bring lunch at the office? Pretty sure it wasn't

George."

"Nah, he's just about to leave. Wife forgot to drive the

kids to school. Did I hear that right though?" She climbed a pitch higher. "Office?

That makes it sound so proper. When was the last time you saw me standing

behind a desk?"

Chris rolled his eyes. "Aquarium. Sea Shell. Ocean den. Call

it however you like, Mindy."

"Sea Shell sounds nice. Fits your clam-like personality,"

she laughed sweetly. "So, when do you plan on climbing out of bed, mr Polar

Bear?"

Chris didn't answer just yet. He could almost imagine her

smile on the other end of the line, blonde curls dancing around her giggling

head, lips stretching like two perfectly cooked bacon strips. Bacon strips?

That was a bit odd. Hunger did strange things to people.

"Please don't clamp up. You're going to miss the surprise."

Chris blinked, then scrunched his eyes shut. Hunger became a

real monster if he let it loose. "Oops, sorry. Yeah. Surprise?" his mahogany

eyebrows lowered above his hazel eyes. "What surprise are we talking about

here, Mindy? Cakes? Pastries? Pizza?"

"Something better than a lunch treat," Mindy said. "You got

Nate's job, Chris. Congratulations!"

Nate was the lead trainer, an expert in the arts of animal

handling. His specialization? Living Chris' dream of training dolphins.

The news hit him harder than a sack of bricks. Chris opened

his mouth, gasped, then closed it, staring absent mindedly at the blank ceiling

above.

"I got...I got what? Can you tell me again? I... Nate the Great?

How...wha- are we talking about the same person, Mindy?"

"Twist of fate, eh? Nate the Great had a little altercation

with one of the sharks. The bastard left right away, cursing like those sailors

he loves watching on midnight television. Didn't even give me the chance to

convince him to stay."

Chris clutched the phone tighter. "Is he...? He isn't...you

know...a bit...I don't really know how to put this without sounding like a freak."

"You can just ask straightly and be a man, or beat around

the bush like a silly puppy!" Mindy said.

Chris sighed. "He's in one piece, right?"

The phone rang with her laughter. "You really got a weird

imagination. Our sharks aren't that mean, you scared little kitten. Nate is

alright. I'm the one who's not."

"How comes?" Chris asked, turning on the side to look at the

beautiful weather outside.

"Well..." Mindy started. "I kind of need a new trainer for

that Aqua Blaster event. Duke Fluke's are in, with Starshine and Moonglow. Then

there's Pacific Rim, Arctic Thunder, Otter Crew, Glen's Dolphin Squad..."

Chris nodded again, and again, and again as Mindy went over

that humongous list of names. Every notable aquarium with a decent sized pool

and a few dolphins that knew how to jump through hoops or play ball participated

in this event. Distance definitely didn't unman them. Some of those guys

traveled thousands of kilometers just to have the opportunity to win the hearts

of a stadium filled with aquatic life enthusiasts.

Chris sighed, gasped, and remained with his mouth agape in

search for an answer before scrambling something up.

"Gosh. That's...oh wow. It's big. Like, freakishly big. I

don't know if I can take Nate's place, Mindy. He had over ten years of actual

practice, whereas I throw buckets of fish, wipe the floor, and watch youtube

videos of a life I cannot have. Do you really think I'm fit to literally jump

the shark here?"

Mindy scoffed. "Really? You think I'm sitting here, watching

my eggs and bacon sizzle in the aquarium's kitchen while drooling all over my

strawberry pie for nothing?"

Chris sighed. "You called me, so..."

"So accept!" Mindy shouted really freaking loud.

Chris slapped his temple with the phone, then almost threw

it out the open window, all because of a primitive jerk of his hand.

"Holy cripes, I almost launched my phone out the window," he

breathed out through his open mouth. "Don't ever do that. Ever."

"I won't, if you take the job."

"I was just about to lose my phone, Mindy. Isn't this a

sign?"

"I need an answer, Chris. Stop stalling with mysticism, fate

or whatever and tell me."

Chris' heart almost climbed in his throat. This was the

biggest moment of his life, where the years spent as a volunteer at the

aquarium hung on a single word.

"Yeah. Yeah, I accept," he nodded with jittery eagerness. "Freaking

hell, is that even a question? This is my dream! I always dreamed of being out

there...no, IN there with the dolphins."

"Heh. I knew you would take it, big man," Mindy said. "Just

had to make sure. Protocol and all that crap."

Chris rolled on his back, letting out another ecstatic sigh.

"Nate has been living my dreams for far too long, Mindy. Am I scared? Hell

yeah. Do I feel incompetent and stupid? Damn right I do. I don't even know

where to start, but I know that you made my morning a million times better,"

Chris kissed the phone twice, making sure to be as loud as he could. "Thanks a

ton. I'll make up for this, I swear."

"Wow. Did you just- I can't believe you did that."

"Will give you a proper hug once we meet. Thanks, Mindy. It's

really...wow. It's really something!"

"Get out of bed then. Day's starting in thirty minutes. Nate

was always so punctual, you know..."

"And stiff," Chris smiled. "Gimme twenty and I'll be right

there."

"Sure thing, coach. Gonna get these eggs off, and...Ouch!

Freaking oil burns. S'ya!"

"Better watch those clumsy hands, Mindy," Chris smiled. She

couldn't hear that after the call had ended, of course, but saying it felt

freaking good for someone with a courage the size of an acorn.

Chris rolled on out of the bed and got on his feet. He

stretched his arms, bent his spine a couple of times, then headed towards the

bathroom. Morning exercise could wait for the other day. He had a tight time

schedule to keep up with, and the best boss in the world to impress.

His morning routine passed in a blur. Chris' mind was filled

with plans and scenarios while he did his bathroom thing. Nate knew so much

about dolphin handling. The question was, how quick would a newbie have to

learn to match that level of skill? Months? Years? Chris barely had any room to

wriggle. Aqua Blaster came in less than a week, and all he could do was stare

at his own, grimacing reflection as he brushed his teeth.

"I'm gonna do this," he put on his mean, growly face. "It's

my dream. My life. My future. I AM going to DO THIS!"

But that future came to happen in half an hour. Chris still

had to spread the rest of the news with his family. He spat in the sink,

allowing his worries to go down the drain along with the frothy bubbles of

cheap tooth paste. Once he rinsed and dried his face with a towel, he walked

towards the living room. He found his brother seated at the table, poking at

his bacon strips with obvious disinterest. Mother had her chin cupped between

her two frail hands. She stared at the table, more precisely at the two

scrambled eggs that had yet to be touched by the clean fork placed on the right

side of the aquamarine plate.

"Oh great. Food's ready, and it smells positively awesome!"

Chris rubbed his hands together and walked towards his chair. "Who's hungry

today?"

Nobody, by the looks of it. Lars tried to pry the meat apart

from the fat, and mother had the same empty look about her.

"Only me, it seems. Oh well. I'm gonna eat all the extra

bacon since you two feel like slacking around."

Chris tucked into the delicious eggs with a piece of crusty bread.

The thick yolk flowed like oil around the golden crust. Chris rolled a whole

strip of bacon around his fork, poked the soaked bread, and ate the delicious

morsel. It tasted even better than it looked, with just the right combination

of salt to tempt his tongue.

"Mhm. This is a tasty breakfast! Props to you, mom. Your

crusted bacon is unrivaled, and the eggs are just awesome!"

"Dude..."

Chris looked at his brother. Eyebrows tucked, eyes squinted,

lips puckered just enough to hint at a reasonable amount of anger bubbling

underneath his tense frame.

"What?" Chris asked innocently.

"You know what," Lars said. "Shut the fuck up and eat. Don't

wanna hear you moaning like a fucking bitch, 'specially not when you chew like

a deranged dog."

"Aaalright," Chris turned back to his meal. "Sorry I hit a

nerve there. Didn't mean to."

"But you did. Hit it again, and I'm gonna bite."

Chris had no idea what put Lars in such a foul mood today.

His efforts to annoy everyone slowly picked up. He poked and jabbed, slid and

swirled, working up his annoying fork until the screech of the plate became

unbearable.

"Will you stop that?"

"Maybe," Lars added the thundering beat of spoon upon table

to his wailing song. "Or maybe I won't."

"The heck got into you, man?"

"Nothing," he stopped for a bit. "Just realized I don't like

silence."

Chris stifled his groan. He didn't want his brother's misery

to get to him right now, so he continued eating. It wasn't pleasant. With that continuous

distraction, the bacon's taste lessened, and the eggs seemed a sludge of poorly

cooked porridge instead of the delicacy they were a few minutes ago.

"Stop."

"Lessen that smile, and I will."

Chris forced his lips flat against each other. The noise

finally stopped, yet Lars' darkened mood remained the same. He started playing

with the salt now. He rounded it, picked it, then launched it into mother's

plate with a finger blow.

"Boom."

"Why, Lars. Why?"

"To cheer up the mood!" his brother started spearing through

mother's eggs with a toothpick. "You wanted us to get along, smile and be

happy. Does she look like she's enjoying herself, buddy?"

"Stop. Please."

"Or what?" he turned his head around. "Are you going to slap

me with the fork? Throw your napkins at me? Make faces while I-"

Chris pounded a fist on the table. Mother jerked back in her

chair. She looked at the two full grown men with a surprised gaze, then slowly

slinked back in the high seat to adopt the same impassive glance.

"That might've pissed her off," Lars chuckled.

Chris contained his smoldering temper. He hoped his brother

would regain at least an ounce of decency, yet the battle rhythm of his dining

set proved him wrong a moment later.

"That's enough!" Chris shot up from his chair. "Why do you

have to be such a little bitch? She cooked you dinner, you fucking veggie.

Might as well show her a grain of respect."

"Respect?" Lars locked his dark eyebrows together. "Is that

what they teach the rest of you bums at that water park-whatever-it-is you're

working?"

"OceanWorld."

"Right. Fantasy land!" Lars beamed, spreading his arms

around in a dramatic fashion. "Attention, all retards. Come to Piss World to

waste your lives for minimum pay. You can't take care of expenses and have to

eat noodles and canned shit until your next paycheck, but you've got some

awesome fish to wank off to!"

There was so much hatred in him. How? When did it have the

chance to build up? Lars held this inside for a long, long time, to erupt in

such a bursting manner. His words were crackling wips, and his voice like

thunder before a storm. The worst was the disappointment. It pelted Chris like

sleet, draining the heat from his veins and weighting his heart with the same

heavy gloom his brother harbored.

"Lets take this somewhere else," he said faintly. "Mother

is...lets not shout in her ear, shall we?"

"Finally!" Lars whirled away from his seat to latch his arm

around his brother's neck. "Kinda weird it took you only two years to finally

realize we are living in the real fucking world."

"We'll speak inside."

"You bet your ass we will, big brother," Lars rubbed around

Chris' neck with mocking affection. "Come along now."

Lars picked his room for the showdown. He jumped into his

bed, laid on his side, and supported his head with the help of a rather

muscular arm. Chris stood in the doorway. He had no idea what to say, nor much

time to waste. Around ten minutes must have passed. That meant he had twenty.

Twenty minutes to prove to his boss he wasn't one of those employees everybody

frowned at.

"Close the door please," Lars pointed out. "Don't want our

dear mother to brown her pants."

Chris shut the door and leaned against its frame. This room

used to mean something to him. The walls, the book cases, the desk with the

silver laptop surrounded by action figures...they were all part of his life until

Lars redecorated his room. He placed obnoxious posters of rock stars

everywhere, and filled every available space with programming books and nude

magazines. Boobs and guitars and programming languages. That's what his life

summed up to.

"Alright," Chris rubbed his palms together. "Wanna talk?

Lets talk. I want you to tell me precisely what pissed you off so much. No

beating around the bush this time, Lars. I know that whatever shit you spewed

back in the living room wasn't a fickle thing. Unleash the beast. Let it out.

I'm ready for whatever comes next."

"Good," Lars said. "Quit your job."

Chris blinked a couple of times. "What?"

"Quit. Your. Job," Lars spelled out each word. "If you paid attention

to your family instead of running around with those fish freaks, you would have

noticed how upset mom is. How exhausted father is after he's sucked dry by that

bald, stinking bastard he calls boss. The answer was right in front of you, and

you didn't see it, because you refuse to grow the fuck up!"

"So this is it, eh?" Chris crossed his arms, drawing in a

deep breath. "My little brother is pissed because I don't live in the Matrix,

like the rest of you? Take a look around, brother. All of you are drones,

slaves to a system that exploits you like...like... You're the host to the biggest

freaking parasite in the world!"

"Oh. Right... right," Lars nodded calmly, then threw a finger

at Chris. "Remind me how much I earned last month."

"That isn't relevant," Chris shook his head.

"No, it is," Lars lifted his figner. "One thousand, two

thousand, three thousand," he kept adding fingers until he had all five of them

raised. "Five thousand per month. And you get how much, exactly?"

Chris opened his mouth, but no words came out. He couldn't

speak that. Not in front of his brother.

Lars brought all his fingers down apart from the middle one.

"This," he thrust the offensive gesture closer to Chris' face. "This is what

you get for all your hard work, brother."

"I've been promoted," Chris said weakly. "I'll-"

Lars burst into laughter, cutting him off with that forced,

angsty, growly spite.

Chris didn't allow him to unman him. He took a step forward,

spine straight, fingers curling around his arms. "I'm going to train the best

dolphins we have, and they are going to win me Aqua Blasters."

"Aqua...Aqua what?" Lars fell on his back, kicking his legs

and wiping out his eyes, one at a time. "Aqua Blasters! Sounds

like...hahahaaa...sounds like those morning cartoons we used to watch!"

"It's serious! Do you even know how big the prize pool is?"

Lars kept on laughing, scrambling and rolling around like an

idiot.

Chris scoffed. "No. Of course not. You're too busy playing

judge. Why do I stay here anyway? Got better things to do."

"Because I'm right," Lars rolled up on his legs, beet red

from the lack of air, then got in front of Chris to point the magic finger at

him. "I'm right. You're wrong. I have a career. You have jack shit. I earn

actual money, and you still take from our parent's money to pay for your diving

school. So please tell me, brother," Lars waved a hand around. "Who the fuck is

the leech in this house?"

Chris swallowed up his initial words. Rage seemed so

tempting when it came in full swing. He wanted to be a man and tell his asshole

of a brother a few well intentioned words, yet a conflict would lead to more

shouting, more rage, more spite, and more time wasted in this useless room.

Ultimately, Chris adopted the same stoic pose and looked

into his brother's dark eyes with a smile. "I'm happy with my life. Say what

you want about what I do and earn, but I'm happy. What can you, or mother, or

father, say about that, eh?"

"Uhm...get a better job?" Lars chuckled.

"I already have the best one," Chris said, pushing into his

brother. "Let me out now please. I have a tight schedule to keep."

Lars tilted to the side, allowing Chris to open the door

before his heavy hand fell on the back of his neck. "One week. That's all I'm

giving you. Find a real job, or go live on your own."

Chris waited until Lars removed his hand. Once his shoulder

became unburdened, he took a step into the hallway.

"One week. You fucking hobo."

Those last three words came down like a tidal wave, chilling

every sense of caution and decency Chris harbored inside him. His lips trembled

with too many words, and his arms bulged with righteous anger.

Chris turned around. "You are the real loser here, brother,"

he said softly, pointing a finger at that small, wicked man with the authority

of fate itself. "I pity you, slaving away at a job you hate, working for people

you dislike, doing what the system forces you to do."

"Well, I support myself," Lars grinned. "I buy my own food,

have a kickass car, a perfect room. Can't say the same about others."

"Yeah. And that makes you really happy, doesn't it?" Chris

shook his head. "I still have blood pumping through my veins. What do you have?

Marked Paper? Wealth? No. You've got sand, because you know deep inside what a

dry husk you are."

"Boo the fuck hoo, kiddo. Run to your fishies and spare me

the bull. I don't need your moralistic dung sprayed all over my room," he threw

the middle finger high into the air.

Chris ignored his taunting gesture. "I'll leave you to your

perfect life then. Enjoy losing your youth, brother. One day you will make the

perfect jaded father for your own kids."

"The hell was that?" Lars' voice came from behind.

Chris kept on walking until he received a hard shove in the

back.

"Did you just poke fun at our father?"

"Maybe."

"No! Turn around and speak to my fucking face!"

"Fine," Chris whirled on his heels. "It was him. Forgive me

for insulting our father by stating an obvious truth. Garry took everything

away from him, and replaced it with numbered paper. Is that what you want to

become? Another cog in the machine? I'm trying to save you. All of you, before

you become like Mother!"

Lars' jaws gritted together until his teeth started

crunching. "Get...get the fuck out before I punch you in the face."

Chris was glad to do so. He ran into his room like a storm,

changed into whatever clothes he had available, grabbed his bag and stormed out

the door. He took the elevator five stories down and went through the block's

aged door. A short sleeved shirt and cargo trousers didn't make for the fanciest

suit down the richest streets of Sapphire City, but Chris didn't care. He felt

good in these breezy clothes. If anyone had a different opinion, they could

just keep it to themselves.

He jogged all the way to the aquarium. A few co-workers

greeted him as they emerged from one car or the other. Chris waved them back

and kept on running until he reached the lobby. Susan waited behind the

visitor's desk. She smiled as soon as Chris came in.

"Howdy, champion?"

"Good," Chris huffed out. "Don't feel like a champ right

now. Phew. I'm freaking exhausted."

Susan waved him to approach. "And wet," she added once Chris

was within earshot.

"That obvious?" he threw back an uncertain smile. Gestures

were so much easier to express than words.

"Do a few laps around the building, and we'll call you Tiger

Shark," Susan traced a finger between his trained pecs. Without touching, of

course.

"Meh, later," Chris reached into his pocket and presented

the ID card to Susan, who picked it between her lithe fingers. The machine

beeped softly when she filled the only available slot.

"How long a shift?"

"The biggest."

"Ooh, someone's feeling frisky."

"Nah," Chris leaned forward. "Did Mindy tell you I got

Nate's job?"

"You did?" Susan raised an eyebrow. "Didn't know your skills

are as catchy as your looks. Must've missed something, Mr Cargo Pants."

Chris shuffled from one foot to the other, still smiling and

looking around like a mute.

"I'm mean, I know," Susan plucked the card out of the slot

and handed it over. "Twelve hour shift, darling. Hope you can last that long."

"I'll...I..." Chris stuttered. "I really gotta go," he

snatched his ID card. Susan bit her lip and winked at him right after he did

that. Could she be any less obvious? Chris swallowed whatever saliva he had in

his mouth as he exchanged one hall for another. Human interaction was not his

strongest suit, especially when the opposite gender was so forthcoming. Heat

oozed from his skin in waves, stopping only when he stood in front of the

double set of doors leading to the main tank. Barging in there and officially

claiming a colleague's job was easier for Chris than enduring a few seconds in

a woman's presence.

He pushed through the doors. Dolphins cackled and whistled,

whirling and leaping from the huge crescent tank running from one end of the room

to the other. Chris looked at them for a few moments. He admired their fluid

grace, and the easiness with which they split the water.

After a few minutes, he scanned his surroundings. Every seat

in the auditorium was empty. It made sense. With so few days left until the

contest, Mindy closed off the access to visitors. Chris looked up. The Staff

lounge was occupied by two suited men talking to each other. Managers from the

event? He couldn't know. Down below was the cleaner's quarters, a small room

that usually had the light on twenty four seven except today.

"Talk about a welcoming party..." Chris walked towards the

tank, watching the four dolphins fight for the best spot to stare back. "At

least you're having a good time. How's your day going, little buddies? Better

than mine? Must be. I had the best morning ever until my ass of a brother

decided to throw his insecurities on me. Pff," Chris scoffed, then smiled at

the playful dolphins. "Wish I smiled as long as often as you guys do. I want to

swim all day, and forget about everything. Yeah. That includes your tail slap, you

white belly assailant!"

"Snow."

Chris jerked back in surprise, looking left, then right.

"That's his name," the same voice said from behind. "Do you

have my breakfast, Mr Cargo Trousers?"

Chris closed his eyes and sighed. "I forgot," he turned

around with the most apologetic frown he could form. "I'm sorry. Truly. Wish I

had something to reward your ninja skills with, but-"

"Hush," Mindy placed a hand on his chest, oblivious to the sweat

that coated her palm "I heard. What you told to the dolphins. Lars is being a

bastard again, eh?"

"Every day since grandpa died. He didn't even love him. I

didn't love him either," Chris bit his lip for saying that. "He left father

when he was fifteen and completely disappeared from our lives, and a dozen

years later he calls mom, gets us all together to feel sorry for him, only to

bring the hammer down."

"Chris..." Mindy pushed harder into his chest. "You told me

about the debt. If you dig that stinky beast back up we're all going to stink."

"I..." Chris grabbed her hand. "You're right, but I'm still

angry and pissed. I have the best life I can dream of. You're awesome, the

dolphins are great, and the staff is like a second family to me. There's people

out there. Young students with barely a dime to spend, dreaming of doing what

they love. Why can't my folks be the same?"

"Clearly they never swam with dolphins before."

Chris smiled. He wanted to laugh, yet instead an impulse

sent his feet forward and his arms wrapping around Mindy's form. He hugged her

tightly to his chest, fighting back the urge to sneeze from the curly hairs

tickling his face.

"Big hug. I love hugs," she patted his back.

"Me too," Chris pulled back shortly. "Sorry. I really needed that."

"Apologize again, and I'm gonna slap you."

"Can you do that?" Chris frowned.

He got a poke right in the chin. "Don't tempt me."

Chris nodded in acknowledgement. "When do I start my thing?"

"Your thing? Huh. That's an eloquent way to put it."

"It's my first day of an unsuspected promotion. 'course I'm

unprepared until the boss teaches me a thing or two about the nature of my new

position."

"Leaving all the hard work on me, Chris?"

He shrugged. "Heavy loads never intimidated you before, Mindy.

I think..." he stopped when her emerald eyes squinted at his choice of words.

"Busy work schedules. That's what I meant."

"Riiiight," she smiled. "Well, you are going to have your

work cut out for you. One of these lovelies is going to have the intense

delight of being handled by your caring hands."

"Only one?" Chris looked at the dolphins. They chased each

other around, jumping and splashing water all over.

"Contest's rules, big man. One representative per species.

We'll get to the sharks later, but for now I think you're better suited to

spend your first day in the company of one of these smooth sweeties," she

rubbed the glass, attracting the attention of all four dolphins.

"Which one do you recommend, Mind?" Chris joined her, poking

and tracing shapes around for the dolphins to follow.

Mindy stared for a couple of moments, stroking her chin with

one hand and her neck with the other.

"That's kinda hard, you know? Picking a single one. I love

them all dearly."

"Hard choices are the best of choices. Come on, pick one."

Mindy pursed her lips. "You mean bastard. Alright. Snow is

my first pick. He's smart, agile, knows a whole load of tricks already. But you

should go with your gut," Mindy pointed to the ladder to her right. "Step up

there and give each of them a whirl. Find your soul mate, as Nate used to say.

He had this thing with bonds and astral connections and stuff like that."

"Yeah..." Chris said. "Nate was something else, huh?"

"Mhm," Mindy nodded. "I'll leave you to it then."

"Wait. What happens after I pick?"

"Private pools," Mindy waved towards the green that had an

obvious blue dolphin icon above. "Zero distractions, zero interruptions, full

time of man on dolphin interaction. Train the shit out of whoever you choose,

Cargo Pants."

Chris rolled his eyes. That name was starting to tickle him

the wrong way. He waved goodbye to Mindy, then climbed the spiraling stairs to

the top of the basin. The dolphins whistled excitedly once he entered their

line of sight. Chris walked closer to the edge. He didn't mind getting a bit splashed.

Cold water was just the thing he needed on a hot summer day.

"Alright, calm down a little bit. I have to pick one of you,

and I can't do that if you keep fussing about!"

Like they listened. Dolphins were temperamental creatures,

often satisfying their own desires before heeding their trainer's instructions.

These bunch were especially feisty, displaying all the skills they learned

through no uncertain means.

Chris kneeled by the basin's edge and allowed the group to

blow off their initial excitement. Once their energy levels stabilized, the

dolphins became a lot more receptive to instructions.

"See? All is possible with a bit of patience," Chris fell on

his bum, crossed his legs, then pointed towards the nearest dolphin. "You.

Blackfin. Show me your moves."

The rest of the group started poking and harassing their

colleague as soon as they heard that.

"Heey, don't do that," Chris clapped his hands together,

loud and hard. "One at a time. Mean dolphins don't get the fish!"

All four pairs of eyes were on him in the instant he spoke

the word fish. Chris couldn't help but smile at all those beady, playful eyes.

"I'll give each of you the same chance. Prove yourselves,

and I will make sure to sneak in a bucket of fish near noon."

They were all audibly disappointed at the prolonged wait,

yet that couldn't be helped. Chris instructed the black finned one to approach,

waving the rest of them off. They surged to the other end of the tank, playing

with each other while the sole survivor poked his nose through the water's

surface.

"Alright buddy," Chris rubbed his smooth nose. "Show me your

best moves."

The dolphin began immediately. He leaped out of the water,

low at first, then higher and higher. Jumps seemed to be his specialty. With

its powerful tail, the black finned dolphin launched itself out of the water,

performing loops, corkscrews, and wonderful rolls that delighted Chris' widened

eyes.

"Beautiful," he rewarded the cackling dolphin with a peck on

his nose. "Go and bring me one of your other friends."

Snow came next, surrounded on each side by two of his

friends. One carried a big loop, while the other slapped the red ball so hard

it took Chris straight in the chest.

"Ghoah! That's...haaah," Chris scrambled on all fours and

crawled back towards the basin's edge. "You've got a real cannon packed there."

The two helpers left, leaving Snow alone with his toys. Even

a kid with zero hours of training knew what the hoop was for. Chris stood up

with a wide smile, picked the golden hoop in one hand, and struggled to keep

his balance as he walked on the edge of the basin, back pressed against the

wall.

"Alright buddy..." he extended his arm forward. "Show me

what-"

His words died down in the explosion of water following

Snow's plunge. Chris wiped off his soggy face and applauded on his wrist.

"Good. Do that again."

Snow was an expert diver, and knew how to handle his ball

with unmatched expertise. He played with himself, on his back, then on his

belly, slapping the ball around with his tail, balancing it on his nose, or

launching it in arcs along the basin's length. He also loved to shoot it

through the hoop when he wasn't feeling like jumping through it.

"That's good. You're awesome," Chris grimaced from the fire

burning through his arm. "Bring in the next one please."

Snow leaped to pick the hoop between his jaws. The motion

was less than kind to Chris' balance. He stumbled forward with the momentum,

plunging through the cold water. All four dolphins rushed to help him get his

sorry ass back on dry ground, and only one remained to prove himself. Chris

favored the white stripes painted along the dolphin's fins with a long glance.

Gave it an exotic appearance to contrast for his rather mundane abilities.

Stripes was a hunter, chasing balls back and forth and playing with them in all

sorts of ways.

When Chris sent him away, he was convinced he'd seen it all.

Never had he been so wrong. The last dolphin slid just below

the water's surface, splitting the water with its grey dorsal fin. When it

reached the basin's edge, it turned around in a suave motion, presenting the

white of its belly. The dolphin swam upside down along the edges, then turned

to perform a watery dance unlike anything Chris had ever seen before. It was as

if the water bended around the dolphin's graceful form. The tiniest of ripples

ran along the crisp clear water, soothed or engorged according to the speed and

pace of the dolphin's water dance.

Chris' mouth drooped more the longer he stared. This was how

beauty felt like. A slim, perfectly shade of grey and white twisting and

sliding with unmatched grace through the calm currents created by its caressing

tail. With either fins or tail, the dolphin knew how to make the water match

its suave movements.

Chris wanted to jump in; he craved to latch his arms around

the dolphin's body and let himself carried around the whole basin. The water

would flow so gently around him, washing all his problems away...

"Spectacular..." he mumbled absent mindedly.

The dolphin's sharp whistle made him fall on his bum.

"Ow," Chris rubbed his sore butt once he picked himself up.

"It's totally my fault. No need for pokes!"

But the dolphin was quite interested in touching, poking

that curious nose around and between his legs.

"Alright, you sweetie," Chris secured his hands around and

gave it a good rub. "You're feeling frisky?" Chris asked, biting his words back

when the dolphin shoved its snout dangerously close to his crotch. "Gooood!

Because I'm going to take you with me," he pushed back with all the strength he

could muster.

The dolphin slapped the water, irritated that the human

retreated out of its reach.

"It's gonna take just one minute. Gotta find that switch I

never used before," he looked around for a valve, or button, or something.

"Where the heck is it?"

His heart pounded in his chest. His temples oozed with

sweat, and he was pretty sure his arms did too. Chris shrugged off the

bothersome sensation, forcing his eyes to wander from one end of the room to

the other until he found a speck of red across the room.

"That makes a lot of sense," he sighed drily and climbed

down the spiraling stairs, soggy and hot at the same time.

Heat refused to leave his body. With each step, it became

hotter, more stifling. Chris wiped his forehead, then shook his head, and

finally slapped himself.

"The heck is wrong with you? It's a dolphin. Just a

dolphin."

A dolphin whose graceful beauty flowed through his mind from

the moment he first laid eyes upon it. Everything was perfect about her. Or

him. Chris didn't even know its gender, yet that nagging feeling in the back of

his mind kept pointing in the female direction. She looked lither, that was

true, and possessed uncanny agility. Chris remembered how her tail split the

water apart, how her fins twisted and balanced her perfect form, and how that

faded shade of pink rounding her slit stole his eyes whenever she turned belly

up. Such firm folds. What could possibly hide inside? Warm, tender flesh that

was just the ideal place for any male to be?

Chris slapped himself again. It wasn't normal to think these

kind of thoughts, even if his maleness spoke otherwise. An embarrassing

erection throbbed to life in the depths of his tan cargo trousers, tenting them

more with each jerk.

"Fuck," Chris pushed his cock back into submission. Briefs.

He needed briefs, or speedos, or his swimsuit. The swimsuit made sense. His

humongous boner would be as obvious as the sun on a cloudless sky, but Chris

never intended to remain on dry land after he equipped himself. The cold water

would embrace him from all sides and sway this maddening heat away.

But first, he had to press the button, get the dolphin

inside the private tank, and walk to the dressing room with a flushed skin and

an obvious problem tenting his trousers.

"Ok...ok. One thing at a time," Chris picked up his pace. He

slammed his palm into Tank 1's button, opening the entrance with an audible

creak.

"Go through it. You know which one I'm talking about. Not

Snow, not Blackfin, not Stripes. Greyfins! Yeah. Just...I'll see you on the other

side!" Chris shouted.

He didn't bother climbing back up again. The risk of having

one of his coworkers stumble upon him was too great, and explaining himself too

embarrassing. What kind of employee walked around so...indecently? Not one that

wanted to keep his newly earned job, for sure.

Chris walked through the service entrance. He peeked around

the hallway, then quickly made his way to the dressing room.

It was empty. He pulled his short sleeved shirt over his

semi muscular body, rejoicing the cold air flowing through the ventilation

system. Chris closed his eyes. Pound. Pound. Pound, his heart thrummed in his

chest. No matter how much he willed it to slow down, it kept going, same as his

member.

"Screw this," Chris pulled his cargo trousers down and

cringed when his fully engorged cock sprang at attention. He ignored it for

now, picking a pair of leggings from his drawer. Chris kicked his sandals off

and dressed himself up to his crotch. With one hand, he pushed down his member,

then he pulled up, forcing his enraged cock into a firmly tucked prison.

"Hah! I win, you bastard!"

The bulge dared to disagree. Chris' blood heated again at

how obvious the contour of his malehood looked. He reached a shaking hand

towards the vest, then threw the door shut.

"Screw that."

He dressed back into his usual clothes and ran back,

catching a single employee on his way there. Chris sped up his pace, passing

the elderly man in a blur. He really hoped those glasses he wore weren't for

show. When he reached the main room, he climbed back, then dived straight into

the water. The three dolphins came on each side, lending their fins. Chris

grabbed them both and straddled the third, hurling like a torpedo through the

water-filled pipe.

Chris burst through the water's surface with a deep,

hungering breath once he reached the other side.

"Thanks," he patted each dolphin on their restless noses.

"I'm good from here. I'll let the feeder know how helpful you've been."

They all departed swiftly and playfully, leaving Chris to

deal with his chosen partner. Greyfin swam a dozen feet away with the same measured

movements, rubbing against the walls and playing around with her broad tail.

"Greyfin!"

The dolphin leaped with joy at the sound of his voice. Chris

braced himself. She pierced through the water really fast, taking him straight

in the gut.

"The heck was that for?" Chris coughed.

The dolphin crackled with a series of high pitched sounds.

She was displeased with something.

"What? Are you hungry? Pissed that I made you wait?"

She swiped her nose along the water, pelting his face with

hundred of droplets.

"Greyfin, I can't- ghah!" Chris found his arm trapped

between her nibbling teeth. "That's...that is not your name, is it?"

He got a gentle rub along his neck. Chris pulled his hand

back and stroke the dolphin's head and belly while he forced his restless mind

to make the connection. Dolphins had a ridiculous sense of pride, especially

where names were concerned. This one must have been tied to her movements,

having no obvious features to separate her from the rest of the squad.

"Breezer."

Chris gritted his teeth at the incoming blow.

"WaterSurge."

Another blow came, too close to his balls. He gripped

himself for extra protection, angering the dolphin in the process. With a

single slap of her tail, she sent his arm swaying to the side.

"Fuck, that hurt. Dancer. Surge. Swift," Chris enumerated a

series of random names. "Freaking hell, this hurts. Why can't you go with the flow?"

he screamed.

The tail stopped mid swing, sparing him from a moderate

amount of pain. Chris blinked his eyes.

"That's the one. You're Flow..." Chris sighed as he basked in

the dolphin's pleasant whistling cackles. She nuzzled into his neck, and he

started rubbing her fins with a hand and her snout with the other. "Shall I let

you lead the way? What do you want to do now, Flow?"

For now, she was happy being rubbed all over and under her

head. Flow enjoyed herself thoroughly, sliding around Chris and inspecting him

with her curious nose. It all started innocently enough, with simple caresses

that soothed the flesh and the spirit. Then, something changed in the flow of

things. Flow became more lethargic, often exposing the white of his belly and

looking at Chris with those expectant eyes.

He tried soft rubs, then harder ones, and even tickling.

Every time Flow beat her tail, circling around a couple of times before she

parked herself in front of her human, throwing him the same demanding look.

"Your tail?" Chris picked the muscular appendage with one

hand. "Is this where it itches?"

Flow slapped both her fins. Chris thought she only meant to

annoy him, until his arm was thrust towards the dolphin's lower belly by a hard

shove of her snout. His fingers slid along her crevice, and one of them

accidentally sunk inside, into a shelter that was warmer and wetter than Chris

ever anticipated.

He drew his hand back with a gasp, much to Flow's whistling

displeasure.

"Fuck, I'm sorry. I...I didn't...I-"

She pushed his arm again. Chris was prepared this time. He

gritted his teeth, rubbing Flow all over her sensitive nose.

"Ok, playtime is over. Lets go back to haaaaaah aaaaaah!"

Chris yowled out as the frisky dolphin dived down, rubbing every part of her

slimy body along his chest, abs, and finally, his crotch. His member tensed

hard from the unexpected stimulation, provoking Flow's curiosity. She pushed

herself between Chris' legs, then twisted upside down, ramming head-long into

his balls.

Chris shielded himself just in time, yet the blows kept

coming and coming.

"Please don't do this," he cried out as Flow shoved one of

his weakened arms away.

"Please don't fucking do this!"

She shoved again, then again, and again, until Chris'

muscles burned his effort. A single push was all it took to expose his stiff

crotch to Flow's inquisitive nose.

"Haaah!" Chris drawled out as she inspected him with a frenzy

of rubs and nuzzles. "Aaaah, that feels....ghh...it feels...."

His breath hitched. A surge of pleasure rushed from his

overly stimulated member, making him tremble in the cold water. Chris closed

his eyes shut, grabbing hard onto whatever he found.

"Don't...please don't... I'm too weak....far too weak. I'll do

anything. ANYTHING!"

Flow slid through his legs. Chris took a heavy breath. He

was a few seconds away from cumming. His blood was a heated mess, and he was

quite sure the gooey fluid smearing the tip of his cock was precum.

He blinked long and fast, watching how Flow nuzzled her way

around him before rolling belly up once again. She placed her slit right below

Chris' head, and slapped her tail with enough impatience to make him shudder

with nervousness and excitement. He knew what she wanted. No matter how much

his mind opposed, he knew. Her need was as obvious as her pokes, as insistent

at the high pitched whines she made every time his hand ventured closer to her

slit. No matter how much he rubbed her other parts, she wanted his fingers

right there, inside that tight crevice of hers.

"No way out, I guess," Chris sighed. "Crap...a deal is a deal.

I have to do it!" he inched forward from her tail, closing in on her exposed

slit.

She was a bit more ripe than the last time he looked at her.

Her vent acquired a stronger nuance of pink, hinting at the dolphin's intense

excitement.

"I'm gonna regret this..."

Those were his last words before he carefully maneuvered

around her crevice. It was hard and smooth, like the rest of her skin. Chris

looked at her. Flow was completely still, showing no signs of discomfort.

"Freaking...ok. Ok. She wants this. Just go with the Flow, I

guess," Chris gritted his teeth and inserted three fingers inside her gooey

flesh. Flow tensed as soon as her hard folds were penetrated. Her tail slapped

the water, her fins flapped and splattered, and her body jerked up and down.

"H-hold on!" Chris screamed to no avail.

Each thrust forced his hand inwards, into that nest of

quivering flesh. Chris held his breath. He never explored a dolphin's gender

before, and certainly not as intimately as he did now. Muscles surrounded him

on each side, soft, juicy, and dripping with viscous slime. Chris rubbed and

caressed with the pads of his fingers, stroking Flow's pleasure a step higher.

She didn't have only a gaping hole down there. Closer towards her belly was a

fleshy protrusion that became harder with each throb surging through her frame.

Chris stroked her there a little, tickling around what seemed to be a nub of

flesh.

Flow's whistles turned to wails, and she became increasingly

restless. A particularly sharp thrust forced Chris hand deeper than ever. He

tried pulling out, yet Flow's strong muscles collapsed inwards, swallowing

Chris' hand all the way to his knuckles.

A wave of heated mess erupted as soon as he penetrated the

dolphin's inner sanctuary. The muscles convulsed sharply around his hand,

drawing him in with wet, gaping squelches. She was trembling and spasming so

hard and fast. Was she going to orgasm?

Chris got his answer when his hand was completely swallowed,

up to the wrist.

"Flow...let...go!"

She didn't. Her muscles remained a steadfast prison of iron.

Chris rubbed and tickled her flesh, hoping to provoke a reaction.

He did. The sudden stimulation sent Flow way over her peak.

As soon as her muscles relaxed, a hard spurt of clear fluid erupted from the

depths of her flesh. Chris bit his tongue when that happened. She came. He made

a dolphin cum for the first time ever in his life. The realization heated his

blood and sent his cock into a throbbing frenzy.

"So wet..." Chris plunged his fingers deeper to scratch and

grab her restless flesh.

Flow jerked with a long, desperate cry. Her slit contracted,

then loosened, removing more of her burdening desire.

"So hot..."

She came again, then again, pumping out the liquid heat

faster than Chris' heart thumped in his chest.

"So...restless!" Chris drawled out as he started pumping his

hand in and out of her folds. He entered like a spear, pushing through her

soaked muscles. Flow barely handled the sudden stimulation. She went completely

limp, allowing only for her cunt to draw out the erupting flood of fluids.

When the pressure threatened to burst, Chris pulled out. The

whole load squirted out or dribbled in streams down her sides, mixing in with

the cold water. He continued pleasuring her with swift, sudden strokes,

stopping only when Flow surged away. His hand came out with a wet plop,

dribbling with fertile arousal. It dripped, and smelled. Driven by a perverse

sense of curiosity, Chris poked out his tongue and suckled on a dripping

finger. Flow's climax was thick and sweet, with just a tint of salty flavor.

Chris rolled his tongue around, moving from one finger to

the other until he feasted on every drop of her juices. Then, he closed his

eyes, howling out like a beast in heat.

"Gosh, that tastes divine, but... What the heck did I just

do...?"

He pleasured a dolphin. The same dolphin that now poked at

his own private parts, intending to return the favor.

"No," Chris slapped the water. "Flow, stop. Just stop!"

Miraculously, she did. Chris hugged her as soon as she

approached, more to restrain her than to show affection. "We have to train.

Please. I gave you what you wanted."

She touched his lips with the tip of her cold grey nose,

turned around, and waited for him to grab onto her dorsal fin. Chris was led on

a tour around the tank, then wrestled with the playful dolphin. He didn't mind

games that much if her squelching sex didn't appear back in his mind every few

seconds. She came incredibly hard, and incredibly fast. The overwhelming warmth

was now promptly lodged inside Chris' mind, keeping him in a constant state of

arousal throughout the rest of the day.

Flow wasn't making things easy either. Between every command

or assignment, she reminded Chris of his throbbing predicament with a well

placed touch or a rub between his legs. Chris gritted his teeth. What was

pleasure and excitement soured into irritation.

"Will you just freaking focus?" he pointed at a cackling

Flow. "I have one day to learn your move set, three days to perfect it, and a very

ungrateful family to return to at the end of each day. Please, just for a few

minutes, keep your cute nose away from my freaking cock. I have enough problems

as it is."

They stared at each other, unblinking, unmoving. Chris felt

bad as soon as he vented out his anger. He had no right to do so on Flow, who

was driven by instincts as much as she was driven by her heightened

intelligence. Females were still females, and the opposite gender was

inevitably attractive to them. Who was he to deny her a few curious pokes?

Chris opened his mouth to speak, only to shut it back when

the dolphin launched herself in his embrace. He hugged her tightly, stroking

her fins, kissing her snout, and smelling that ocean-like fragrance wafting

through her smooth skin.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have burdened you with my weight,"

Chris gently pushed her back to look into her intelligent eyes. "It's just...this

day is the greatest day of my life, you know? I can touch, and feel, and swim

with you guys more than I ever could as a caretaker," Chris frowned with

disappointment. "And my family is bent on ruining all this with their problems

and their constant whining. I am a shame to them, you know. A loser with a

shity job and no education."

Flow rubbed herself under his chin, making Chris sigh with

relief. "They have no idea how happy I am here. How pleased I am to have the

honor to train the brightest and most beautiful dolphin I ever encountered...

Flow clamped her jaws shut and slid away. Chris had no idea

why until he caught sight of a discharge flowing from her slit. She wanted to

be loved again, and chose to leave before her instincts turned her into an

unwanted pest.

Her gesture impressed him on a very deep and emotional

level. Flow had the same weight to bear now. The burden of arousal was

annoying, yet only for so long. After another quick session of playing, Chris

allowed Flow to instruct him in the arts of water dancing. Work proved to be an

useful distraction for both of them. They swam below the water's surface and raced

around the basin until the sun turned orange in the sky. Chris unloaded all of

his complaints, telling Flow all about his family and the bright future he had

ahead of him. She was not only a great listener, but knew how to comfort a

human in distress. Flow even borrowed the ball from her friends, playing with

it much to Chris' amusement.

He fed her just before nightfall, throwing one fish at a

time inside that greedy maw of hers. Flow liked to work for her meals. For every

fish she got, she performed the simple acrobatics taught to any novice dolphin.

Chris joined in, inventing all sorts of exercises that kept them both amused

until nightfall.

"Working late into the night, I see."

That voice made him jolt. Mindy walked along the walkway

propped above the tank, looking down at the man that had an arm wrapped around

the dolphin to his right.

"We're taking a small break," Chris said, and Flow agreed

with a sharp whistle. "Need anything, Mindy?"

"Nah. Came to tell you that it's no problem if you sleep

here for the night."

"Here?" Chris' grip tightened around Flow's fin. "Why would

I-"

"You know why, Chris. That brother of yours is going to crap

all over your mood. I need you to be sharp, and happy. You know how they say. A

happy trainer is a successful one."

"Yeah, but-"

"No buts," Mindy interrupted yet again. "I made sure nobody

else knows."

Chris was slightly bewildered by that. Why would Mindy go

through such lengths to keep him here? "I...thanks, but...dang. It must've taken a

bit of persuasion on your side."

"None at all. Enjoy your night, Chris. I left you dinner in

the dining room. If there's anything you need don't hesitate to call me, though

something tells me you already have all you may ever want."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Chris frowned.

"You know. Good night!"

"Mindy!"

She walked out without another word, leaving Chris confused

and strangely aroused. Alone. He was alone, inside a huge facility, with no

cameras to watch or track his whereabouts, and with fair amount of dolphins to

play, caress, and do whatever else he wanted.

Out of every desire, one stood out, as primal and strong as

the need to eat or sleep. Chris slowly slid a hand down his crotch. He was rock

hard, and by the looks of it, Flow already knew that. She poked her head under

the water, nosing at Chris' notable problem.

"Flow, I...I can't."

And why was that? Because of principles? Because what his

family taught him? Chris loved no other creature more than dolphins, and the

best one of them was closer to him than any girlfriend had ever been,

expressing her interest in mating with obvious persistence.

"Alright, girl, you win," Chris' throat erupted with a drawn

out sigh. "I'll mate you, but not because you demand it. It's because..." Chris

cupped her snout and kissed it. "Because I want you too, more than I ever

wanted anybody else in my entire life."

Flow cackled excitedly. She swam around Chris, encouraging

him with prods and rubs. Once he finally worked up the courage to do the

unthinkable, he grabbed his pants and in a single, mighty shove, he pulled them

down to expose his bare member to the touch of the lukewarm water.

Flow was upon him in an instant. She poked around his cock,

caressed his balls and even pushed between his buttcheeks to inspect whatever

he had in there.

"N-no. Flow. Come back here. On your belly!"

She wasn't exactly a dog, yet she understood commands on a

much more meaningful level. Instead of splaying herself like before, the

dolphin pushed herself up along Chris' chest, trying to hug him with her fins.

"Ahhh," Chris groaned as he hugged her tightly. "I love your

enthusiasm, my darling cuddle monster!"

Flow pushed herself into it. Chris thought she was being a

sweetheart until her tail shot between his legs. Then, she started thrusting,

using her fluke as leverage for the pounding motion.

Chris froze. He had no idea what was right to do, when the

moment was upon him. What would his parents or brother think of him if they

ever found out?

"I can't...can't worry about them," Chris said, kissing the

dolphin as she grazed around one of his hands. "They're far away, and you are

close. So close..."

Flow continued working herself up. Once angled at the proper

position, her slit started poking at Chris' rock hard cock. The crevice was

sorely tempting, but it couldn't be penetrated so easily. Her walls were hard

like the rest of her skin, and her slit clamped shut. Chris thrust too, but

Flow made it completely clear she was in control. Once Chris leaned on his back

and relaxed, she spread open her tunnel to take him in.

The hard member sunk right between the walls, first the tip,

then the rest of the shaft.

"Nghh....aaaaaah!" Chris muffled his hardened breath, dazzled

by the overwhelming heat that embraced his sensitive organ from all sides at

the same time. Flow too cried out her pleasure. She jerked into his crotch,

impaling herself repeatedly on the human's long, hard rod.

Chris' grip became tempered iron as his muscles bulged with

raging blood. He gripped Flow hard, pulled back, and remained firmly inside

her. Flow's muscles squeezed him repeatedly, baring the entirety of his

sensitive head. The lack of a foreskin exposed the most sensitive part of his

cock to the hot embrace of Flow's walls.

And that was a huge mistake. Once she clamped down around

him, she had the human firmly grabbed in her fetters.

Chris shivered and moaned with ecstatic bliss as unbearable

amounts of pleasure surged through his cock. All the heat and moisture he previously

touched with his hand now encroached upon his cock, effectively milking the

life out of it.

"Too...much," he drawled out, scratching Flow's skin with his

trembling fingers. "I'm about to...so close...to..."

Flow dived under the water, taking the human along with her.

Chris held his breath as coldness embraced the entirety of his body to wash the

overflowing arousal away. It only lasted for a few seconds, yet that was enough

to make him last a bit longer.

Once Flow climbed back up, Chris took a deep breath and

thrust again inside her squelching flesh. Her muscles parted before his cock,

oozing their own response to the strings of precum splashing inside. Chris bit

back his lip. Flow took another dive, during which she took full control of

their mating. She thrust hard and quick, pounding Chris' cock and balls until

they came back up. With fresh reserves of air and an animalistic desire to

mate, Chris groaned and gritted his teeth. He clutched the dolphin with both

hands and feet, scratching, kissing, and rubbing her all over while his member

was milked by the dolphin's silky folds. Bursting pressure simmered inside his

crotch. He grabbed Flow hard, pressed his scrunched face against her forehead,

then screamed as his seed threatened to burst.

Flow's muscles shivered harder, quicker, stronger, as if she

sensed the human's inevitable peak. Bursting pleasure exploded along Chris'

engorged maleness. With no chance to resist against the upcoming tide, he

clenched his jaws the hardest he could and screamed between gritted teeth,

breaking loose inside the dolphin's hungry cunt.

Flow cackled manically during the peak of her partner. She

squeezed quick and hard, attaining her own orgasm during the midst of Chris'

bliss. Ruthless waves of heated arousal exploded from the depths of her pussy

to wash over his spurting cock, bathing it in hot, sticky goo.

Chris' eyes rolled in their sockets, and his toes curled

under the strain. He is ropes increased their length. Pounding spasms sent

fresh seed out of his cock, driving the fertile juice deep into the receptive

dolphin. Chris never felt so good before. Sharing himself with Flow on such a

deep level made him feel fulfilled, alive, and wanted. He craved to give her

every drop, and thus thrust himself as deep as he could into her iron like

folds, working his cock into those hungry, milking folds. Flow scooped every

drop he held within his balls, draining his cock long after it started to

shrivel.

"Haaah!" Chris groaned as the climactic rage ended. "I...that

was...I love you so much," he kissed his dearest dolphin over and over again,

while Flow reciprocated the affection with her cute snout rubs.

They remained entangled in each other, sharing affection and

fluids until the cold water split them apart. Chris retreated in the dining

room to eat, fed Flow again, then dived back in the tank, where he played with

her for a couple more hours before tasting her hot vent once more.

Morning found him on his back, with an eerily familiar voice

talking to him.

Chris blinked his eyes open. Blonde curls. Black framed

glasses. Two emerald eyes staring right at him.

No. Not at him. At the nakedness he shamelessly displayed.

"Mindy! What the-"Chris rolled on his belly, pressing his

cock against the ruthlessly cold ground. "Freakin' hell, you could've said

something."

"I did, several times in fact, but you weren't listening."

"So you decided to just sit there and watch like a creepy

stalker?"

"I had a good view. There's nothing to be ashamed of, Chris.

Like, really."

He still felt horribly embarrassed to be caught by none

other than his boss. "Well, since you've seen..." Chris rolled on his side,

hiding his limp cock behind a knee. "Wait. Where the 'eck is Flow? Did you-"

"She's safe," Mindy kept him from rising with a friendly

touch on his bare arm. "Your secret is safe with me."

"What secret?" Chris frowned. "I don't know any secret. I'm

bad with them."

"Terrible, in fact," Mindy gestured around. "There was fluid

all over this place. Had to clean it up by hand, much to Flow's displeasure.

You know how mad she became when I swiped your cum off with pocket tissues and

threw it in the dumpster?"

"You what? I don't...what?" Chris stuttered.

"You had a wet dream, you doofus!"

"Impossible," Chris shook his head vehemently. "I can't

happen after I-"

"After you..." Mindy continued.

"Alright, you got me. I jerked off, so shoot me."

"In front of a dolphin?"

"She's the reason I did it!"

"Sure, Chris, sure," Mindy patted his muscular arm, much to

his discomfort. "I'm pretty sure you resisted her charms like the stoic knight

that you are."

"I did. Anything else, Mindy?"

"Yeah," she approached closer to his ear. "I have a

sweetheart too, if you're wondering. Secret buddies?"

Chris didn't know whether to be shocked, amazed, or

impressed. "I...yeah, Mindy. We're buddies."

"Good," she got up on her feet, offering a helping hand that

Chris hesitantly took. "I do have a request for a man of your abilities. One of

our sharks is a bit moody after Nate abused her."

"He what?" Chris' voice climbed a pitch higher.

"He molested her. With sticks, nets, and stuff. Not his

cock, obviously, because he would've suffered from a bad case of death instead

of unemployment."

"What a bastard," Chris rubbed his chin. "So that's why he

left. He fucked with our fish."

"Mammals," Mindy slapped his breast.

Chris winced. "You've got a mean hand."

"Nate had them worse. He hated sharks for a good number of

years, it seems. Probably earned this position just to torment our residents

and extract whatever petty vengeance he desired. Fucking sicko."

"I'll take care of this, Mindy. No problem, aside from the

fact that I'm naked. Have any spare clothes?"

She pointed towards the tan cargo trousers. Chris looked at

her, smiling at the same time as she did.

"I owe you one."

"Make that two," Mindy shook his limp hand. "Take care! Oh,

and her name is Ava."

Chris nodded."Where are you going now?"

"To my sweetheart. Have to say hi, don't I?"

Chris shrugged at that. "Guess so," he said, turned around,

and equipped his fabled trousers. This was going to be a very interesting day.

Working with a shark had been on his list for a while, yet

even now, after years of preparation, Chris felt apprehensive. Sharks were

slightly more dangerous than a dolphin and moderately unpredictable. Ava had

all the reason to lash back at him. He just hoped she used the end part of her

body, and not her maw for that purpose.

Chris found her swimming in her own private tank. She was a

deceptively small thing, with a sharp tail, big round eyes, and a constitution

even smaller than Flow.

"You don't look so mean," Chris said as he approached.

"Actually, those eyes give you this aura of adorableness. Why would any man

worth his salt pick on you?"

Ava surged away from him, leaving Chris with both hands on

his hips. "Oh well. Gotta win your trust, I guess."

He left empty handed, and came back with a bucket of fish

and a basket of toys. He placed them near the edge of the basin, close enough

for Ava to pick.

"Which one do you want?"

She pointed towards the bundle of small balls, then turned

back in a flash, just like a shy school girl.

"Balls are my favorite too. I'll let you pick your favorite

one too," he laid each of them on the edge. "Shall it be the blue one? Yellow?

Red? Green?"

Ava was slightly undecided. She ran from one end to the

other, refusing to pick.

"All of them!" Chris flung the toys in the basin. "Come on,

girl. Show me what you can do!"

Ava was lazy and unmotivated, yet that problem was easily

solved with a bit of fishy motivation. Chris fed her one fish every few

minutes, keeping her busy with talk between the meals. He wanted to get her

used to the sound of his voice. A mellow way of speaking not only built trust

between trainer and trainee, but it told both parties a few clues on who they

were dealing with. Chris realized he had his work cut out. Ava had quite the

tough exterior, unwilling to share herself fully. For that, he had to gain her

trust.

So Chris spent the better half of the day talking about all

manner of stories. He went through his life, talked about shark haters, and

insulted Nate in all the ways his mind could conceive. He spiced up the stories

with acts and games, using the toys as an engaging sort of distraction to gauge

Ava's reactions. Stiff. Somewhat cold. But willing to warm up to a new human

contact.

Chris knew what he had to do. He kicked off his sandals, pulled

his pants down over his naked butt, and jumped straight into the water. Ava

flinched away from him.

"Come on, girl. I'm all yours, to play, inspect, and do

whatever sharky things you can think of."

She swam around, still keeping her distance. Even in her own

domain, she was afraid. Nate must have been more of a bastard than he thought.

Chris remained patient though. He waited, watching the loops become smaller

until Ava finally had the courage to touch him.

She jerked back at the briefest contact, yet persistence was

the key. Chris encouraged her to approach, and slowly her retreats turned from

a few seconds to a few minutes. She poked and inspected every inch of Chris'

body, including his fabled jewels. He hoped the fish she ate sated her hunger

whenever he felt her nose upon his balls.

Ava no longer retreated. After she made sure this new human

had no means or intentions to hurt her, she remained near him, rubbing against

his body as she lazily circled around. Chris took that opportunity to touch the

shy female. Ava flinched at first, but the calming strokes soothed her nerves.

Soon, she became so relaxed, even swimming seemed a chore.

"Oh, you're tired now? Fine. I should leave you to rest."

Ava slapped her tail, poking into his ribs and rubbing her

head insistently along his torso.

"More rubs?"

She poked him again.

"You got it, sweetie."

Chris went all over her petite body. Ava remained quite

still until he ventured near her vent. That's when her tail shuddered in the

strangest of ways. Chris pulled his fingers back, but he realized he was too

late. Ava's whole frame shuddered. Puffs of cloudy fluid shot into the water,

making it murky with her rushing arousal.

"Did you just-"

She slid forth, pressing her needy slit into his fingers.

Chris knew exactly what she wanted. He inserted himself inside. The same heated

mess he found in Flow greeted him, only that Ava was considerably tighter. Like

with Flow, he rubbed her quickly and suddenly, working up her second orgasm.

While she clenched around his fingers, Chris came up with a wicked idea. He

grabbed the shark with both hands, and turned her upside down just before her

climax shot forth. Then, he buried his face into her slit, shot his tongue out,

and lapped at her juicy folds.

Ava writhed and quaked with delight. Streams of bittersweet

goo splashed on Chris' face. He licked and swallowed, spreading her walls apart

with both hands. Ava liked that. She came quicker and harder, going into a full

climactic frenzy once Chris added two fingers on each side to rub and push into

her sensitive folds. Ava pumped again, and again, giving everything she had

before she became completely limp.

Chris cleaned her fluids from her smooth skin, then rolled

her back. She shot right into him, rubbing in a frenzy of heated affection.

"You liked it. I know," Chris hugged her to his chest. "I'm

going to give you a lot more than that, sweet girl. I'm going to prove to you

that not all the humans are bad. Some may hurt you, yes, but others are willing

to go out of their way to love you."

He continued rubbing every bit of her body, going from fin

to fin, sliding along her magnificent tail, dipping one or two fingers inside

her slit. He wasn't sure if Ava understood words as well as her dolphin

cousins, yet Chris continued speaking. He praised and complimented her, rubbed

and kissed, until Ava became as docile and loving as a puppy.

Once night fell, he bargained with Mindy for another night

spent inside the aquarium. She was more than pleased to grant his request, in

exchange for a small favor. Chris had to tell her all about his experiences. At

first, it was a horrible trade-off. Then, Mindy sweetened the pot with her own

tales. Chris' curiosity couldn't handle this sort of deal. He accepted without

question and rushed towards Ava's tank right after he gave Flow a vigorous rub

around and inside that perfect slit of hers. She came hard and fast, just as

Chris liked it. Like he did with Ava, he turned Flow upside down at the height

of her climax, surprising both of them in the most pleasant and erotic manner

there ever was.

Thoughts of Flow's flowing juices got him rock hard on the

way to his other female. Ava slapped the tail and jumped around her tank with

glee. As soon as Chris dived in, she rubbed him in every way her nose and fins

could. The persistent touches around his cock were an obvious clue to the

female's burning need. Ava tried to take it in on her own by thrusting into it,

yet her smaller body was not exactly up to the task.

"I'll do it," Chris rubbed her sides. "Just lean into it,

love. You are going to like this quite a bit."

Ava froze as his arms moved around her. Chris grabbed her

dorsal fin with one hand and her tail with the other. Then, he thrust around

her soft belly, feeling for her warm slit. Once he found it, he gritted his

teeth and pushed himself in.

Ava's body rocked with raw need. Her walls spasmed like

crazy, already dribbling with healthy spurts of arousal. She lusted so much for

his touch that she orgasmed within the very first thrust.

Chris bit his tongue. Lasting against her heated folds was

one thing, but braving her depths while she spurted and came was a lot more

challenging. Still, he wanted to give it all to please her. So he steeled his

mind, bit his inner cheeks hard enough to draw blood, and tightened his grip on

Ava.

He thrust. Her folds squelched and spasmed, accommodating

for the rock hard length that invaded them. Chris' throat erupted with a feral

groan. He slid slowly and carefully, feeling her meat until he was all the way

in. Once there, he remained a couple of heartbeats to rest, then pulled back.

Ava was not making this easy. Gushes of fertile arousal washed over his cock on

the way out. Chris pounded them back in with a harder thrust. The liquid went

around his retreating foreskin to bathe the rest of his shaft. It was hot, and

gooey, and messy, tickling his balls with the promise of release.

Chris picked up his pace. He knew he couldn't last long at

this rate, so might as well make the best of it. His cock went in and out,

rubbing Ava in all the right ways. One orgasm rolled into the other. Soon, her

shivers picked, and her clenches strengthened. Chris couldn't handle the

oppressive tightness any longer. He buried himself all the way to his balls and

unleashed a feral cry as he burst into the needy female. Ropes of fertile cum

splashed inside Ava's needy womb. One by one she suckled them, offering her own

liquid lust in exchange.

Chris was in bliss. He writhed and moaned, massaging around

her erupting slit while his toes curled with bliss and his eyes closed under

pleasure's tidal strain. Cumming inside a female felt unbearably good. His

essence poured out fast and strong, emptying his balls until they ached. Even

then, Chris remained lodged inside Ava's tight sanctuary, feeding her appetite

for a mate with everything he had.

Only when his cock went completely flaccid Chris dared to

pull out. He crashed with his back against the basin's wall, rubbing Ava's head

with suave strokes.

"Even I didn't cum so hard on my first time. You must have

been deprived of a lot of things to lust for a mate for so long," he spoke

calmly. "No matter. I have the whole night ahead of me, and I'm going to spend

every minute of it in your presence. I'm going to mate you, and fill you with

the love and happiness you longed for all these years."

Ava pressed herself tighter onto his crotch. She really

wanted more, and Chris had every intention to spoil her to the point of

exhaustion.

He mated her five times that night, thrice with his fingers,

once with his tongue, and the last time with his member. Ava was in bliss. She

swam around her tank for half an hour to spend her excess energy while Chris

dozed off on the edge of the pool. He had the sense to cover himself with his

clothes before falling asleep, even though that didn't help as much as he

anticipated. Like last time, he woke to Mindy's inquisitive stare, and to an embarrassing

morning erection.

"Looks like our resident shark isn't the only one who's

happy," Mindy crouched on her knees. "Spill the beans now. C'mon."

"Mindy..." Chris groaned as he pulled himself up on his bum,

piling his white short sleeved shirt on top of his poking member. "What do you

want me to say?"

"Everything! Tell me how they feel. Tight? Hot? Better than

a woman?"

Chris scratched his head. "Ugh, really? Are we doing this

now?"

"Best moment there is, Chris. Don't forget that you owe me,

and I'm not talking about employer-employee sex. Gosh that would be gross."

"Hah, thank you!" Chris chuckled. "Glad to hear you've such

a high opinion of me."

She shrugged. "You know what I mean," she said, leaning her

head closer to his lips, then tilting just enough to present one of her ears.

"An order of sexy shark encounters, please. And make it long."

Chris knew he had no way out of this. With a heavy sigh, he

crossed his legs and waved for Mindy to sit next to him. "Might get yourself

comfortable. This is going to last quite a bit."

She dropped on the ground with a large grin. "Oh, I kinda

like lasting climaxes. So, how did it start?"

With several innocent attempts at playing, adorable rubs,

hugs, and cuddling. Chris went in detail about the intimate encounters, leaving

nothing out. From the moistened heat of her walls to the shuddering spasm of

her orgasm, Chris told Mindy everything about the climactic bliss that oozed

out of him at the peak of his pleasure. Ava ate his seed with gusto, drawing it

deep inside her womb before she started poking and rubbing and being a lovely

pest.

Mindy's eyes became progressively wider as Chris continued

with his other tales. She gasped when his story finished, rearranging her legs

in quite the bizarre way.

"Uhm...yeah. Fascinating. Maybe you should write a book about

it."

"Definitely," Chris looked away. Mindy was obviously

aroused, from a story he told. Getting his boss horny with an interspecies

mating was not what normal people did, and even Chris felt a tad exposed for

being so loose with this subject.

"I'll take my leave then."

"So soon?" Chris asked, still looking away.

"I have a loaded day. Chris?"

He shuddered when her hand met his shoulder.

"Bit jumpy."

"Just cold," he smiled apologetically. "Anything else I can

do for you?"

"Nah. Just be yourself," Mindy patted his neck for a few

seconds before her hand pulled back. "Catch ya later!"

Chris watched her leave on those clacking sandals of hers.

"Ehm, Mindy?"

"Hmh?" she turned around.

"I need another night here. There's a surprise I'm planning

for you. A big one."

"Room's yours. Any room," she empathized with a smile. "Just

don't run naked on the corridors. We got cameras there, and while I'm sure your

bum is in good shape, the rest of the staff won't think highly of such..."

"Perversion?"

"Meant to say courage, or excitement, but whatevs," Mindy

shook her head. "Have fun with your females. Gosh, I loved to see Ava today.

She's never been this happy in years. Your charms work, Mr Cargo Pants. Keep it

up!"

Chris smiled to himself as her rambling voice went farther

and farther from him. Mindy was such a sweetheart. She definitely deserved a

bit of love as well. Chris thought a bit on that topic as he dressed in his clothes

and headed to Private Tank nr 3B, or as he knew it, Flow's home.

He found the dolphin jumping and slapping the water with her

tail as soon as she saw him. Chris unburdened himself from his clothes and

jumped straight in. Flow embraced him with her fins as soon as that happened.

"H-hey!" Chris hugged her tight. "I missed you too, girl.

Missed your...ghah. You're being extra feisty this morning."

Flow cackled happily, humping harder and faster into Chris'

crotch. She almost got herself penetrated on his cock if Chris didn't take

himself inside his own hand. His throat erupted with a mighty groan when that

happened. His own hand was rough and cold unlike the dolphin's heated

sanctuary.

"Can't. We can't. Not now," Chris said, jaws tense, eyebrows

locked in a mean frown. His sweetheart wasn't the type to relent. She rubbed

her slit against his knuckles, working the hard flesh lining her walls into

overdrive.

"Flow, stop it.

Please. They'll see!"

She didn't listen.

Chris bit his inner cheek, unlatched his fingers, then

delved deep into Flow's eager slit. The female thrust savagely against the

piercing force. In the span of a second, Chris slid all the way inside. Flow

was dripping wet down there. Squirts of liquid heat gushed out from her

cavernous depth, gooey and thick. She must have lusted for him for hours, to be

so heated and lubricated. Flow nibbled and rubbed around his chest, pressing

herself tighter against his body.

Chris hugged her with his available arm and worked quickly

with the other. He twisted and scratched, caressed and poked, aiming for a

quick and satisfying orgasm. In her aroused state, it didn't take long at all

for Flow to spill her desire. She shuddered and shook, maw erupting with

blissful wails. Spurt after spurt of female liquescence washed over Chris' half

numb fingers. He flexed tightly, then bloomed inside the female's clamping

walls, stretching her with mind numbing jolts. Flow enjoyed that immensely,

judging by how desperately she humped into the caressing hand. Once her orgasm

lessened, Chris pumped in and out of her slit, driving her into another

blissful frenzy before she finally calmed down.

"Liked that?" he kissed her nose repeatedly. "How much? Kiss

me sweetly, dear."

Flow poked his lips, again and again, bristling with

ecstasy.

Chris slowly pulled back from her flesh. The water's cold

touch was unpleasant to his skin, yet quite welcomed by the thumping pain that

wracked his joints. Pleasuring a dolphin was by no means a simple task.

"We're going to visit someone today, Flow. A shark. I know

you have your own reservations regarding their species, but this one is kind,

and warm, and cute. You should see her tail. It's like...huge, like this!" Chris

spread his arms apart, nodding happily.

Flow shook her head and slapped her tail at the mention of

another female, making Chris smile all the brighter.

"What, you jealous?" he poked her nose. "You've got no

reason to be. I assure you."

Flow thrust her slimy nose into his lips, hard enough to

push past his teeth, and straight inside his mouth.

"Ngmmm. Phlow...geth....jhlust...."

It was pointless. Fins wrapped around his body, eyes fixed

on him, Flow made her point quite clear. She was his, and he was hers, no

matter what.

Chris tongue tickled her nose and even grazed at it. Nothing

worked against the stubborn Flow until he sought her slit once again. A bit of

prodding around her most sensitive parts made her throat burst with a hearty

whistle. Chris took advantage of the distraction. He launched himself back,

then fought off Flow's persistent kissing attempts as she tried to re-assert

her dominance.

"Listen. Flow. Please listen. I'm begging you for crying out

loud!"

The words failed to get to her for a while. Only after his

skin became flushed and his arms burned with fatigue she relented from her

assault.

"Finally," Chris reached to grab her dorsal fin, and stroke

her neck with the other. "I don't know why you're so freaking stubborn. Do you

want to be the best in show or not?"

Flow dipped her head, slapping the water hard enough to pelt

both their bodies with translucent drops.

"Good. That's what I'm talking about. We'll show them how

beautiful and graceful you are, but to do so we need another contestant. Pairs

of two. That's the secret. And no. Don't look at me with those sweet eyes. I'm

only training you," Chris tickled her nose. "Trainers stay out of the pool. You

will remain inside with Ava. That's the shark I am going to introduce you to."

Flow looked the other way. She wasn't terribly enthusiastic

about this joint venture. Maybe she had her reasons to. Perhaps sharks were

mean to her in the past. As much as Chris wanted to spend more time convincing

her, he simply lacked the time.

After he enflamed her happiness with a reinvigorating

massage, Chris led Flow through the winding tubes connecting each tank. Metal

doors separated them. It was more practical to move one resident from one tank

to the other during the cleaning procedures or contests. That made Chris' job

easier. He still had to get out and manually open the hatches, but it took only

a few minutes to get to Ava's tank instead of a couple of hours.

Chris stopped before hatch 7S, tracing the shark symbol

under Flow's inquisitive gaze. He looked at her, nodded his head, then pointed

up. Flow led him to the water's surface for a quick breath of air.

"Almost there. Do you promise to behave?"

She nodded her head quickly and dived back down. Chris hit

the button. The door blasted open. He extended a hand towards Flow's dorsal

fin, yet she surged out of his reach with impossible speed. Chris cursed,

getting a mouthful of water in the process. He clamped his mouth shut and

started forward, to the shark that retreated into the furthest corner of her

tank at the sight of the invading dolphin.

Chris pushed himself forward. He kicked the water, grabbed

and pulled, cursing the limitations posed by his human body. Flow didn't only

corner Ava. She circled around her, poking different parts of her body in a

mocking challenge to get her to defend herself.

Chris frowned and pushed through the water's surface. "Flow.

Flow, stop! She's a friend. Don't be the mean bully nobody likes!"

The sound of his voice brushed away Ava's lassitude. She

dived under Flow, using her powerful tail to outrace her on the way to her

favorite human. Chris extended his arms, grabbing onto her for only a fickle

second. Flow grabbed Ava by the tail, pulling her back, then hugged Chris for

herself. Ava wasn't going to let this be. She slapped her tail into the water,

then attacked Flow with sharp prods of her pointy nose.

"Girls, please. Don't fight over me. There's enough Chris

for both of you!"

Like they listened. They took the fight away from Chris as

soon as he tried splitting them apart. He helplessly watched how they circled

around the tank, like predator and prey. Sometimes Flow had the advantage.

Other times, Ava's smaller constitution allowed her to land the most blows. One

thing was certain. Chris hated seeing them argue like starved puppies over a

meal.

"A meal..." he mumbled. He scrambled out of the tank. The fish

bucket was just around the corner. Chris lunged for it, then threw it over his

head. A pile of fish fell into the water, distracting the bantering females.

"Lunch time!" Chris dived back in. Flow and Ava took their

conflict into a feeding frenzy, competing over who ate the most fish. Chris

smiled wickedly at that.

"Tasty, right? Would be a real shame to feed you minnows

instead of these tasty groupers. And that's what I'm going to do, if you two

keep arguing. I am going to keep all these fishies for myself. That's right. No

more tasty meals for either of you."

His two girls might have been busy gorging themselves, yet

once the fishies disappeared down their throats, they became a lot more

receptive to Chris' words. Taking a side each, they split the human between

themselves, each nosing, rubbing, and enjoying a hand and foot each.

"See? You can work together if you put differences aside.

Why fight, when you can just reap the pleasure?"

They both slapped the water eagerly at the mention of

pleasure, bringing a wicked smile on Chris' face. It was time to put his plan

into action. With each hand he delved under their smooth bellies, rubbing

playfully until he approached their respective genders. Flow whistled

gleefully, showing off her easily excitable nature. Ava lacked such noisy

display, though her swishing tail and her jerking fins made up for that. No

matter what species they were, both of them craved for what was to come.

Chris slowly penetrated their respective slits. Flow's

muscles clamped as soon as he entered. She sucked him in with eager spasms,

rubbing into his chest, while Ava created ripples under the water's surface.

Her fins shook, her tail trembled, and her muscles quivered violently. In the

span of a few seconds, she loosened her bliss, pumping out wave after wave of

cloudy spurts into the clear water.

"Ghh. So fast..." Chris circled and pushed into her oozing

vent. He wanted to prolong her climax as long as he could, yet he never thought

Flow might take an interest in the shark's blissful ordeal. She slithered her

nose through the cloudy haze, advancing slowly until she met Chris' pumping

fingers.

"Leave her. You're going...going to get bitten."

Flow wasn't the kind to let go. Her inquisitive nose poked

and prodded around the shark's squirming walls. She must have enjoyed the heat,

the smell or the taste, for her own muscles started into an uncontrollable fit

of pure bliss.

Flow pulled apart just before she climaxed, leaving Chris

bewildered and dazed by her bizarre attitude. Instead of enjoying her well

earned share, Flow slid above Ava's still form. She aligned herself almost

perfectly with her smaller cousin, advancing with slow, measured movements of

her tail until her vent kissed Ava's dorsal fin. It was smooth, tapered, and

just the right size for a horny dolphin's slit. With a sharp plunge, Flow

impaled herself down. Ava panicked. She pumped her tail with four strong

strokes, surging away from Chris in an instant.

"What the... is she...? No. That's not happening. That is not

happening!" Chris mumbled as he watched Flow soak the water with her orgasmic

fluids. Ava allowed her to hump her back for a couple of spurts, then rolled

over, meeting the dolphin belly to belly. Their fins grabbed at one another and

their tails entwined, slapping furiously with an up and down motion.

Chris' mouth hung. They were humping each other, slapping

their slits against one another in the frenzied display of sheer bliss. Flow's

climax kept going strong, and Ava certainly enjoyed the heated treat. Chris bit

into a clenched fist. This was unbelievably hot; to see two females sharing

their most intimate fluids.

Once Flow spent herself, she swam alongside Ava. The two

nosed and rubbed against each other, touching fins, tails, noses. Nothing

remained shrouded in mystery, not even their tails. Flow found a clever use for

Ava's exquisitely long tail. She deliberately trailed behind to push herself

into that hard shark appendage. She took half the length in a single thrust. To

make things better, Ava swished her tail while half of it was still inside

Flow, rubbing her flesh hard and fast.

"She's gonna cum," Chris mumbled as his rock hard member

bobbed in the lukewarm water, begging to be inside something as warm and wet as

Flow's slit. "Fuck, she's gonna cum again."

He wasn't wrong. A few thrusts was all it took for Flow to

spill herself for the third time. She poked her snout through the water's

surface, crying out her shuddering bliss. Ava jerked her tail up, thrusting

like a needy male inside Flow's spasming walls, increasing her wails to an

unbearably high pitch.

Flow rolled mid climax, unable to withstand such tremendous

pleasure. As soon as she did that, Ava came above her to hump her dorsal fin

and get her own release. She might have been small and lazy, yet pleasure was a

wild ride for any living being, no matter the species. Flow's fertile scent

awakened Ava's lust. She desperately thrust into anything she found, be it a

dorsal fin, a normal fin, or a tail. Flow pushed Ava against a wall and rammed

nose-first into her slit. She rubbed, and thrust, and jerked around, causing

the smaller shark to tremble with elation.

Chris swam closer, arriving just in time to witness Ava's

bursting climax. Spears of milky fluid shot from her slit. Some entered Flow's trembling

maw, while others expanded and faded into the water.

"She's eating her... Flow's eating her pussy... and I get to

watch..."

Chris counted himself the luckiest man on the planet. He was

probably the first man to ever witness this behavior. Although he was severely

tempted to join the feast with either a tongue or a finger, he allowed the two

girls to finish their business. Ava's climax tapered with short bursts. Flow

still rubbed around, coaxing a few more weaker spurts before Ava's tight slit

sealed shut.

Flow pulled back. With enough room to maneuver, the gleeful

shark rounded her dolphin friend, touching her with obvious affection.

Chris smiled at the display. He was happy to see how

effective pleasure was at bonding the two of them, yet at the same time his

erection gave him a pounding problem. Watching his beloved mates spill

themselves right before his eyes brought Chris helplessly close to the edge of

delight. His crotch felt so tense, almost ready to spill the great burden

welling behind his rock hard shaft.

He shook his head, swimming towards the dolphins. "Alright,

you two. Who's up for playing catch?"

Ava was. Chris's eyes widened. His arms grabbed around her

middle, failing to stop her curious nose from poking around his sensitive head.

"H-hey. That's not...it's not a very good game, is it?"

To a needy female, mating was the best game there ever was.

Ava didn't stop until she pushed the foreskin over the bulging head. Chris

winced when she touched around it. Her delicate nose felt less inviting than

her walls.

"Done exploring?"

Ava pulled back. Chris sighed with relief, then gasped when

Flow took her place. She too did her fair share of exploring, touching his

cock, poking into his balls, and ramming her nose up his butt. Chris slapped

the water, cursing out loud.

"Sheesh. Just...lets play. I need to train both of you for the

contest," he mumbled while Flow slid between his legs. "It's really important

to me. More important than...gah," Chris coughed, scrunching his eyes shut.

"It's...mrfff...it's warm. It's..."

He looked down to see what felt so damn good, and came face

to face with Flow's clattering snout. She touched the human on his lips with

the tip of her nose. Chris hugged her, kissing her sweetly.

"I love you too, girl. I-"

His breath stuck in his throat. With a single jerk, Flow's

perfectly aligned body caused his member to sink inside her heated folds.

"Ghmmmm!" the human's throat erupted with a feral growl. His

sensitive cock was not made to be squeezed so harshly upon penetration. Flow

wasn't even moving that much. Her muscles did all the work, pounding against

each other and slapping their oozing flesh against Chris' trapped member.

"So good. Feels so freaking good," he whispered as he kissed

his mate over and over again.

Ava circled them both. She wanted a taste of affection, yet

she didn't know where to fit until Chris wriggled his open arms.

"C'mere. Big hug."

Flow whistled in his ear, almost deafening him. Chris' eyes

shot open when his balls slammed against Flow's slit, thanks to the hard shove

that followed. His member went all the way in, and his hands tightened their

grip around the new arrival. Ava pressed herself tight onto Flow's back, making

her way towards the human's chest.

Chris hugged them both in a fierce embrace and held onto

them for dear life. She loved his females a lot more than he loved himself.

That's why, even in the throes of his pleasure, he snuck his fingers inside

Ava's clamping slit. He found her warm and eager to be penetrated.

Chris thrust, first with his cock, then with his hand. He

wished he had two cocks to mate them at the same time. Spill his seed into both

their wombs. Show them just how much they meant to him. Yet that wasn't

possible, so he kept pounding into Flow's squirming pussy, heating up her song

while his fingers expertly wriggled inside the shark's narrow walls.

His blood heated so much that even the surrounding water

felt warm. With a feral cry, Chris loosened himself into Flow's passage. He

shot his seed strong and fast, emptying his balls into his mate's milking

caress. Flow thrust into his crotch to quicken the flow of seed, encouraging

Ava to do the same. Chris pounded, and grabbed and scratch, feeling the shark's

heated jets upon his numb fingers.

She came. They all did. With his eyes sealed shut, his arms

firmly wrapped around his sweetest females, and his spurting cock washed by

waves of overflowing heat, Chris rode the waves of bliss until his member ran

dry. Even then, he remained inside, dozing off to the sweet song and the warmth

of his mates.

He woke up a bit later, going about his schedule as

promised. Flow and Ava worked wonderfully together. Chris trained them until

night fell. That's when he mated Ava, rewarding her with his hot essence while

he pleasured flow with his fingers. She was a bit jealous of the strings of cum

escaping through the shark's slit, but Chris offered Flow no reason to remain

that way. After a tender group hug, they each parted ways. Flow and Ava

remained in their tank, while Chris returned to his home for the first time in

three days.

Lars answered the door.

"Dude, where the fuck have you been?"

"Working," Chris said, peeking around the corners. "Mind if

I enter?"

"Yeah. I do mind," Lars approached, smug as ever. "I need to

ask again, or am I going to get a bullshit lie from you?"

"I was at the aquarium, Lars. Jeez. Just look at my freaking

clothes."

"Thug clothes, yo. Makes everyone with half a brain

suspicious. Mom was worried sick. Thought you went out with some gangsters to

make real stacks."

Chris scoffed at how ridiculous that sounded.

"Don't you 'peh' at me, water boy."

"What do you want me to do, then? I can't even enter my

freaking house!"

"Oh, you can," Lars stepped aside. "We can't keep the new IT

guy out of his crib."

Chris froze. He slowly turned around to Lars' stupid grin

and stupider head bobs.

"Yep. I mad you a man. Got you a real job, bro."

"Wh-what?"

Lars slapped his arm harder. "I got some idiot framed and

fired. You got his job. Buckle up. You're starting tomorrow."

He left, just like that, leaving Chris more confused than he

was in his entire life.

"Lars. Lars!"

No answer. Chris climbed the stairs to his room, opened the

door, and pointed a finger at his brother's dumb smile. "I'm not working for

you."

"That's what they all say, bro. Chill. It's easy money. I

took care of you."

"That's the point. I don't need your help, your advice, or

your shity job!"

"The fuck was that?" Lars got onto his feet, scratching his

head. "The fuck did I hear, bro?"

Chris took a step back. A surge of apprehension washed

through his body, and he was quite sure that had to do with Lars' bulging arms,

and the way he crossed them over his muscular chest.

"I'm...I'm happy with my job, Lars. I don't earn fat stacks,

but I'm happy. I love-"

His words disappeared with the thunderclap of an almighty

slap. Chris' head slammed into the door's frame, hard enough to disorientate

him for a few seconds.

"You love what?" Lars had his big hand around his throat in

an instant. "Say it again, bro. I dare you. I double dare you, motherfucker!"

"The dolphins," Chris struggled to speak. "I love the dolphins.

And my boss. She-"

Another slap whipped his face from one side to the other,

sharper than a whip's sting.

"Your life is HERE. Your future is HERE! You are going to

get the IT job, or I'm gonna get violent," Lars pointed with a finger right

between Chris' scared little eyes.

Chris nodded. "I'll get it," he whispered. "Just...I'll get

it. I promise."

Lars smiled. "Good. That's good," he pulled his hand back.

"You know it's the right choice. Father always-"

He was too stupid and proud to expect a retaliation. Chris

summoned all the strength he had inside his fist, smashing it into his

brother's crotch.

"Ghloooaaaah!" Lars' words mingled into a storm of groans

and screams as he collapsed on the ground in a ball of misery and pain.

"Never call me brother again. Keep your job. Earn your

money. Pay your debts, but keep me out of this," Chris snarled. "Now, if you'll

excuse me, I have a contest to win."

Chris rushed down the stairs like a storm. He didn't get the

savings he stashed inside the lapdragon statue, nor he bothered collecting

trifles and clothes. Everything he needed waited for him at the aquarium. With

two loving females, a supportive boss, and plenty of friendly colleagues, Chris

already had the best life a man could earn.

And money were not part of that equation.

END NOTESLars is such a bastard, isn't he? He thinks he knows better

than everyone and actively manipulates those around him. Good thing Chris has

better places to spend his time at. He really has a great life at his job, in

that regard living many people's dreams.

Do you guys think he'll win the competition? Or will Lars

takes his revenge on Chris and get in the way of his happiness?

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