An Afternoon at Sea
Tyge glided craftily through the seaweed that rose around him, his dark gray back facing the surface, his lighter underbelly the sandy ocean floor. His muscled tail spun the water in spirals behind him as he swam speedily forward. He ran his eyes across the sandy bottom, but spotted very little fish. He wasn't hungry, anyways. He was bored. His sixteen-year-old body felt like it could swim forever, but after minutes of underwater swimming he felt his muscles begin to ache for air. He kept swimming though, waiting until the ocean was a spinning blue blur. His head was aching so badly he had a hard time finding his way to the surface before he could finally take a breath. He floated idly, his fit body's muscles throbbing as oxygen flowed back into them through his blood.
As the males' head quit spinning he prepared to take another deep breath and submerge again, but just as her was about to dunk his head for another dizzying swim he spotted something young, brown, and cute floating in a seaweed nest no more then an eighth of a mile north-northeast of him. His head rose back above the surface again until it was completely out of the water and he began to swim slowly over towards the other sea mammal.
She was a young sea otter, only six or seven years old. She laid on her back in her seaweed nest, holding a laughably small rock in her little paws, swinging it down at her belly in startlingly quick revolutions. On her belly the shell of a small oyster was smashed, leaving her to chew and swallow the little goody that was held inside it. He was approaching her from her bottom, the bottoms of her feet facing him. As he got closer to her he could see that when her tail flicked to the left, as it did habitually every few seconds, it exposed a glorious view of her cute little cunny. Her legs drifted apart from each other a little ways, floating half on the seaweed and half in the water.
The almost adult sized dolphin could feel an anxious tingle build in his gut, and he swam slowly over towards the little girl. His eyes moved from her girly place to her legs, then arms. He continued to swim around her until he was facing her right side. The young otter was still completely wrapped up in getting her meal from within its pearly shell when the dolphin made his quick move.
Flicking his tail he moved under water. He swam beneath her slowly, and then with another flick he drove himself upwards at fairly quick speed. As he breached the previously calm water in a spasm of white foam and seaweed, he scooped up the unsuspecting fur from the water in his strong arms, before landing on his back with her on his belly.
The startled otter slid down the dolphin's hard chest and sat upon his belly, quite shaken. The dolphin smiled broadly to her, "Hello," he said, one of his sea mammal paws lifting some hair out of the otter's face, "my name is Tyge."
"Hello..." the little otter said, eyes wide with surprise, her breathing quick and light.
Picking some of the seaweed off of her shoulders, the dolphin spoke again, "What might your name be?"
The little otter muttered something undistinguishable, then cleared her throat and spoke again, "I'm Cyan."
Though she was still plenty excited, Tyge could see she was starting to calm, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Cyan." He accompanied this remark with a bigger smile yet, extending his flipper-like paw as if for a shake.
Tentatively the girl reached for his paw, release a soft giggle as she shook with the slippery appendage, "Thank you, Sir."
"Sir?" chuckled Tyge. She had better manners then he did! "You can call me whatever you like, darling, but I would prefer Tyge, or Tye."
With an endearing little bob of her head the otter nodded. "Okay Tye," she said, having now seemed to warmed up in light of the dolphin's pleasant attitude. Amazing how quickly most young changed their minds about things.
Her fur felt soft against his pale underbelly. She had slid down his body a little so that now she straddled him not far above his phallus-slit. Despite the fact of how far his testes were inlaid along the inside of his slit, Tyge could not help but shutter as her warm, soft crotch rubbed against the erogenous zone where she sat. "So, Cyan, what are you doing out here?" the male asked, smiling still. Though the expression was diminishing slowly in size.
"Nothing much, Tye," she giggled again, and he could tell she liked saying his name, "I was just eating some stuff."
The dolphin smiled fighting hard to keep the warm young pup off of his slit, from which his thick, curved erection was beginning to grow from. "I see," he said, chuckling softly to her. The subtle rise and fall of his stomach caused her to slide down him stomach a little. He couldn't keep his arousal secret much longer.
Letting his body slip into the water, the otter pup began half treading water, half resting on the seaweed, a fair amount of which was still under them, "Do you like games, Cyan?" he asked, swimming around behind her in a slow circle, the slippery plants about him merely running across his skin but not catching.
Cyan, tried to follow him with her head only, craning her neck behind her to see him as he left his view, and then snapping her head around so that she could see him from over her other shoulder. "I love games," she grinned.
"That's good! I have a great game," he said, floating idly in the water in front of her, keeping his malehood under the water along with his pelvis. He frowned slightly, though, playing to how he thought the little cub would react most. "I don't know, actually...It's kind of a big girl game. I don't think you could play it."
The young cubs mouth gaped open with the unexpected blow to her age. Out of habit, from when the older otters told her that she was too young to play their games, she defended her age, "I'm not too young! I'm six years old!"
"I don't know..."
"I'm a big girl," she almost yelled, obviously flustered at the thought of her new playmate leaving so soon, "I really am!"
Tyge looked at her as though he was deep in thought, though every second that slipped by really seemed like an hour. At long last, he gave a slight nod, the lips upon his muzzle lifting again in a smile, "Alright, I think we can play," he laughed softly, but not at her "seeing as how you are such a big girl and all."
Giggling once again, Cyan gave an absolutely giant grin. She swam over to the bigger male's head, only eight or ten inches from him. "What's the game?" She asked him, still grinning from one furry ear to another.
The male twisted around her in a slight curve, speaking with a friendly smirk. "It's called it sucky-sucky."
The otter looked curiously at him, slightly widened eyes expressing her inquisitiveness. She floated up on her back, looking down her belly at him, "Is it like tag?" she asked. Tag was the pup's favorite game to play with her mates.
The male dolphin didn't answer with words, instead he allowed himself to float closer to the surface now, Tyge's member broke through the water into sight of the pup. Her eyes practically flew to it, the bright pink of the flesh a startling contrast to his pale white underbelly. For a long few seconds Tyge let her look at his pride without interruption.
"That's my eel," he said matter-of-factly, as though it was nothing too out of the ordinary.
Though it remained a mystery to the otter as to why, a slight flush came to her cheeks at the sight of the male's eel. For some reason staring at it felt embarrassing. Although, she also felt a surge or anticipation in the pit of her stomach at the same time.
"How you play is you put my eel in your mouth," he said, gripping the tip with two thickly webbed digits as if to demonstrate her mouth, "then you see how much you can get down your throat while sucking on it." His paw followed his instructions, running down his length to the base. "If you use your tongue at the same time you might even win! You know you've won if you get a big surprise."
Slowly the otter raised her head as if to make eye contact with Tyge, but her eyes remained glued to his tool until the at last she tore her gaze free, "I don't like eating eel. It wiggles a lot."
"That's okay, honey, this is a different kind of eel," the dolphin assured her. "It only wiggles a little bit," he added, leaving out its amazing ability to shoot semen.
Feeling the edges of her lips tugged up in a smile, the pup nodded, "Alright, let's play!"
Tyge let out a hearty chuckle, nodding his head the way only a dolphin is capable. He watched as the young pup clambered on top of him, straddling his tail below his erection. She lowered her head down towards his member, seawater dripping from her whiskers and chin, splattering with the softest of sounds on his skin. She slowly slipped her lips over the tip of his erection, the nerves sending an almost electric jolt to the dolphin's head. He resisted the urge to buck his hips, not wanting to scare off the scamp. She slid her short muzzle down over the increasing girth of the erection, and with surprising ease, passed the tip down her throat, sucking hard all the while.
"Damn, you're good at this game..." the male said in a low, intense voice. The pup pushed her tongue against the bottom of his length with a good amount of pressure as she pushed her muzzle down clear to the base of him. The ability of a sea mammal hold their breath for long amounts of time was finding a great secondary use here. Not to mention the completely controllable gag reflex that came along with chocking down eel, seaweed, and other raw and stringy foods meal after meal.
With her eyes clenched tightly shut, Cyan kept her nose pressed firmly to the dolphins belly flesh, tears running out the crack of her closed eyes as her gag reflex acted up for a few moments. A shuddering wave of pleasure pushed through Tyge, his organ tightening tightly in her throat. He hadn't expected her to take to this so quickly, it made him wonder if all otters were talented so. Tyge ran his hands down the back of her neck and head, ruffling her fur idly.
For anyone who has ever been sixteen, it's obvious that the juvenile could not last too long in the hospitable environment that the pup had provided him. Though it seemed like an hour to the otter, Tyge was shaking with the lustful need he had not long after four minutes. He groaned, feeling the girl's never-ending pattern of suck, swallow. The tip of the male's erection flared, causing him to cry out in a deep voice, the masculine side of his body taking charge during his orgasm. The otter choked down a jet-stream torrent of the male's seed, gagging wildly around his cock. She pulled quickly off of his member, sputtering out the thick white goo as he finished coming on her forehead and muzzle.
Breathing in the sweet ocean air in quick pants, semen dribbled from the otter pup's chin into the ocean and onto her play partner. She looked up at Tyge's face with her eyes, looking very surprised, and perhaps a little bitter about the surprise. She made a hoarse burping sound, and coughed up a glop of juice onto the male's stomach.
Tyge chuckled gently, the endorphins rushing through his system making his head feel light, "Alright, Cyan," he paused, breathing almost as hard as she was. "You definitely win that round. No doubt in my mind..." he finished, his words coaxing a smile from the little pup.