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Well due to the fanfare of which the previous one was greeted.. I wrote part two (though from the looks of readers, favorites, and votes :P no one payed it any mind except those who demanded i continue writing in email..) either way, here it is, beautiful part two spraying all over your face with dolphin cum! Actually, there really isnt that much sex until near the end, and most of that is artistic instead of erotic :P bah.. erotic is boring, give me psychological stimulation! -is beaten to death by angry yiffy catgirls- -groan, croak, gasp- enjoy... -wheeze- the story. * * * The Sea, She Calls to Me - Control - * * * A strain, effort against an invisible wall. I could feel it, that edge, that climax of sensation but I could not reach it. A gush was the best I achieved kneeling there in the tub. Tears of salt water in rivulets down my cheeks, "Impossible!" I cried, fist hitting the side of the tub. Three days, three whole days I had been at it, and only during the moon's peak was that release allowed to me. Don't get me wrong, I loved it, almost as if the sky itself was a secret lover. The moon pulling upon my womb, tugging at me until a climax so beautiful rushed over-and I would cum with the sea. The rest of the day however, even while at the beach working, i strained, reached, called, and cried for the pleasure only the moon could give. Was it possible? I was sure, the moon had not been high when that boy had called to me. He had changed and then changed me. Maybe time was the answer, maybe I was immature, maybe I only needed to grow a while longer. Thoughts were abruptly interrupted however as I began to reach for that edge again. The phone rang, a rude sound intruding on my carefully crafted sense of despair. Dripping I climbed from the bath, chill air of the morning running over damp naked skin, "Yeah?" I answered with a less than pleased sound. "Anna-Steve's not well, hes in the hospital, running a fever of 104. Hes delirious and continues to call out for you." It was his mother, I could assume he hadn't told her. As angry as I was at him, I did like her and attempted to let her down gently, "Julia, I dumped Steve last week, as much as I hope he gets well, I don't want to see him... I'm sorry." There was a pause over the phone, then a some what troubled sounding voice, "I... I see, did he-did he hurt you?" I could hear the fear in her words, I wondered how many women he had hurt before. For a year he had been sweet, though we saw each other infrequently. As I moved closer, he became more aggressive and jealous, but never unkind until that night. "I would prefer not to talk of it Julia, please. I do hope he recovers quickly, but its for the better that I don't see him." I began to hang up the phone, not wanting to think on this further. I could hear her voice still cracking a little. In my thoughts I saw her holding the phone with a trembling hand, a tear running down her cheek. What ever she had to say, was cut off as the phone clicked down. I liked her, but it was obvious she had known, and had not warned me. It was eight, the beach would open at nine, and I would have to be there. I dried off quickly and pulled my swim suit on. I had taken to wear only that and sandals most of the day, far easier to care for after getting soaked in sea water. My leather jacket was ruined, for which I was quite sorry, a pair of jeans had shrunk, and three sweaters looked something like fuzzy doll clothes. A backpack lugged all the things I had once kept in my pocket or car, including my beach blanket and the book of choice. Though said book was less a choice and more a desperation. I was on to factual science books now, the local library almost run dry. A book on dolphin's of course, little had come to interest from its pages, nothing that seemed to truly apply to me. Perhaps the sexuality and society but otherwise it was still an interesting read. Out back I unhooked Rusky that giant mutt of a dog. He trotted along at my heels, a good pup to be sure. I had stopped even bothering with a leash, he never strayed far, and he always kept up. Another of the changes I had started to make... My car was left to disuse. The four mile walk from my cabin to the beach was crossed by my feet and feet alone now. Rusky was welcome company. Where once I had my boyfriend to look forward to a couple times a week, now I had only my cabin. It had taken only a moment to dawn on me, I had made no friends outside of work. Isolated by where I lived and isolated by Steve. It was subtle, I hadn't noticed, but looking back I felt a fool and wondered if any of my old friends from back home would speak to me. Every weekend we would have gotten together for movies and some times to go out to the pub. Steve had known this and scheduled all our dates to overlap. Trips across the state that lasted three days, two of which were always the days I would see my friends. A small bubble of anger welled in the pit of my stomach but popped as soon as I imagined him in the hospital. Heartless, I was not, angry sure, but that part of my life was over. Religion I rarely thought of, but now teachings of my youth came back to me. To forgive, and turn away, to let it eat at you is to allow it to poison your soul. The latter, the soul bit, I wasn't so sure it was real, and really it didn't matter, there was truth to it none the less.

• • * It was a beautiful day, the storms of the past two days had passed and everything was glowing green. I splayed on my blanket, reading of dolphins, the warm sun washing my woes from me. A beach comber was my only company. From the sounds of his metal detector he had hit a large deposit of gold... or possibly an amazing two rusty bottle caps. I was no longer self conscious about the changes that had taken place. The few people who trekked this beach had barely noticed the fact that my once golden bronze skin was now a blue gray along my arms and from knee to thigh melding in to a blue black towards my torso and a silvery gray to the outskirts of me. Even my fingernails were changed, small and almost useless now; which was rather annoying as I tried to open my soda for lunch. My mother would barely recognize me now, and she was pushing for a visit. How I would deal, I didn't know, but I owed her that much after the fight I had put her through. She just wanted to make sure her baby was whole still, I was certain. The page turned, and I saw a photo of male dolphin anatomy. A small whimper escaped as flashes went through my mind. I could almost taste the salty semen running over my tongue. A dolphin man with a head of black hair standing over me, half in the water with his maleness thrust in to my beak. It was the same as in the picture, that strange prehensile spear. The book tossed aside, my eyes closed. The first true memory I could recall, not just a flash, not just a glimpse of emotion. I could see him holding my head, feel his fingers running soothing lines across my skin. And taste, so much taste, it mingled with smell, one and the same. His taste, salty musky skin over my tongue. Another whimper escaped, pleasure now in truth, my hand had found the sensitive places between my thighs. The rubbery fabric of my one piece was tucked between swollen labia, finger crushing down against the sensitive nub. Abrasive fabric upon hot skin nearly made me forget where I was, forget for a moment who I was, and I felt that edge, that climax of change so close. It was going to happen this time, I felt it, like a dolphin swimming as fast as it could towards the surface. I could feel it rushing towards me, the open air above... A cough broke my fantasy. Damp fingers pulled from between my legs immediately and I sat up straight. The beach comber was staring at me with a rather lewd grin. I was sure every blood vein in my face must have ruptured with the heat I felt. So embarrassed I wanted to run straight home and hide. I was at work, I couldn't just leave. Out of nervousness and perhaps a little fear, I gave a whistle for Rusky who was chasing crabs in the tide pools to the south. He came running, a slightly awkward gait as he tried to run with his one good eye straight ahead. "Don't let me stop you." the man said, fingers laced together over the top of his detector, the ring resting in the pebble strewn sand. "Some... Some times when your reading a book... It just gets away from you." I murmured in response, looking away for a moment towards the running dog. "I suppose dolphins must be quite a pull then, hmm?" out of the corner of my eye, I saw him lift his chin towards my discarded book as he spoke. My humiliation grew, what was he thinking of me now, I wondered, but didn't want to know, "You even look like a dolphin, I bet you have a beautiful pale pink belly hidden under that swim suit... almost as pink as your face is now I bet." I looked square at him, now some what beyond fear, close to terrified. I knew I couldn't really hide my appearance, it was written on my face, but some how I had assumed no one would take notice, just another strange girl in the world, "n..no Sir..." I mumbled, looking at his weather warn features, he had to be in his late fifties at least. With an ounce more courage I continued, "No Sir, my skin is quite dark. And-I would appreciate you not looking at me that way." words spoken with a steady voice, and far more courage than I felt, they had an effect upon the man, "My apologies Miss." he gave a curt bow of his head, and for a flash I could picture him in a tuxedo, at a ball room asking me to dance. His lewd and quite unacceptable behavior washed away in an air of courtly pride and grace, "You must forgive me however, it is not every day one walks this beach and finds a beautiful young lady lost to such a powerful fantasy she forgets where she is." his words followed by a wink, and again my cheeks darkened. I turned away without response, just in time to catch an excitable ball wrecking ball of dog fur that seemed to be firmly affixed to a tongue set upon devastating my face. A sputter, a few shoves, and Rusky was down, his head in my lap looking quite innocent and demure, "Liar.." I mumbled to him and set to work scratching the pleasant places behind his ears. "Liar?" the man asked? Rather baffled by my expression. "Not you Sir." I replied, and motioned towards Rusky, "He wants everyone to believe he is such a well behaved creature of the highest breeding. Really hes quite two faced." The old man laughed and came forward, setting to his knees at the dog's side, "He seems quite well behaved to me, though he did nearly drown you a moment before." I watched, surprised as Rusky simply licked the man's hand, not a growl, no bite, and no hesitation. "Now thats rare, he likes you-he doesn't like anyone. The last person who tried to take him for a walk he didn't know ended up with six stitches. He's a good guard dog though and if he likes you, a very friendly companion." I spoke, trying to forget the scene that had just taken place. What would have happened I wondered, if I had broken through the surface, and changed shape in front of... I paused my thoughts and looked up to him, "I'm Anna." "Charles Edwards." He replied with a hand outstretched. I took it, firmly, though his grip was like iron reserved. I felt he could have crushed my fingers with barely a flex. His hand was also a world larger, mine, small and delicate, was lost in his palm. I felt the roughness as he gave the back of my hand a caress. A crease between his eyebrows as he looked down at me, "Your skin..." he started to say, then shook his head. For a moment I didn't know what to say, then gave him a beaming smile and replied, "Maybe I am a dolphin?" then winked at him, teasing. He returned the smile, but I saw curiosity in his face. About nothing, we spoke at length; the storm, the waves, dolphins and dogs. Little of consequence but plenty of sounding each other out. I gathered he was an old army officer, had fought during world war 2. I asked of his family, and found he was alone now, a wife who had died, and no children. Long gone now, there was no pain in his eyes. Eventually he bid farewell and continued his search of the beach. I wondered if he ever found anything of interest. The sun passed its zenith and moved in to mid afternoon before I had finished my book. A few tidbits of facts I hadn't known, but nothing to tell me of what I was. It wasn't as if I expected a chapter on were-dolphins and how they squeaked at the moon. I played fetch for a while with an old piece of driftwood, until Rusky was exhausted and fell asleep in the shade. As the oceanic currents had shifted, the water was steadily warming up and I went for a short swim before I felt too chilled. More sunbathing, but it never seemed to darken my new skin, nor burn me. The warmth was quite luxuriated however.
• • * That night I awoke under the pier in town fifteen miles to the north. I was curled up in the sand against a barnacle encrusted piling. The tide was low, and I felt exhausted. I had been out far longer than ever before, and traveled much farther. There was an ache in my stomach and a few bruises here or there on my body, but for the most part I was just tired. The moon had risen much earlier, I had just gotten off for the day and was still on the beach as the pull had begun to draw me. I recalled almost hypnotized walking towards the ocean. A remembered sensation, that climax rushing through as I had dived in to the breakers, then knew no more. To wake here was quite jarring. Always I woke back at my beach, always, but now I woke to an unknown place and it took a moment to determine where I was. Only the light above the pier, a light I knew well, for the ocean side restaurant it came from I had been to many a time with Steve. Naked, shivering, and scared I walked out to the cliff face a few meters distant. It was late, the town was shut down, no one walked the streets. The moon was entirely gone, I had been out for a very long time. What to do, what can I do, I thought. This was not right, I should be close to home, close to safty, close to my clothing and backpack. To the sea I looked, and felt betrayed, I knew where I was, but still I was lost, "damn you..." I whispered, then walked in to the waves. I wanted to go home.. and I couldn't walk it, "This time, you will obey me!" I half growled while looking down over my chest and stomach. A moment of concentration, imagining again the dolphin in the sea zooming towards the surface, desperate to break in to the air. A rush of sensation enveloping, overwhelming, a gush from every pore. It felt like I was draining out between my thighs, every drop that was me, rushing in to the sea. Pleasurable but also disturbing. This time my eyes opened, and I saw the water above me, stars sparkling through the surface. I smiled a moment, just a moment, then frowned. A hand drifted before my eyes, my hand, human, I wasn't changed. I broke the surface and took a deep breath, it felt good, needed, exquisite chill air filling my lungs. It struck me then, replaying the vision of my face breaking the waves. I was going the wrong way, from sea to sky, "Of course..." I whispered. If imagery had anything to do with it, or at least the symbolic representation of my imagination, I mused for a moment. Again I closed my eyes, picturing the ocean as I remembered it. Clear blue water, coral and fish, white sand, smooth pebbles, driftwood and sea grass. The waves before me, crashing endlessly upon the land. I could imagine the desperation of air, but the need of water was refused me. I couldn't muster the emotion, the drive that would cause me to risk drowning. I began to cry then, fists clenching at my sides. I was too afraid, even in my imagination I wouldn't throw myself to the waves. This time, it was true tears that streaked my face, they felt different; warm, aching. Again I tried, imagined throwing myself off the cliff at my beach in to the deep water. But I always saw the jagged rocks and white breakers. I was afraid of the sea. Either I could walk the streets naked, or I could ask for help neither seemed entirely apealing. I ended up swimming with my own human body. When I reached the beach, the sun was well in to the sky and I was unable to pull myself from the waves. Cool damp stones under me, with the soothing rush of waves caressing from feet to neck. Perhaps I napped, I couldn't be sure, it continued to bring back memories of that first night after my rape. What lifted me however was not any will of my own. Strong but gentle hands drew me from the waves. Soft warmth enveloped me, and soon I knew I was truly lost to dream. The rocking of movement reminded me of laying upon the waves, the warmth seemed so enjoyable, and as if to drown, I slipped under.
• • * I was ripped from my dreams by the slobbering of a rather familiar tongue across my forehead. Rusky to be sure, with my eyes slitting open, I saw his golden fur and the scar over the left side of his face. A weak arm reached up to both pull him away and draw him closer. Something familiar and welcome. Rusky moved aside after a moment and I looked up to see a blurry form above me. A cup to my lips, cool water. My throat was parched and I drank deeply, "thanks." I croaked after it was pulled away. "Don't mention it. Though if I again have to again see you in a compromising situation I may have to ask for your hand in marriage. Its only proper!" the voice replied, Charles. I grinned, well beyond embarrassment now, he had possibly saved my life, "If I end up nearly killing myself again, and you save my life... I may take you up on that proposal." I mumbled only half aware of what I was saying, then drifted back for a while, on the edge of consciousness. It was dark again when I woke in truth. The room was still and silent, and as I looked through a window to the sky, the moon was high but I felt no pull. Almost at its peak, but I felt no urge to the sea. This itself was most terrifying. Slowly I sat up, finding myself naked still, wrapped in sheets. A jingle of tags and collar followed by a wet nose to my side then a heavy canine head in my lap. I had woken Rusky, "hey boy.. did I have you worried? I'm sorry for leaving you on the beach like that.." I spoke to him at a whisper while scratching behind his ears, then down under his collar. He of course had no verbal response, just a lolling tongue and pleased look in the dim light of the waxing moon. A soft snore alerted me to the man sleeping in a chair to one side of the room. Carefully I extracted myself from the bed and went searching for my stuff, I was sure he would have brought my backpack with him, and I had a change of clothes in it. A few moments later, I found it next to the door, and began to dress. I felt strong, stronger than ever, as if I hadn't just nearly swam myself to death. With clothing on I made my way to the bathroom to relieve myself. It wasn't happening, my bladder felt full, but as I sat there upon the toilet, nothing released. I couldn't change, I couldn't piss... something was wrong. Even though I felt healthy and strong, something was wrong. Had I displeased the ocean some how? Was there a deity that could give and could take? A moment later it seemed odd to me, that my first instinct was that there would be a higher power. But then again, I was something bordering on magical, why not? A long time I sat there, until finally I rose to my feet with frustration, "fine.." I growled at my body, and though I felt the pressure in my bladder, nothing could be done to relieve it. Clothes pulled on, belt buckled, I looked at myself in the mirror. The same strange features looked back at me, not my own entirely, but surely me. A shake of black hair, I turned away and rummaged in my bag. Notebook freed, pen drawn from the spiral binding: Dear Charles, You have my sincerest thanks for taking care of me. I don't know what to tell you, but I am feeling well now, and Perhaps we can talk again on the beach another day. I have to take Rusky home and do some thinking of my own. I do hope I wasn't an inconvenience, if I owe you anything I will gladly repay. Anna I tore the page free and laid it where I had been sleeping. As quietly as I could I left the house with Rusky at my heels, backpack over my shoulders. A last glance at the building, large, well maintained, overlooking the sea to the south end of my beach. I had seen it many times, but never known who lived there. A brief thought, he must have been the one to report my absence from the beach. The hike home was easy, casual, and comfortable but for the strange empty fullness inside. As strange as it sounds, a swell in my belly, like a pit that put pressure upon my insides, a gaping hole deep within. Every so often I glanced at the moon until it too began to set, with no pull upon me. It took a moment to realize what was missing. That pull, I always felt it, always tugging in the direction of the moon until straight above, it ripped the sea right through me. I couldn't feel that pull, the sea wasn't in me tonight, but I was still full with something. The cabin was dark and quiet, comfortable and familiar once I was inside. Rusky chained up out back, he seemed reluctant to let me leave his sight and I almost let him in. It was only memory of what Mable had told me that steeled my heart. I did not feel like spending hours fixing a trashed house, though I was curious how Charles had gotten him calm enough to be indoors. Again I tried to relive my bladder, but nothing flowed though the pressure kept growing. Tonight it was decided, I would sleep in the bath. A blanket over the top and me curled up in the bottom, a pillow against the back. I was really growing used to the old brass lion footed tub, it seemed almost more inviting than my bed. The sun shining in woke me, only a few hours of sleep, but enough. It was my bladder that drew me from the depths however. It was truly hurting now, as full as it was. I thought of the ocean running from me, imagined the flood of sensation as i changed. But it was strange, like viewing it through a muddy stream, parts would fade out, other parts would come clear. I thought of the times I assisted the change, fingers playing and reached down between my naked thighs. The touch was electric, a jolt through my womb as a fingertip brushed the pearl of my clit tucked between rubbery lips. The vaginal landscape I possessed was entirely new to me. Where once downy soft lips covered in soft fur hid a damp softness and sensitivity; i was firm, with labia that seemed muscular, trying to hold myself shut, a hood that took effort to pull back, and an entrance that was so muscular and deep. All new, all pleasurable but for the pressure behind it, and even as I began to tease that too became a sort of pleasure, a deep pressure, filled, something to release as if a building orgasm. Another jolt of sensation as I rolled back the hood, clit swelling with my lust, pearly white skin growing pink. Another jolt, another, until I felt like a resistor with an AC current running through me. Slow, gentle, but so sensitive. My eyes closed, blanket tossed from the tub, only a pillow under my neck, "please..." I whispered to the sea and imagined myself crawling towards it, desperate in need for the cool salty spray upon my lips... I came then, a howl of rapture following the rising sensation. For a moment I was the sea, waves running through me, part of me. I saw a river, muddy and warm flowing in to my sea, pooling on the surface, choking a moment... then my breakers beating it aside, and a new release took shape. My bladder emptied, pooling in the bottom of the tub. I barely noticed the strange crystal clear water, in the overwhelming release. I saw the change then, the gentle embrace of deep currents, and I dived, dived so deep and again I came. This time my release was all it took, body shuddering and bursting with a tsunami I craved. Freed of the fresh water taint, I sobbed out a cry which drowned in bubbles. The sound was reborn a moment later in squeaks and squeals. I laid in the tub, still, and knew everything had changed, I felt so completely different. Disorienting vision at first, I made my way out of the tub, splashing to the floor. It took a while for me to comprehend it all, but I was aware, I was here, in my home, and I was a dolphin in truth. Too soon I began to feel a bit dry and very warm in the air of the cabin, with sunlight streaming in through the windows. It was another moment taken for me to shift back, just how I had tried so many times before; breaking the surface of the ocean and with a splash I found my legs again, body back to human. Upon my hands and knees I sat a moment, fingers still between my legs, feeling the rushing seawater pouring from my womb, "Thank you..." I whispered to the sea then brought fingers to my lips, tasting the salt, the life, where I belonged.
• • * That day I worked as usual, laying upon my beach blanket, relaxing in the sunlight. A book of poetry this time, one of my least favorite subjects, but certainly better than reading medical dictionaries. Rusky refused to leave my side, he seemed rather concerned for my safety. It was some time after noon when the true beach goers started to arrive. Some like I had never seen before, families, couples, singles with so much skin. For a moment I felt exposed and scared, so different in this crowd of normality. The tide had turned, the currents had brought warm water north. The swimmers came in a as a trickle, then a flood. By four the beach was packed, and I was sitting upon the lifeguard chair, uncomfortable but vigilant. For the first time, I truly had to work. To my relief, no one drowned that day. By the time the moon was rising, most of them had gone home. The sun setting, I still sat there, feeling tired from watching so carefully. The last family began to pack up after kicking sand over the remnants of their fire ring. I got down, a few stretches, then waded out in to the water. It truly was warm, inviting even, and for a while I enjoyed a swim. Though I had managed to change earlier this morning on my own, I was still unsure weather I would feel the moon's pull. Half way up, and I still felt nothing, though not the emptiness of before. The further it climbed as I swam the more nervousness I felt. I climbed to the beach, finding it almost deserted but for one person walking along the highest waves. Charles, I could tell as he turned in to the sun. A wave exchanged, I waited on him trying to hide my agitation, "Hey there. I'm sorry about the other night, I hope I didn't upset your routine any." I called to him as he drew close. He shook his head and I saw the white teeth shine in his tanned face, "Not at all Miss, though you are going to have to tell me what in the world happened to you. I was out shutting off the porch light when your dog came up to me barking like mad. I thought it strange that he was still there, so I came down and he lead me straight to you, I thought you were dead for sure." he was watching me with a very curios and determined expression. I bit my lip and looked out to the sun stained sea. Then it started, abruptly and with a gasp. The moon's pull, I felt as if my womb was being pulled up in to my throat, He wouldn't see the copious flood of sea water that ran down my already soaking thighs, but a moment later a splash of water rushed from my lips. He advanced towards me, and I took off running to the water, diving in just in time to feel the last splash of the change, and moaned. I was whole minded this time, I was in control. The change so abrupt that I was dazed. I sat at the bottom of the shallow cove for a moment, then took off as fast as i could, leaving my bathing suit behind. In the distance I could hear barking and felt the well of tears in my eyes, the pressure only, as I was underwater already. I for a moment hated myself, what was he going to think of me? Just disappearing in to the waves like some sea nymph. Slowly though the emotion faded in to a more soothing rush of my home. The sea, I could hear her calling, the distant crash of waves, the deep dark below, schools of fish in the reef. And in the distance I could hear other's calling to me. My pain was forgotten, my situation forgotten. They were calling to me, and I called to them, I wasn't alone. I barely recalled why I had been so distraught, it seemed like a distant memory as I carved my way through the ocean, a knife cutting so cleanly. Powerful, and hungry, oh I was hungry, a soft click as I looked about, and it came to me, as if I was born to it. I felt everything, saw everything, knew everything. Within seconds it faded, I clicked again, and everything was once again exposed. If you could call it a dance, I danced, a joyous feeling as I shot through the air, up up up... and came crashing down to splash deep, right in to a school of fish. Blood between my teeth, a flavor so sweet, my heart swelled as my belly filled. The calls were closer, I returned the call with my own, they were coming and I shot towards the sound. At first just a hint of silver flickering in the dim twilight, then I saw him-My Master. The pod was of no more than five, my Master his two sons, and his two mates. His son had been the one to lure me, then disappeared to watch as he had claimed me. I felt my belly heating, my body ready for him, I cried a greeting and felt him brush along my underside. Smooth skin to smooth skin and I trembled, feeling his malehood brush my beak. His wives brushed up against me, and slowly pushed me downwards to the sea bottom. I didn't resist, eyes closed, body ready as the held me. Then he came to me, I saw him in sonar alone, silhouette of him, and a brief image of his cock before he got too close, then I felt it. A pierce of my belly so sweet, a taking so brutal, I cried my lust for him, and my love. My netherlips, tight and swollen around him as he bucked himself deep, piercing my previously torn cervix. He was so long and he thrust so deep, but there was no pain only acceptance and pleasure. My powerful body bucked up against him, sheathing every inch of his length within, and it hooked inside, curving right. I came hard and violent, milking smooth slippery flesh. It was so strange, how much pleasure he gave me, a single little brush of his penis send electric pulses along my spine. A few long minutes he took me, leisurely for him I knew. How did I know? I had no memories... How did I know he was my Master? Why did that bring such pleasure to me? I began to grow confused. I had no chance to resist though as he came to his peak. I tilted myself to look up at him as i felt his thick warmth spreading through my belly. It was a wonderful sensation in truth, so much, so hard, flooding me. I watched as he pulled out, semen staining the water between us. Before I knew it though, the largest of his son's took his father's place in my body. Now I began to struggle a little, and was rewarded with a sharp butt from one of his wives in my side. I squeaked in protest but laid still for the boy. Smaller than his father, but no less eager, nor any less pleasurable. The thrusts quick and sharp causing my stomach muscles to twitch and jump. I cried out, loving it even though I hadn't asked for it. Again I came, harder this time, feeling my belly full and warm. I almost wished I had arms to wrap about him, to hold his smaller body close, his malehood inside of me. Each wave of pleasure rushing from my womb through the rest of my body, until I was so close to a true climax... He was done, and I so close. His cock slipped free, streaming milky white over my body. I could taste it now in the water around me, smell it, feel it. I was draped in it and still the smallest son took his place over me. There was no resistance in me anymore, air was growing short, and I was so close to my peak. Though this boy the smallest, his length still felt just as wonderful inside. At last my peak was reached and the deep cry echoed back to me through the waves. It must have been the fluttering clenches of my entrance that drove him, for within only moments I felt his release join the rest of the pod's lust inside of me, where it belonged. Released finally, I swam up, taking a deep breath and savoring the afterglow. The boys off playing while my Master darted around one of his wives. I slowly drifted on towards the cove, I had satisfied the pod, and that was all my duty required of me. Question's still rattled through my mind, but there was no one who would tell me. At the beach, in the night, I crawled on to the sand as I changed. A gush of sticky warmth spurted from my belly after. My human shape much smaller than my dolphin shape. Fingers trailed through the mess, gathering it up, then dipped between lips to be sucked clean. I laid there for a while, swallowing every drop I could gather, shuddering with each drop. It was overwhelming. I felt such sweet acute desire and longing. I now knew more, but that only opened so many more questions. Panting in the dark, still feeling so much need I felt Rusky hop up on me and begin licking the last of the semen from my body. A soft laugh escaped me, and again I thought of the malehood tucked between his hind legs, but I shook my head, "I still don't know enough... maybe you would become like me eh Rusky? Well I suppose that wouldn't be so bad..." "Maybe you can fill me in, because you obviously know more than me." A voice called out of the darkness, Charles again, he was sitting on my beach blanket only a few meters away.... he must have been watching me the whole time. "I'm sorry." I whispered. Then crawled to my knees, looking around for a moment, "Its the tide... when its at its highest..." I broke of, how could you tell some one something like this? Either you become an experiment, or they don't believe you. A moment taken to dig through my bag, and I found my clothing. Feeling better once I was dressed and warm. He said nothing the whole time, not even watching me, just staring out at the sea. Finally he said to me, "Don't go to him, hes dangerous, very dangerous." Then he stood and started walking back towards his house, leaving me utterly bewildered. Packed up, the moon almost hidden behind the cliffs and trees, I began my walk home with Rusky following, "maybe I should leave you back at home from now on... don't want you getting in trouble when I change." I told him. Straps of my pack adjusted, I picked my way over the broken trail. Another page of purpose filled.