V & Me
#1 of V & Me
This story contains bestiality, which the author neither condones or condemns. This is strictly fictional, and meant to be taken as such.
V & Me
by Caracalsie
A male bottlenose dolphin zoomed around the perimeter of the tank on the tail of a smaller female. She darted downwards in a deflective maneuver, but the male, not to be shaken, dove right after her. As they rounded the closer side of the pool they skimmed the surface, the male's pink penis penetrating the female's slit briefly. Executing a stunning barrel roll, the female swept under and away from the unwelcome advances, leaving the stymied male at the surface in the roiling waves of her wake.
"Oh V," I laughed, addressing the male. "They're just not into you." V sounded almost human as he squeaked indignantly after the female, turning to face me when he had finished berating her. He was only an animal, but I swore he looked embarrassed at being rejected in front of me. Through the viewing glass I could see his long cock slowly shrink and dangle dejectedly beneath his belly before crawling back inside his body. I slapped my palm on the water, calling his name.
V heard, and swam over to my end of the tank obligingly. He didn't have to do what I said. V and his pod were wild dolphins that had been found beached on the nearby coast. Since they were sick with severe dehydration and poisoning, the park had decided to keep them for a while before releasing them back to the ocean. There were many recuperation tanks off public exhibit, and the veterinarians that treated the park's permanent stock were also paid to treat injured wild marine life. V and his pod had stayed for nearly a month, and were almost better now. Their reintroduction was scheduled as soon as all of the members had their appetite back up. V was certainly ready to be released, but most of the females were not doing as well. All signs of serious illness were gone, but they weren't eating much, and they were definitely not interesting in normal dolphin recreation-regardless of V's constant cajolement. The pod's only other male dolphins were twin calves less than a year old, so poor V didn't even have a buddy to masturbate with. Every day I watched him try to get one of the females interested, to no avail. I sort of empathized with him. Before getting a job at the aquarium I had a steady lover, but we had been broken up for several months.
I rubbed V's melon and we comforted each other, though I doubt he knew I was going through the same dry spell. He was the only one of the wild dolphins at the park I had managed to make respond to me. I wasn't a keeper or anything, though I hoped one day to be; at the moment I was merely a security guard. I had been looking for a cool job to get me through college, and a flexible position at the aquarium park opened up. Basically I patrolled the place after hours, making sure vandals didn't sneak in, and that the pool machinery never failed in the middle of the night. I felt fairly important, if not vital, to the workings of the park. Enough at least to feel privileged to take a break now and then from my usual patrol to play with the dolphins after dark. The park's permanent residents all knew me, and would gather together for my attention whenever I stopped by. The wild ones were, with the exception of V, fairly disinterested in my visits.
Pausing to run my fingers down the uncharacteristically dark V-shaped mark on V's melon (the other dolphins had also been given temporary designations, like "Quick," the female V had just been chasing), I sighed. "You'll be out of here soon, V. Back in ocean. Bet it's a lot more fun to be able to go wherever you want instead of swimming circles in this recuperation tank. And your girls will probably be in a better mood once you return to the sea. They're just discombobulated by this cage. They don't really find you unattractive." To be honest though, the recuperation tank was pretty nice for an aquarium. It wasn't just a simple pool: it had a naturalistically sculpted interior, a wave machine, and a convoluted structure shaped like a lumpy L that ensured the dolphins wouldn't have to be in sight of one another all of the time if they didn't want to. In fact, poor V was often on one crook of the L while all of the females cloistered themselves at the other.
V opened his mouth for me to stroke his tongue, which I did obligingly. As he lolled at the surface, my eye caught on the snake-like protrusion under the water. V was getting hard again. Curious despite myself, I continued rubbing his tongue. There was no one around for the day so it didn't hurt to stare. Rather fascinated by the muscular organ, I rubbed his tongue more vigorously. V shut his eyes with pleasure and his cock stretched out a little further. He rolled on his side, holding his mouth open. I slowly withdrew my hand from his mouth and stroked down the length of his belly. He arched his tail as I approached his penis. I glanced around the area, feeling a little ashamed of my curiosity, but I had to touch it. It looked so long and firm. Closing my fist around the stiff base, I slid my hand up his length. I wasn't sure if he was fully aroused or not, but V was already at least 10 inches long. His cock twitched and danced in my hand, throbbing slightly near the bottom. I heard a gate slam outside the recuperation center, and reluctantly I let go, afraid of visitors. V slid despondently back into the water, looking more than a little disappointed. With a powerful tail stroke he pushed away from me, no doubt to go find a corner of the tank to pleasure himself in. I blushed thinking about how I had almost satisfied a dolphin with a hand-job. I mean, I hadn't been with a guy since my last boyfriend, whom I broke up with at least six months ago, and here I was offering my services to an animal instead of going out dating.
With a sigh, I turned away from the dolphin pool and gathered up my bags. I had to go home, eat dinner, take a nap, and get an essay done for one of my classes before my night shift. Since I spent what little free time I had at the aquarium, it no wonder I didn't have a guy.
When I drove my car back into the aquarium parking lot that night, it was completely empty but for one or two other vehicles from people who were using it to park overnight. I ignored the cars, though it was technically within my job description to report the plate numbers. But I didn't feel like walking across the expansive parking lot, and I had done the same thing a couple of times at other places. I checked to make sure my shoulder bag had my watch, my phone, my flashlight, and my employee identification card. Then I entered through the back gate.
The previous patrol member tipped his hat as he handed over his position. I nodded, said goodnight and locked the gate behind me. I had possibly the easiest-but least desirable-shift of the night: 11:00 to 5:00 in the morning. Whatever vandals would want to sneak into an aquarium weren't even awake in those hours. And even though the staff 'officially' returned to prep business at 5:00, most of the keepers didn't show up until 6:00. The park was quiet and dead empty during my shift. In my year and a half of working there I had never seen another person once.
I didn't get bored though. I usually interacted with the animals while I walked from tank to tank and tonight, as I passed by V's pool, he was there waiting for me. I said hello, but-as if he was still peeved about my earlier truncation of our interaction-he flipped over backwards and swam petulantly to the other end of the pool. Sighing, I laid my bag down a few feet away from the pool's rock rim.
It was incredibly warm and humid. It felt muggy even with the sun completely down and the night dark except for a few stars and the quarter moon. Around midnight I took off my outer shirt and returned to V's pool, bored. There were smooth 10-foot high, barbed-wire topped walls around the perimeter of the park anyways. My job felt rather superfluous.
As I dipped my fingers into the cold water of the tank, I wondered what it would be like to swim with the dolphins. Then I paused. There was no one around and no way I could get caught. Why didn't I swim with the dolphins?
Of course, that was against the rules. But I would know if another employee entered because my keycard would flash if another guard opened the gate. And I would hear someone climbing the fence before they could get over the top. There was no way anyone could scramble up ten feet and over a giant roll of barbed wire without making at least some sound. I'd have warning enough to hide my stuff before they crawled over the second wall and rounded the tank.
I thought about it some more, straddling the cool rock wall that contained the tank. I didn't have a swimsuit, and that was my main deterrent against going in the pool. But then I realized I could just take off all my clothes. No one would see me naked, since there was no one around to see me anyways. I looked into the pool again. All of the dolphins were on the other side, even V, though I couldn't see him. If I got in now none of them would feel threatened. Making up my mind, I stood and slipped off my pants and undergarments, tossing them over to my bag where my shirt already lay. I dipped a foot in the water first, realizing how chill it was. But I didn't want to back out after stripping already. So gradually, I lowered myself in, allowing my body to acclimate to the temperature.
At first I held onto the wall, since the tank was about 30 feet deep except on the trainer's platform, which was on the other side of the pool. Once I realized all of the dolphins were ignoring me anyways and I had nothing to fear I treaded out towards the crook of the L. "V," I called, tapping my palm on the water like I usually did. He was nowhere in sight. I treaded water towards the center of the pool, looking for him. A vortex whooshed beneath by spread legs and I turned in a circle, trying to see what was beneath me. The water was too dark to view past my toes clearly and my treading was obscuring the surface anyways. Which dolphin was it?
Suddenly I was a little worried. Bottlenose dolphins were huge animals. I had never seen one hurt a human, but what if one of these wild dolphins decided they didn't want me in their pool? What would they do? What could I do to stop them? I realized I was about ten feet from the wall, so I decided to tread a little closer to it as I looked for V. I tapped on the water again, calling his name like I usually did. He had to be underwater, but I didn't see his distinctive large silhouette anywhere. Then I looked down.
There was a dark spot in the water beneath me, growing larger at a rapid rate. A dolphin was charging me! I gave one billowing kick with my legs, and then felt something snaking up my inner thigh. There was a sudden, sharp pain as the water's surface exploded in front of me, dousing my face in stinging salt water. I gasped as I realized there was a huge dolphin torso rising above me. 'V!' I sputtered. I grabbed onto his flippers for support as his tail roiled the water around me. He gave a jerking thrust of his tail, and through the numbing cold of the salt water I gasped as the force of his piercing cock knocked the wind out of me. Oh my God, I thought, I'm being penetrated by a dolphin!
Impaled on his penis, V lifted me into the air. Oh my God, I thought again, panting as I clung to him. The end of his organ was wedged so tight in my vagina that I couldn't pull myself away, especially as V leapt high above the surface of the water with a powerful thrust of his flukes.
We crashed back into the water together and for a moment I was completely submerged beneath his heavy body. V took off like a rocket through the pool, leaving me with no choice but to wrap my legs around his torpedo body and hold on while each powerful stroke of his tail squeezed yet another half inch of his tapered tool into me.
I gasped as we breached the surface; V upright like a cork in the water and me clinging to him in fright. V's member wriggled between my legs, and I flushed with embarrassment as I felt undeniable gratification at being fucked by a dolphin. Fucked... somehow the very thought sent a hot flash of pleasure burning through my chilled torso. Suddenly I was warm. My body was betraying me... or wasn't this what I secretly wanted from the moment I had seen V chasing after the females in his pool? It had taken the act forced upon me to awaken my conscious mind to the desire that had been there all along.
I let go of V's flippers as I kept my legs tightly wrapped around his tail, and I reached down to his sex. I think I intended to pull away from him somehow and get out of the pool while I still could. It would have been the right, the proper thing to do. But that's not what happened. My fingers wrapped around V's shaft and slid down to his genital slit. I realized he only had about two-thirds of his full length within me. The rest was exposed to the seawater.
I don't know what made me do it, or what I was thinking-it's probably most accurate to say that at that moment I stopped thinking and let go of everything but the physical sensations-but I wrapped both of my hands around that exposed shaft and stroked. There was a noticeable quickening of V's thrusts, and he wedged more of himself within me, millimeter by millimeter. He was strong, smooth, and hard as the walls of the tank. It was a pleasure to feel his silky firmness against the inside of my fists as they slid down his length. Every now and then I squeezed him gently, just to see if he'd give, but he didn't; V was as hard as a rock.
V's jerking thrusts started to become erratic, and he pulsed beneath my palms. I moaned as the girth of his penis swelled, the tip twitching rapidly inside me. It was obvious he was nearing his climax. I ground my hips against his dolphin belly, wanting to reach mine too. We were both bucking frantically against each other. Then, with one jarring thrust, V spilled his seed into me.
The strength of his ejaculation took me off guard; the dolphin's sperm was hot, potent and powerful. It hit the opening of my womb with the force of a fire hydrant. V's semen began seeping into the water around us as his shaft quivered and continued to pump its load for several seconds. But eventually, he started withdrawing back into the water, and four minutes from the beginning of the whole thing I was left alone in the middle of the pool, treading water by myself.
"V?" I called. It was dark at night in the unlit aquarium, and as soon as he had dipped back under the water I could no longer see him clearly. Slowly paddling to the shallow portion of the pool that they trainers used for check-ups, I tried to catch my breath. I felt stretched and empty without V, unfulfilled. Sitting on the shallow platform, I tried to stimulate myself to orgasm, but nothing compared to the feeling of that dolphin cock pulsing inside me.
I checked my waterproof watch. It was only 3:00, and the air was as warm as ever. I didn't want to leave the pool but what more was there for me to do? I had rounds to make, and V had left me. Resigning myself, I stood up and started to walk towards the edge of the pool.
There was an indignant squeak behind me. I recognized the tone immediately. "V!" I gasped pleasantly, turning around and getting down on my knees. He was treading water where the shallow area dipped off into the regular depth of the pool. I slid over to the edge of the shallow area and he allowed me to stroke the top of his melon.
"So you're not a total jerk," I told him. "You came back to cuddle." The bottlenose dolphin bobbed in the water, though the only part of him I could see was his head. "Come up here, V," I said, slapping my hand on the water next to me. V obliged, neatly propelling himself onto the shallow platform with a stroke of his tail. The water on the platform was about two feet deep, so he could move on and off with ease, and slide up gracefully beside me. I sat cross-legged in the pool with V's melon across from my lap. Gently, I stroked the top of his head. He rolled to one side so I could reach his belly, and I pet him there too.
Of course, I couldn't help glancing down at his genital slit. His penis was no longer erect but the area around his slit had a visible pink tinge even in the slow light. I wondered if I could get him aroused again. There was nothing more I wanted at that moment than to orgasm around his thick, hard shaft.
So I softly worked my way down his belly, sensually caressing the flesh around the slit. V seemed relaxed in the shallow end of the pool, for he closed his eyes and went limp under my ministrations. Gently I slipped my fingers into his genital slit. I could feet his retracted penis beneath my hand, and I deftly worked my fingertips over its surface, trying to bring him to a state of full arousal again. When his genital slit began to bulge, I took his shaft in my hand and eased part of it out.
It wasn't the first time I had seen a dolphin's penis so closely, but I still marveled at the perfect texture and shape. The tip hooked around my fingers, much to my delight. I stroked up and down the six inches V had exposed, and he began to thrust slightly in the water. But I didn't want him to shoot his load so soon, so I quickly let go. Now was the moment. Did I dare? Would he tolerate me? Taking a deep breath, I swung one leg over V and gently lowered myself beside him. Then I reached down to his member, guiding it towards the entrance of my vagina.
I didn't know what to expect, but at first contact the tip of V's penis delicately curled around my clit. V seemed to recognize my shudder as one of satisfaction, and he continued to move around. I sucked in my breath out of pure ecstasy and closed my eyes as he deftly probed my most sensitive areas with the agile tip of his cock. He even slid into the few inches into my vagina, exploring the insides of my strange human anatomy. I wriggled with pleasure under his touch and gasped like a fish out of water. It was only a matter of minutes before I knew I would be driven over the edge by his delicate touch, but I wanted him to fuck me.
As if he read my mind, V suddenly stiffened his cock and plunged the entire thing deep into my vagina. I sputtered in surprise as the abruptness of his action caused me to swallow a mouthful of salt water. V had erected the whole length of his massive organ and was roughly thrusting against me. It was all I could do to cling to him once again and hold on to avoid being knocked underwater by the power of his flukes.
With each jerk of his lower body, V managed to push more of his girth within me. It was all forward motion-each thrust send him deeper and deeper without reprise. I gritted my teeth against the faint pain as he started working the thick midsection of his shaft into my body. There was no way the last four inches of the base were going to fit.
Stretched to my limit, I wrapped my thighs around the dolphin. Already he had filled space I didn't even know existed; no human lover had penetrated me as completely as V. I grunted as he continued to thrust, pushing my internal organs aside to make room for his girth and length. He seemed determined to penetrate me completely. As his shaft throbbed and I clenched around him, if felt like nothing separated us. The blood roaring through our conjoinment pulsed eagerly as the both of us reveled in our rough copulation.
I think I might have cried out during my climax despite my attempts to remain silent, but I can't be sure. I know, as V continued to force the base of his massive cock past my aching labia millimeter by millimeter, that when he finally worked the last bit in and his quivering slit was resting against my swollen clitoris, I reached the point of no return and convulsed around his rock-hard shaft. Shortly afterwards V shuddered into his climax and pumped his seed into my receptacle as his organ pulsed and writhed.
Spurt after spurt shot into my body. I could feel it, boiling hot, churning within me. There was nowhere for it to go and no way for it to leak past the impossibly thick base of V's cock so it seeped into my womb like liquid fire. V's orgasm only drove mine higher and I remained in a state of pure ecstasy for the five minutes it finally took his climax to subside to short spouts of still-warm fluid. Even then waves of pleasure washed over me as V's stream settled to a trickle and his cock slowly loosened. I clung to him till the end, and V remained inside me and within my arms after the act was done. Both of us equally spent, we lay together for what seemed like a long time, though when I looked at my watch I realized it had only been half an hour. At 4:00 I got out of the pool, dried off with my clothes, dressed, and resumed work. It made me sad to leave V, but I had no choice.
The day after my shift I was stuck in classes all day, but the next afternoon I made time to visit the aquarium. I was nervous when I approached V's tank, not sure how he would react (and to tell the truth, a little paranoid that someone, somehow, would know what we'd done). But it turned out my worries were unfounded. V was on the near side of the pool with his pod, and he swam over to me when I called his name. There were other employees around, but I could still stroke his head and tongue. V whistled at me happily and I knew he remembered everything in as much detail as I did. One of the trainers came by and stopped to pet him too. I saw her often, and she usually passed me word about the dolphins. Today she had news.
"V and his pod are ready for release," she said. My face fell.
"They are?" I tried to look happy about it, since that was, of course, what I wanted for V. It just meant I'd probably never see him again, and certainly never have the opportunity to repeat our encounter.
"Yeah, the boat's taking them out this Saturday. They're going to released a few miles off Cormorant cove. What's wrong?"
I tried to put on a grin as I removed my hand from the tank. "Nothing," I said. "It's just that I'll miss seeing these guys." That didn't sound suspicious, but it didn't express the depth of my emotion. The trainer smiled knowingly-even though she had no idea of how much I'd miss one dolphin in particular. "It happens," she said. "But it's best for these guys and we've still got the permanent residents here. You'll get over it."
I tried to smile back. "I will," I told her. But I wasn't as sure.