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Description: A stray thought evolves into a full blown fantasy as Greg imagines his first sexual encounter with a male dolphin.

***Part 1 < Current chapter > Part 3***

A Dream of Dolphins: Wet and Warm

As soon as he opened the door, Arrow was all over him, a storm of playful paws, eager licks, and endless affection.

"Easy, boy. Easy," Greg laughed as the dog nipped and licked at his chin. When Greg refused to let his face licked, the dog seated himself on his haunches, eagerly waiting for Greg to crouch down and give him the customary hug.

His mellow, affectionate cries felt as good as his warmth. Greg hugged the dog hard, breathing into his fur and feeling his excited breaths upon his ear for a few minutes before he finally stood up.

Arrow quickly disappeared into the kitchen. Greg found him beside the fridge, furiously wagging his tail.

"Meat again, eh? You're such a picky eater! Alright, coming right up. Just give me the space to work, will you?"

He slowly crawled away like the adorable bastard that he was.

Greg fixed him a quick dish, then left the border collie behind with a quick head rub and a kiss between his flappy ears.

"Alright, what the hell can I do with my time?" he wondered. "Shower, research, or sleeping. Yeah...I'm gonna pick research."

Greg sat at his desk. His PC took a while to fire up. He wasn't surprised when he heard the clattering of Arrow's metallic bowl. The dog pushed his food all the way to the living room, then doubled back to make sure he didn't make a mess.

"You're good, dear fluff. Just don't interrupt me, alright? I've quite a bit of reading to do."

Arrow gave an excited bark. Though he planned to work all by himself, Greg treated his dog with a rub every now and again. Arrow placed his head on his leg, warm like a living carpet and quite more silky than a pillow.

"Alright," the keyboard sang under Greg's dexterous fingers. "Let's read up some general dolphin facts first."

There were numerous pages on behavior, breeding, and the likes, each explaining the same thing with different words. Greg didn't feel particularly enlightened. Many of these facts were scientific or too general for his area of expertise.

"Mating," he typed in the search browser. "Seed collection in dolphin species."

The search results proved most disappointing. Pictures were a scarce treat, and videos were nonexistent. With such limited material to work by, Greg turned his PC off. It made sense that Sapphire City or other facilities made their work private, but wasn't the internet supposed to be the land of the free?

Even arrow whined, his white tipped muzzle reaching tentatively towards a hand. Greg grabbed him gently, then looked into the animal's gentle eyes.

"I'll figure something out, buddy. Don't bother your fuzzy head with my problems."

Arrow pushed his head into his chest. He wanted more than words. Craved for affection. And Greg was more than pleased to satisfy his demands. He dropped on the ground, where he rolled, scratched, and cuddled with his pet until his eyes turned heavy.

"Sleepy time, my dear fluff rug," he said as he grabbed the dog inside his arms to carry him around. "Ooooh, you're heavy. Too much fat on that fluff butt. Where does the doggy want to sleep? Couch? The bed?"

A wet lick provided the expected answer. "A'ight I'll let you sleep with me, but I gotta shower first. Get that filthy pool water off me. I'll put you here on the couch and call when I'm done, ok?"

Arrow wagged his tail until Greg disappeared from view. He was such a good and reliable friend. As Greg looked into the mirror, he realized he wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for Arrow.

"I'll take just a few minutes, and then I'll come for you buddy. I will come for you..." he said, then climbed into the shower cabin.

The streams of hot water felt truly delightful as they slithered through his short brown fur. Greg closed his eyes, directing the showerhead so that the water fell right on top of his face. He remained like that for a few minutes, delighting in the relaxing feeling before he reached for the soap. He ran the bar along his neck, down his chest, then closer and closer towards his member.

Greg hesitated. A pleasurable tingling bloomed inside his sheath, and he didn't want to set it off just now. He rinsed from waist up, then cleaned each of his legs before returning to the fuzzy sheath that lay between them. Greg grabbed himself. His eyelids trembled with bliss. A warm shock traversed his body, sending his member into strong, healthy spasms.

"Mhhhaaah!" Greg moaned as his pink tip throbbed out of its shelter. It felt unreasonably good to touch himself down there. How many days passed since he last released his seed? Four fingers played around his sack, finding it heavy with unspent essence.

"Nnnn not here," Greg shivered he took his hand off his cock. "It'll go to waste. I got...aaah, I got a better idea."

He stopped the water. Climbing out of the steamy cabin with a full blown erection felt spectacularly disappointing. Greg wiped the mirror with a hand. His own reflection greeted him. Dark eyes glistening with lust. Jaws tensing and moving with restless arousal. And down there, between his legs, his smooth pinkness was almost unsheathed, leaving the plump comfort of its home to jerk upwards and spew translucent beads onto the sink.

Greg licked his lips. He was in the mood of tasting something sweet and sticky right now. How nice it would have been if he had the flexibility of a feral. Any of those males just had to lift their leg, push their muzzles into their crotch, and suck themselves to completion. Strong, healthy throbs would reverberate inside their wet muzzles, getting stronger and quicker before great spurts of seed filled the entirety of their mouth cavity.

"Nghhh," Greg squeezed his balls, moaning with the vivid desire to drink his own life giving seed. "I'll get a taste. Yeah...I'll...I'll cum on my belly or something."

He dried himself on a towel, then jumped straight onto his bed. He didn't mind the open door or the cold air creeping through the open window. His eyes were fixed on his thrumming member and the wet insides of his protracted sheath.

Greg slowly ran a hand along his belly. His fur tickled with ominous tingles, spurring the tightness he felt between his legs. Greg pressed his muzzle, applying more pressure the closer he slithered to his crotch. His fingers slowly passed on either side of his member, encroaching upon the plump sheath.

Two droplets of clear fluid shot from his tensing member at the sudden contact.

"Aaaaahh..." Greg's knees shivered with weakness. He didn't expect to be so sensitive down there. Hot water and heightened arousal were a dangerous combination, and even if he just held onto his furred sheath, Greg was convinced he was going to cum just from feeling his own heated blood pumping through his cock.

"I'm good. I'm good," he said between quick, shallow breaths. He didn't want to spend himself too quickly. Long hours at work bred unsatisfying sessions. Many times Greg just cupped his bare member inside his lubricated hand to pump and squeeze and rub his overly sensitive flesh until his cum burst loose.

"Too fast. Unsatisfying. If I can...nggghhh, just a little....gaaaaah" his breath descended into a groan as he pulled his sheaths closer towards the tip of his cock. The heat and moisture, coupled with the many nerve endings that hid inside those silky walls felt almost as good as a female's warm embrace.

Greg slowly rubbed himself up and down, using a ring formed by his index finger and thumb to work his flexible sheath up and down along the bare flesh of his cock.

"It's good. Mfff...so good," Greg closed his eyes to immerse himself with those wet squelching sound made by flesh kneading against flesh. His sheath became narrow and tight when it engulfed his cock, then bloomed into a glistening expanse of pink when it retreated back towards the balls.

Greg opened his eyes, looking with utter satisfaction at his throbbing cock and the rolling flesh that winked back at him with every pull.

"Ghhh....almost...almost there," he rushed behind a thigh, squeezing his sack inside his grip. His balls drew up, sending a spurt of cloudy fluid out of his widening hole.

Greg gasped. The tightness became too heavy, the heat too intense. He pulled his knees up, shivering from the strain exerted upon his crotch. His muscles shifted and tensed, providing even more pleasure from this position.

"Haaaah....aaaaah," Greg moaned as he loosened his fingers. "Too hot. Too wet. Too....mghhh."

His member broke loose too once his grip retreated. In the absence of support, it slapped against the wet fur of his belly, dashing beads and lines that glistened in the light pouring out of the bathroom.

Greg took that opportunity to catch his breath. It wasn't easy going against the primordial urge to cum. Every male had these instincts hardwired into the core of their beings. A dolphin for example would most likely be unable to hold back once he got started.

A dolphin...Greg closed his eyes, going back to the moment where his finger pushed through the dolphin's walls. He was warmer down there. Fleshy, despite the rough outline of his muscles. What happened if he delved deeper? Would the dolphin get aroused? Would he cum?

A warm surge traversed his crotch. More sticky goo squirted through his opening. Greg noticed a pearlescent sheen swirling along the usually transparent precum. It was seed, flushed from his overflowing balls. Greg's body felt hot and flushed. The mere thought of spraying his belly with the warm strings of his essence made him eager to just grab his cock and finish.

He hesitated though. After days of abstinence, he wanted this ejaculation to be more memorable. To be more intense than the simple act of flushing his semen down the toilet.

Greg resumed his sheath jerking. It was a slow, constant motion that stirred his senses just enough to keep him on the edge while his mind conjured the perfect scenario. Greg went back to his dolphin. In his mind, he was friendlier, aroused, eager to unburden himself of the precious fluid sheltered inside the depths of his slit.

Greg's hands worked on parting his flesh. The dolphin was no longer inside the tank, but on a special net that allowed only half of his body to remain submerged. His belly stood completely exposed, giving Greg the necessary space to work. With delicate prods, he tested the dolphin's receptivity. His flippers trembled, his tail shook, and soft sounds escaped through his mouth.

He was enjoying this teasing touch. Greg plunged through his cavernous walls, finding him wet and eager to be penetrated. A thick squelching sound erupted from within, and in the next moment the dolphin's member jerked out, wetter than a cunt and harder than rock.

Greg sped up his thrusts. His sheath overflowed with lubrication, but in his mind it wasn't he that was ready to cum, but the dolphin. He felt the orgasmic pulsations rage within his flesh. Smelled the salty scent of arousal upon the dolphin's tensing member. Greg grabbed him with both hands, one pressing onto the base of his cock and the other holding half of his crooked member steady for the final step of his plans.

"So wet. So hard," he mumbled as he approached his lips to the dolphin's juicy cock. Greg formed a pucker, then moaned with delight as he pushed onto the dolphin's cock, allowing his hard meat to penetrate his mouth.

The creature immediately jerked, pushing deep and hard into that moist shelter, intending to fill his female with every last drop of his seed. Greg moaned when he found his mouth invaded by the dolphin's salty meat. His suckling instincts immediately spurred into action. His lips tightened around the dolphin's shaft, his tongue rolled around the tip, and his hands worked onto the base of his cock, kneading and grabbing and scratching until the dolphin bloated with a surge of hot seed.

Greg scrunched his eyes shut. It was coming. That heated bliss he stoked was just about to burst loose. With one last shove, Greg pushed into the slit with all his might. The dolphin's muscles squeezed tight, trapping his hand inside. An intense surge rushed to his cock, hardening it, bloating the tube with fresh essence. Greg felt it as it pushed towards the tip. He thought he was prepared, but his puckered lips widened under the dolphin's savage thrust and his tongue was flung aside by the torrent of seed that followed.

Greg didn't choke though. The rules of reality were dimmed by his heated imagination, and instead of coughing and choking on the streams of seed, Greg swallowed them one by one straight from the erupting source of his eager dolphin. Throb after throb they came, each stronger than the last. With each spasm of his muscles, the dolphin worked hotter and stickier semen up his throbbing shaft. Greg did his best to milk him. He didn't want this feast to end. There was something highly arousing about consuming the innermost essence of a creature he ultimately needed to breed. Andy wanted that seed to be frozen and preserved. Greg knew that. He tried to stop, yet every gulp tasted as good as life itself. He suckled his dolphin down to the last drop, then pulled back, wiping the remnants dribbling down his chin.

"You did a good job, but there is something else I need you to do."

The dolphin nodded eagerly. He remained belly up, displaying his inviting slit to Greg's hungry eyes. He straddled the animal, rubbing his belly and flippers until his arousal receded. Then, when fresh remnants of cum lubricated his slit, Greg thrust through the dolphin's walls, burying his bare cock through those tight, cum flooded walls.

"Fffffhhh!" breath stuck in his throat as waves of intense heat rammed into his crotch with the might of a hurricane. The dolphin milked him. His walls spasmed and shuddered around Greg's length, inviting him deeper, urging him to cum.

He fell upon the dolphin, hugging him with all his might as his cock dove through the muscles all the way to the balls. Hot jets pelted his tip. Greg pulled back to see fresh streams of cum spurting the dolphin's slit.

He was cumming again. Cumming while he had a male deep inside his walls.

Greg could no longer hold himself back. He instinctively pushed his sheath all the way back, then took hold of his drenched member, squeezing and rubbing himself as if the dolphin from his imagination was working around his shaft.

Greg scrunched his eyes shut. His cock was flooded by the same hot dolphin essence he tasted seconds ago. He plunged himself back into the depths of his slit. Their cocks touched. An instant surge of heat exploded through Greg's nether regions, breaking down the last barriers that held his seed into place. Greg shivered wildly, groaning like an animal, grabbing and scratching his dolphin partner as his balls prepared to unleash their load. His vivid imagination mixed with the pounding rhythms of his throbs. Greg opened his mouth, then moaned out loud when his cock contracted with the first orgasmic throb. His seed shot straight into his face, splashing under his nose and filling his mouth with a sizable amount of cum.

Greg licked and swallowed like his life depended on it. His hand grabbed and rubbed, easing the remainders of his seed through his tight spurting rod. Two more ropes hit his mouth and plastered his chin with sticky goo. Greg savored his essence. It had the right consistency, and tasted quite sweet too. He whimpered with bliss as his balls continued to empty themselves before his big, lustful eyes. The following spurts lost their strength, wetting only his chest and belly.

Nevertheless, Greg kept milking himself, enjoying the orgasmic throbs traveling through the core of his being, filling him with unmatched pleasure. He grabbed onto his balls, milking them too, adding to the fire burning within his nethers. Though he failed to match the raw power of his first spurts, Greg rubbed his member down to the last drop.

"Haaaaah..." he crashed his head back into the pillow when the throbs finally subsided. "That was...wow...it was so good. That dolphin was so eager. So wet..."

Almost as wet as his own sticky belly. Once his labored breathing subsided, Greg perked up to see the results of his efforts. Milky lines covered everything from chest all the way to the retreating tip of his cock. He milked the pearlescent remains with a pulling grip, then pushed his cock back, gasping softly at the wet squelch that followed.

A sigh of satisfaction left his throat. Sessions like this were too rare. Greg took a moment to admire his virility before crashing back into the bed. He regularly brought samples of seed to his mouth. Licking his own tasty treat was a real delight that sadly lasted only as long as his supply. When his fur became too possessive with the last remnants of seed, Greg rubbed the remains into his belly. He might not have been able to taste himself any longer, but the smell still lingered, filling the room with the pleasant miasma of a proper mating session.

The pitter patter of claws stole his attention.

"Come in," Greg waved the shy dog inside. "C'mon. I promised you hugs, didn't I?"

Arrow took a step inside, then pulled back, whimpering.

"What's wrong, buddy? Something stung your paw?"

He shook his head, adorable as ever.

"Come then," Greg spread his arms. "I'm all yours, puppy. Come!"

Arrow finally found the courage to leap into the bed. He eagerly dashed a few licks along Greg's face while he got his head rubbed by two eager hands.

"That wasn't so hard, was it?" Greg kissed his dog on the muzzle, once on his wet nose and then on those cute whiskers that sprung in all directions.

Arrow delighted in the affection, though he seemed distracted by something.

"Up. On my belly. I'm gonna catch a cold if you refuse to be my blanket, buddy."

He still got refusal after refusal, and he was utterly confused as to why until the dog pushed his muzzle into a damp patch of fur.

Greg would have face-palmed if his hands weren't busy lending comfort and love to his dog.

"Fuck, I'm naked. Double fuck, I just came all over my belly. I'm...jeez, I gotta take another shower."

Arrow jumped right after him. "Not this time, buddy," Greg smiled then closed the bathroom door.

He emerged a few minutes later, all clean and pampered, then jumped straight into the bed. He didn't need clothes or underwear for his cuddling sessions. Arrow was warm, and silky, and very affectionate. Greg had no reservations to embrace his dog in the same manner he embraced him. Arrow was like a brother to him, and although their genitals touched more than once and the dog's tongue sampled his taste, Greg never harbored any sexual thoughts towards his feral brother. His tongue had been in dirtier places anyway, and Greg loved him dearly, just not in the way he loved that bloody dolphin.

"Tomorrow's gonna be crappy. Scratch that, the whole month will be shity. I'll find a way to get through it. Always do, eh?" he applied more scratches behind the dog's ears. "Just remember to wake me up in the morning. I'm not buying stupid clocks or batteries as long as I have you around."

Arrow let out a soft bark. Greg hugged him tight, and together they ventured into the fluffy realm of dreams.

***End of Part 2***

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