Dolphin Dreams, Chapter 5
#5 of Stories
After scarfing down a sandwich, my mind awhirl with ideas, I pulled out a pad of paper and sketched out some rough designs, balling up and discarding a few before I had what I wanted. Yes! that would do it. What I had in mind was a very specialized kind of dock. And I was no stranger to building things, I had brought all of my tools with me. This would be a piece of cake...
Twice more that daycycle, we met on DeepSinger's body-holder, coming together with increasing ease -- by the eternal waters, I was coming to crave that thick shaft tightly inside me! -- and each time, I could feel his thoughts a little more strongly. He had something in his mind, some plan I could not fathom. His first thoughts were for our joining, but this was underneath. It was somehow related to our continued bonding together, which made me happy, but I would have to wait for him to reveal this plan, before I would understand it...
...I wanted time for Galene and I to meet again in the shallows, that afternoon, and again that evening under another gentle sunset (God, I was learning to look forward to the weight of her in my arms, the hot, slick feel of her pussy as she sank down onto me!...), but the next morning, I got right to work on my little project.
It took a few trips into town, over the next couple of days -- once, all the way to Belize City -- to find everything I needed. Once or twice, I had to modify my plans. And I couldn't carry all of the materials in the car, I had to get some of it delivered. But within less than a week, I was assembling my creation on the sand. Two or three times a day, I would take a break, pull the lounger into the water, and meet Galene there for more love-making, before resuming work. When we weren't together, she began watching me from the water, sometimes, no doubt curious as to what in hell I was up to. "Patience, girl," I told her, "This is for us." She would squawk back at me, with what I assumed to be the dolphin equivalent of "Don't cut your arm off, goofy!" Typical of a mate.
(Did I just say "mate"? Yes, at this point in our story, I think that's just what it felt like. As I rolled the word around on my tongue, it seemed to fit, as strange as it sounded even to me. At the very least, Galene and I had become interspecies lovers, but for some reason it felt like a much deeper connection than that. I rolled the idea around in my head, and it was like tasting a good wine...)
...over the next few daycycles, I watched as he brought what appeared to be many long, dried sticks, and began to shape them with his hands and with things I did not understand. I had seen the landwalkers create things, before, of course, but the concepts and methods were all foreign to me. Yet I caught one clear thought from DeepSinger: I'm making something for us. Trust me_. The concept of_ trust was new to me, but I was learning it meant to expect good things. And so I trusted him, since he had brought me nothing but good.
In between our joinings, I had time to ponder the nature of this new and wonderful bond that was forming. As strange as the thought was, could it be that I had found my new mate, in this creature from a very different world than mine? Certainly, we could never bring any pups into the sea, an absurd thought!! Yet I knew that having a mate was more than making pups, it was a joining of spirits -- and of bodies, making the song together, as DeepSinger and I were doing so joyfully. My head hurt when I thought about this too much, and so I decided to put more trust (DeepSinger's word, again) in my feelings, and just enjoy it all...
...finally, on about the 8th or 9th morning, I had it completed, and with some major back thrown into it, I pushed it out into the blue water, in three sections. (These would be bolted together, once it was off the sand.) The finished product of my labor was a dock that floated on pontoons, anchored to the sandy bottom by a set of poles through loose sleeves, which would allow the dock to raise and lower with the tide. The end section spread out and around to form a kind of corral, open in the middle to the sea, into which I had hung what amounted to half of a hot tub. That occupied about the front 5/8 of the corral, suspended about 15 inches into the water.
Galene had watched in curiosity, as I completed the final assembly, methodically tightening up each bolt one more time. Finally satisfied with everything, I walked to the end, descended the short ladder into the corral, and called to her...
...at last, he moved the strange things into the water and connected them into one large piece. He examined it (for flaws, I sensed), and then invited me onto it. There was a part near the end furthest from the land, which was partly open to water...
...after a little hesitation, and some coaxing from me, she figured it out, swam under the dock, and popped up in the corral, beaching herself in the "hot tub" end. It was like one of those dolphin shows at an aquarium, where they finish by beaching into a shallow area and taking a bow. "That's my girl," I told her, patting her gently. "This is just for you and me..."
...and as I swam into it, I understood_... this was a body-holder for both of us at once! It gave us a smooth ledge which I could swim up onto, yet he could also rest on it beside me. He told me this, in his soft voice, but I already knew, from his thoughts. This was his plan, to make a place for us to be together more easily. Joy leapt in me, as it all made sense... and as I felt the depth of his feelings for me..._
...By design, the water in this place was shallow enough that I could lay in it without fear of drowning, more or less like a filled bathtub. Yet there was enough to keep the dolphin's skin wet, too... drying out would have been painful for her. The idea was, we would have a place to meet in the middle, between our two worlds...
...he lay down beside me on the ledge, put his arms around me (his smaller limbs, I had heard the word in his head two daycycles ago), and we simply nuzzled each other, for a long time. I had never known such contentment as we both felt...
...I stretched out next to Galene, put my arms around her, and we cuddled. Our physical differences were much less important here, we were able to just be with each other. I could feel us both relax, a wave of contentment that was so strong I could almost sink my hands into it....
...the singing began as a quiet undercurrent, with DeepSinger's hands stroking my skin, so gentle in their touch. Most of the time, I stayed upright, so that I could breathe properly, rolling a little to wet my skin every now and then. But I wanted to give him my belly, and so I finally turned over, flexing my large fin as much to the side as I could...
...at one point, she lazily rolled most of the way onto her back (her dorsal fin limiting her there, a minor problem I would have to think about), and after stroking her belly, I had a sudden urge to try pleasing her in a new way. I gently spread her slit a little with my fingers, and then experimentally slipped my tongue in...
...he began to touch my female parts again, and the tingling was immediate... but then suddenly his MOUTH, his MOUTH on me, sweet sweet sea currents!...
...would it be rude, if I told you she tasted like tuna? But that didn't seem so out-of-place in a sea creature, and besides, I think I was the only one who had been in there, lately. And I did like tuna, anyway...
...this was not something our people knew of, but landwalkers must... GODS!! His mouth was so...
...I found myself pulling closer and taking her completely in my mouth, teasing and sucking on her clit...
...his mouth was as hot and supple as my own female opening, that slick red thing inside coming out and... AAIIIIIEEE!!! ...it teased my sensitive pleasure-nub, like nothing nothing nothing I had ever felt oh gods oh gods oh gods...
...Galene shuddered with pleasure, obviously enjoying this new kind of attention, and started humping upward against my face. I hung on and rode it out with her, as she rose to a furious orgasm, her juices welling up into my mouth. I had never known what copious amounts of it were secreted by her pussy, until now, but I drank them in as fast as she could produce them, loving the exotic taste of her...
...he held on more tightly, sensing what he was doing to me, and drove me quickly to a hard HARD summit, my body thrashing with ecstasy I had never never never known the song oh god THE SONG rising to drown out all else...
...inflamed with desire for her, I climbed on top of her thrashing body and slid my aching hard-on into her hot, wet, helplessly-spasming pussy...
...before I could get beyond that incredible peak, he moved his mouth away, raised himself up above me, and plunged his thick shaft into my thrashing body, GOOD, so GOOD_, stretching me as he bore down, his own body in motion with mine, IN mine..._
...this was the first time we had been able to make love with me above her, and I think we were both drunk on the newness of it all. We humped hard, her body thumping the tub as we rose to a fever pitch...
...his weight above me pushed him into me hard, deep, gods, DEEP_, what a good name my choice had turned out to be..._
...suddenly, my hips arched forward violently, and I came inside her, God, poured cum into her...
...joining me at my summit, both of us arched against each other, his four limbs clinging tight as he emptied his hot seed inside me filling me with it so GOOD so GOOD_..._
...my pulsing cock-head swelled huge as she gripped me, squeezed me, held me... the fireworks went off behind my eyes, it was that good, that all-engulfing...
When I could finally move, again, I rolled us both to the side, still connected with each other, and kept one leg wrapped around her flank. This allowed her to breathe more freely, and we lay like that for a long time, neither of us wanting to leave...
...and at that moment, I knew, KNEW, as surely from his thoughts as from within my own... This is my mate. We are one. With the song soaring to new heights in both of us, we were as two souls in one body, inseparable in our joining of spirit...
...the entire rest of that day was spent there together, hunger be damned, cuddling and making love on and off, though much more tenderly. As the evening softly fell around us, I pondered my good fortune in finding Galene -- or in her finding me. I had the strongest, most undeniable feeling that we had each found our mate, like this was going to be the shape of my new life, now. In fact, I could almost see her in my mind, smiling and agreeing with me, her thoughts beginning to touch mine in some way I didn't yet understand...
...I sensed him smiling, and wished that I could, also...
...this was going to be interesting...
Epilogue
It has been many, many mooncycles (years, is DeepSinger's word), and we have indeed been mates... better together than I had ever dreamed mates could be. We spend much of our time together, in the little water-place he created for us. He has made this larger and better, as time passed... more comfortable for me, which always gives me joy, to know that he cares for me so...
It has been almost 10 years now, and Galene and I did indeed remain together. With the relative life-spans of our two species, I expect us to have many more years of our strange and wonderful interspecies "marriage" to enjoy.
We have continued spending most of our days and evenings loving each other in our little getaway. I have expanded on it, over the years, giving us more room to relax and play together; some areas are shallower, some are deeper; there is one spot with a padded "couch" for us (which we use a lot), which includes a generous slot up the middle to accomodate her dorsal fin, when I'm on top... a favorite of both of us...
Early on, I was able to show him that his thoughts were also in my head, and I have been able to teach him how to listen to my own. In this way, we have learned to speak to each other. I have learned many things about landwalker life, and he has learned of my kind as well. But mostly, we use this ability to listen to what is in each other's heart (DeepSinger's word for our innermost feelings)...
Over our first few months together, it became clear to me that Galene was able to "hear" my thoughts, not word-for-word, but strong images and feelings were easy for her to pick up on. In time, I learned to hear hers clearly as well, and with practice, we have found ourselves able to communicate quite freely. This has been such an unexpected joy to me, that I am like a little child, constantly thrilled with the wonder of it. I sense that Galene previously thought us "landwalkers" (her word) were a rather dense and uninteresting bunch, although she has never said so. Certainly, our deep connection has opened a window into each other's worlds and lives.
I did get that little boat, and have enjoyed seeing more of our little cove. I've also taken up scuba diving, so that I could begin to explore more of Galene's world, and she has been an eager teacher. That, coupled with her ability to hold her breath for long periods, has given us the gift of making love underwater, deep in her universe for a change. The fish would lazily swim past as we joined with each other, both of us virtually weightless, her "song" loud in both of our heads, now...
His desire to know me fully led him to find a way to swim under the water with me, for long times, using a strange-looking pair of things attached to another thing on his face. I was warmed by his effort, and we began joining bodies under the water, after that. To me, this was natural, but to DeepSinger, it was a new and wonderful experience -- I could sense his intense feelings as he clung to me and filled me with his seed, both of us drifting happily as the song soared...
Each time we come together, losing ourselves in pleasure, the thought will cross my mind (both of our minds, really) how nice it would be if she and I could produce our own offspring, creatures able to live in both worlds. But of course, that will never happen. And Galene and I are both content with that... and with each other, for the rest of our strange and amazing lives... together.
My only regret (another landwalker word) is that we will never be able to bring pups into the world together. With the knowledge of our two worlds combined, and our unified spirits, they would be a gift to us all. But I have more than enough contentment to last several lifetimes, with my wonderful mate from another world.
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Author's note: Before anyone decides to complain, let me remind the reader that this is a work of fiction. By its very nature, there are usually some liberties taken, and this story is no exception. For one thing, it is thought by some that adult dolphins travel in pods of the same sex; males and females are equally good at fending off predators. If this is true, then they do not mate for life, and dolphin sexual encounters become casual, happening in a flurry of promiscuous rutting whenever a male pod runs into a female pod. This is not a universally-held theory, though, and dolphins have also been observed showing strong attachment to their mates, pining and anxious when separated. For purposes of this tale, I chose to go with the second model, since that alternative fit the story line so much better.
Also, there is no evidence to support the notion of dolphins posessing empathic abilities, that was purely my own invention. It would make a lot of sense, however, in a species with limited ability to shape their environment in physical ways... just as a blind man's hearing will become supernaturally acute.
I hope my readers will understand, and appreciate the story for what it is... a work of fantasy, purely for enjoyment.