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Gamma Lambda Phi is an exclusive frat. You'd heard they are notorious for making their pledges jump through hoops to get in, and that turns out to not be an exaggeration.

"Sneak into the dolphin enclosure," Jack said. "Skinny-dip with the dolphins. Double points if you get to bone one before you leave."

You shake your head. He's dead serious. "How will you know if I do? I could just lie."

"I'll know," he says with a grin. "You're not the first guy to do it. Dolphins aren't like humans."

With that he clammed up and just looked at you expectantly. Time to decide how much you want in.

You want in pretty badly and the security at the park isn't very good. Or at least it is well known. Jack shows you a map with camera positions and fields of view. The frat must sneak in here all the time. Even the guard's patrol routes are noted.

"That's right." He nods. "We go out of our way to recruit veterinary students who intern here. Sometimes they drop out of the frat and we never hear from them again, guilt I guess, but it keeps us in the know."

Ten minutes later you're over the fence and into the concrete enclosures. In the dim moonlight you find the signs hard to make out. Luckily they have animals painted on them. That's a sea lion or seal, you're not sure what the difference is really, that's an otter, that must be the tide pool exhibit...ah! Dolphin.

The dolphins turn out to have several huge pools. You watch the lazy movements of fins as they appear and disappear and work out that two of the pools have multiple dolphins whereas the smallest pool just has one. You pull on your goggles and rather reluctantly slip out of your shorts. A deal's a deal.

The water is colder than you expected. You shiver as you get used to it and watch a fin pass slowly by as the dolphin rises to take a breath. It's a lot bigger than you expected, almost twice as long as you are tall.

The dolphin doesn't seem to know you are there and you slide underwater, getting used to the even dimmer light here. Once more the dolphin slips past, silent and powerful in the water. This time it's close enough to touch and you reach out to feel smooth, rubbery skin. Not slimy like a fish, but perfectly smooth.

The touch wakes the dolphin from its doze and it turns in the water. A beady eye blinks at you and it chirps. You're pretty sure it pings you with sonar too. It looks you over, loses interest and turns away.

Technically you've done what you set out to do but you want those double points. Dolphins are supposed to be horny, right? You slide your hand under it as it turns and feel a slit in the rubbery skin go by, followed by a second. You just have time to poke your fingers into the second slit before it's out of reach.

That gets its attention. The dolphin jerks in the water and swims in a tight circle to look at you once more. It tilts sideways in the water and somehow manages to communicate "You're not my type" before turning away once more with a flick of a foreflipper.

One more try and you give up. The dolphin doesn't see you as a threat and you again manage to swim close before it is out of reach. This time you push your fingers into the upper slit and find something there. The dolphin, it seems, is male. Not that you know much about them but though it is weird and bendy that felt like a penis.

The dolphin pulls out of reach with an irritated flick of its flukes and doubles back toward you. Peering through your goggles you note with alarm how much speed it's picking up. It's even bigger than you realized, too. You hold up your hands in way of apology. You didn't mean to -

Too late. As the fast moving torpedo of dolphin rushes in there is a sudden flash of pink and white as it yawns. The long narrow maw slams into your face and small sharp teeth made for gripping fish scrape your skin. For a moment you're stunned and when you recover all is dark. Slick flesh grips your face, squeezing your goggles against your eye sockets, and something like a spiked bear trap pins your upper arms to your chest.

What the heck is going on? You blink, trying to see, but there is just a vague suggestion of fleshy folds pushing in against your face. Its almost pitch black. And what is jabbing you in the shoulders? You try to squirm free, but the pokey things are pointed inward and threaten to dig in if you try too hard.

You should have tried. Confused, you don't realize what is happening until a great contraction in the surrounding flesh grabs your head and shoulders and pulls you deeper. The creak of tendons as the dolphin yawns unnaturally wide finally clues you in as to what is happening and it's already too late to do anything about it.

The dolphin swallows heavily and suddenly the bear trap of inward-slanting teeth is jabbing into your wrists. With one huge gulp it thrust itself forward and engulfed you to the waist. Hot slippery throat pressed in from all sides and your head is so far down its throat you feel the dolphin's pulse drumming through you.

You didn't mean to piss it off. It was all in fun! You kick and squirm, but its throat has too firm a grip. All you can do is thrash the water with your legs as it arches, tenses, and swallows again. Its throat grips and squeezes, pushing you still further into its body, and your face pops past a muscular valve into someplace you'd absolutely rather not be.

You'd rather be anywhere but inside a dolphin. And you'd pick the dolphin's throat over where your face is now. With that gulp your head slithered into wet folds of tissue sloshing with thick hot slime. The dolphin's digestive juices go to work at once and you redouble your efforts to escape. The sting as the acids start their work tells you exactly what is going to happen to you if you don't get it to cough you up. The short term issue is running out of air. The longer term one is ending up as dolphin shit. You'd prefer to avoid both.

You put all your strength into your struggle. It isn't nearly enough. All your squirming just makes the dolphin twitch in the water. It's several times your weight and a mass of muscle under that smooth rubbery skin. Inside that skin and muscle, stretched out in its throat is a man who doesn't want to be there and definitely doesn't want to go still further down its gullet.

The dolphin's opinion is different and it has the deciding vote. With a last heavy gulp you slide helplessly down its throat, your neck and shoulders following your face into the long sloshing chamber of dolphin stomach. There is some sort of strange double valve wrapped around your elbows where the throat ends but you have bigger problems than the peculiarities of cetacean anatomy. Namely, the fact that if it doesn't cough you up your are on the express route through its digestive tract.

The dolphin relaxes after that final gulp, even though your toes still brush its back teeth and your legs are stretched out in its throat. It can't fit any more of you into its stomach. It doesn't need to. Thick digestive mucus coats the stomach walls and it's working on you even as you struggle. A dolphin's stomach know what to do with meat. Even human meat, it turns out.

You feel the huge lumpy bulge you make in its perfectly streamlined body and know that bulge is only temporary. First it will digest your head and upper body, then your hips, and eventually your feet will slide into the stomach for their turn. By the time the sun rises the awkward bulge will smooth out and only a well trained eye will be able to see that anything untoward happened. The dolphin will be a bit fatter but only the smug grin on its beak will give the game away. Unless they find your shorts and shoes and wallet hidden under the bleachers no one will ever know that you dived into the water and promptly slid down a dolphin's throat. There will simply be no evidence, just dolphin fat.

As you squirm, desperate and hopeless, something presses against your cheek that isn't slick stomach wall. It takes you a moment to realized that a second set of swim goggles is wedged into a fold of the stomach, embedded in some crumbling material you are pretty sure is half-digested bone. Someone else went for a swim in this dolphin's tank recently, it turns out. That went about as well for them as it has for you.

The dolphin chews briefly, as much as a dolphin can be said to chew, and swallows once more. It doesn't like having your feet in its mouth. Well, you don't like it either. Once more its gullet clamps down and tries to push you into its belly and it manages to fit you in to the waist, but no more. It is almost impossible to put up any resistance now. A form-fitting coffin of dolphin is stretched tight around you, pinning your arms to your sides and your legs tight together in its throat. Digestive juices sting your skin and you foresee a trip through a dolphin's bowels in your immediate future. There is simply nothing you can do.

Well, it turns out there is one thing. The gullet stretched tight around your lower body continues to ripple as the dolphin stubbornly tries to fit all of you into its stomach, and you're stark naked. With slippery flesh massaging your cock you are suddenly, unexpected hard. You did want to fuck a dolphin. Seems you'll just have to do it from the inside.

You only have a breath of air to work with but it'll have to be enough. Though you cannot move your arms away from your body it is easy enough to slide one hand across your hip until you have something to grab, and that something is helpfully coated with a thick layer of the slippery throat mucus that lubricated you for easy swallowing. With nothing better to do but go out with a bang you begin to jerk off, rubbing your tip against the walls of the throat.

At first the dolphin doesn't notice. Would it evencare if it did? Your semen has the same number of calories inside your balls as outside and either way it'll be in its stomach soon enough. Then it begins to arch and straighten in the water and actually giggles. You've never heard a dolphin giggle before and it's likely you never will again.

As you stroke faster and faster it matches your movements and you're sure it is mocking you. Then you feel the pressure against your face. So thinly stretched is the dolphin's hide that you can feel it grinding its own hard-on against the bulge in its belly.

"Stupid dolphin," you mutter. A moment later you tense and shudder at almost exactly the moment it does. You can actually feel its weird bendy cock pulse against the bulge as it cums. You'd thought about jacking it off, and you just did. It was almost more than that. The way it's lined up, if there weren't a layer of dolphin between you and that cock it'd be in your mouth right now. It would have cum in your throat. You grunt, shudder, and cum in its.

The other set of goggles. The ones pressing against your cheek. As the gurgling gets going in earnest and your consciousness dims from lack of air you wonder how many pledges come to the sea life center and end up staying as fat and stuff the interns have to clean out of the filters. And how many dolphins, for that matter. Seems this particular cetacean has a tank to itself for a reason.

Your last breath leaves your body and the dolphin belches briefly, letting out a scant few bubbles. That's all the air that went down with its meal, the air in your lungs. You went into the sea life center to skinny dip and maybe fuck a dolphin. You managed to do both. It's a shame no one will ever hear about your accomplishments.

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