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This was a commission done for Dragcoin, who gave me a fair amount of creative freedom on this one: https://dragcoin.sofurry.com/

I also copied his original description for you because it sounds too epic not to XD

Description: The protagonist, a young bottlenose dolphin genetically modified with human-like intelligence, is called into a lab for what seems to be a regular checkup. But when it is found out that he is capable of reproduction, he is bound, tested for his cum capacity, tested for what arouses him, and milked for his seed.

*Milking the Dolphin*

Doctor Gordon was late again. Strange. He was seldom late, and never twice during the same week. Was it a personal issue? Health related? Or was he being assigned to another dolphin?

That last thought always flared Delphiny's anxiety, turning his lazy swim into swift laps from one end of his pool to the other. Everywhere he went, the likeness of the ocean greeted him, the shifting images depicting a reality now lost to him. The young bottlenose dolphin had but focus and navigate the strong currents within his mind to recall those faded, almost dream-like memories, but today, he found no peace in entertaining that fantasy.

Without doctor Gordon, the ocean didn't matter to him. He wouldn't know—or wouldn't remember—how to chase live fish, where to hide from sharks, and when to approach others of his kind. Doctor Gordon never taught him any of this, for he had no need of all this knowledge in his still, spacious pool surrounded by screens that offered him all the beauty of that freedom absent its perils. But if doctor Gordon was being assigned to another dolphin, if he…if he…

The sliding sound of the door to the corridor leading to his pool, followed by the familiar thump of footsteps, changed Delphiny's trajectory straight to the staircase, where he attempted to use his flippers to pull himself up the incline next to the staircase and his tail to force himself forward. He made it halfway out of the water, and yet, his best friend and doctor didn't even notice.

“Today's not quite…ma'am, with all due respect, I am Delphiny's patron, which means I'm in charge of everything that concerns his—hey, back into the water, or you get none of this." Doctor Gordon rattled the bucket of fish suggestively, pointing at the pool with his phone.

Delphiny did as was told, floating around the edge of the pool, slapping his tail against the water and grunting in frustration at being ignored despite the short time of Gordon's visits. Whenever he spoke on the phone, it meant he had protocol to follow, and protocol always sucked!

“Actually, I wish you were a dolphin yourself, because they actually listen to the words I'm saying. Have a better day than I'm about to," he said, ending the conversation and pocketing his phone.

“Apologies for…well, everything," he sighed, lowering the bucket of fish on the ground so that he could remove his white doctor's coat and remain in his jeans and T-shirt that depicted him—him!—of all dolphins. A trill of exuberance burst out of the bottlenose dolphin as he sped from side to side, batting the water with his flippers to get doctor Gordon to join him in the water. Or better yet, to both join him and put on the helmets!

His best and only friend in the entire world shared a sly glance with him, after which he rushed to the side storage room that held all manner of medical equipment, the two helmets that allowed them to talk included.

“Got your favorite fish as well. How's this for an apology? If only my bosses shared the same mindset…"

When he came out of the side room, Gordon had already discarded his clothes but for his speedo, his helmet already equipped. Delphiny urged him to hurry up and put on his helmet as well by slapping the water with his fluke, but the doctor approached him with at a languid pace, stroking the sides of the smaller helmet designed to fit a dolphin.

He would talk about his problems. He'd talk to Gordon about everything! But in order for that to happen, he needed that particular helmet strapped to his head, the one that did something to the waves of his mind. His human friend had explained the science behind this technology to him, but Delphiny paid little attention to that. He only cared about the ability it granted to him, not the process that made it possible.

“Head against you know which step," doctor Gordon said as he crouched in front of Delphiny, discarding the helmet to the side to stroke the sides of his snout instead.

The dolphin squeaked and nuzzled his hand, pointing him to the helmet insistently.

“Fine. We'll skip the best step of our reunion. Don't blame me for it later."

As soon as doctor Gordon finished strapping the helmet to his head and turned it on, Delphiny butted his snout against his wrist. “You were late again!"

“I had apologized for everything, did I not? And let's not forget the treats that I brought. Speaking of which."

“Not yet," Delphiny interrupted him as he was about to make a turn for the bucket of fish. “I want to know why you were late."

Doctor Gordon groaned in response, but chose to face the dolphin nonetheless. Others never did that. They treated Delphiny like an animal, never letting him wear the helmet, always telling him what to do, the condescending lemmings.

“You will not like what I have to say. It is not a good way to start today's meeting."

Delphiny didn't respond. He swam to the middle of his pool, putting enough distance between him and Gordon to give the doctor the space he always needed during such moments. Proximity to him made him act odd, and sometimes, water came out of his eyes. He never explained the concept of crying to Delphiny, yet the meaning still unnerved him.

Especially when this was the second time when he arrived late this week.

With the dolphin far enough to keep him together, the human simply rested on the side of the pool, kicking his legs at the water, fiddling his fingers.

“You know how life is, Delph. There is the good, there is the bad, and there is us in the middle, trying to make sense of everything." He paused for a moment to stare at the water rippling between his knees, focused, somber. When he shifted his gaze to Delphiny, he hid his troubles beneath his warm smile, one that always gave Delphiny the tingles, for only Gordon did that out of all the humans in this facility.

“We have to do a round of tests today. Different ones. The sort that involve transportation."

“Why?" Delphiny asked, tempted to surge to Gordon and drag him into the water to play instead. “I don't want tests. I don't like them. Can't they do them here, like the previous times?"

The human's features hardened, his lips shrinking. “Not this time, my friend. I am out of favors, but I can and will promise you that we'll find a way to make them fun and pleasurable, eh?"

“Pleasurable how?" the dolphin inquired, following a school of fish that drifted along the screens bordering his pool, their edges slim, almost seamless. “They are tests. They aren't supposed to be fun. Your words, doctor."

“Hmpf," the human chuckled. “You're smarter than me already, and I'm your doctor. You're not vying for my job, are you? Because you'd be so good at it, Systemic would have no choice but to cancel the animal intelligence uplift program for fear of your kind taking over the station and soon enough, the whole world."

Delphiny cackled at the notion. Doctor Gordon always forgot about the drawbacks of his species. Or maybe he simply chose to withhold that bit of information. Either way, he felt compelled to remind him that he couldn't even get out of the pool unassisted, nor survive outside of it for very long. And even then, the doctor praised his wisdom at acknowledging his weaknesses instead of stating the obvious.

That humans made him this way, and humans chose where he lived, and how he lived.

“You're not just a test subject," the doctor repeated the same thing he said to him when he was first moved to this pool, alone with his screens, safe, secure. “It's easy to lose track of that, here on the Eros space habitat, where dreams are bred and born among the stars."

He enunciated the last portion in an add, almost bitter type of way, but not quite. He once referred to that as sarcasm, but the subtleties of it dodged Delphiny, as did many of the peculiarities of human behavior.

“Do you remember your old life?" Gordon inquired for the first time, ignoring his own rule about never bringing up the past. “The one before they moved you here? The ocean and the other dolphins?"

Delphiny hesitated as anxiety creeped through his frame. “Is this part of the tests?"

Doctor Gordon nodded, sloshing the water with a few kicks of his legs, transfixed by the sprinkling drops. “It's part of a bigger test. The one that comes afterward if everything plays out the way everyone expects today."

“I…don't want to do that," the dolphin said, conflicted between impressing his friend and dragging him into the pool to play and set everything else aside. “Tell me about the tests so that you can join me in the pool!"

“This is important, Delphiny," Gordon emphasized, throwing him one of those sharp glares that he reserved for when he became doctor Gordon, not just Gordon.

“I…fine," the dolphin conceded, allowing himself to drift on the false, shallow currents of his pool. “I'll try, but I don't remember much from before."

The past was clouded. Murky. Like a swirl of disturbed sand. He had no sand here, however. Nor algae, corrals, live fish, or others of his kind. He shouldn't have remembered any of that according to doctor Gordon, and yet, he did. Just like before, he kept this knowledge to himself, mentioning only the affection he bore for Gordon for all the treats he brought him.

“Is there nothing more that you want to mention?"

Delphiny shook his head, withholding the fragmented memories of a pod he often dreamed about.

“You won't always be here, alone. You will meet others. Some friendly, others less so, and I…I don't know if what I've taught you will be enough. But we're working on that, aren't we?" his friend changed the topic, offering him a reassuring smile.

“What about the tests? Shouldn't we prepare for them first?"

“They're…" doctor Gordon chuckled, shoving some water over Delphiny's head. “Not that kind of tests. It's not a contest, nor a competition. It never is."

“But I want to show them what I've learned and what I can do!" Delphiny said, performing a series of acrobatics that him and Gordon have practiced.

“And you will. Just… not this time," the human said as he got up, stepping over to the staircase of the pool, only to back away from it, concern etched all over his face.

“You know how I always say that there is no failure in our program; just evolution. That after a certain period of time and after a series of tests, you advance to the next stage. Today is when that might just happen, and no matter where they move you, I'll be there to help you ease into it, okay?"

Why did he speak so strange? Why did he scratch at the back of his neck and at the stubble of his jaw so often? What was he not saying?

“Are they good tests? Meant to prove the other humans that I am different from others?"

Doctor Gordon favored him a shallow smile. “Yes. In a way that will astound every single one of my peers."

“Then there is nothing to worry about!" Delphiny trilled, skipping through the water, inviting Gordon at play with a series of squeaks.

He opened his mouth to say something, but abolished that thought with a grin as he hurled himself into the water, sending droplets flying all around. Delphiny rushed to greet him, bumping the tip of his snout against his cheeks and lips, squeaking in glee from the doctor's soft caress upon his brow.

“There is nothing to worry about indeed," his friend agreed, as if the entire weight of whatever troubled him lifted off him.

Good. Delphiny liked him much better when he wasn't a doctor, for they could finally play! And, as if to make up for the dolphin's dislike of transportation, doctor Gordon brought out all of Delphiny's favorite toys from the storage room, including a beach ball that they bounced around until the other humans, garbed in their white robes, interrupted them.

“Just give me a moment to dry and dress up," doctor Gordon told them, his very words seeing the squad of humans out of their room.

“We'll play whichever game you want after we're done for the day, yes?" his friend said as he bumped Delphiny's snout with the tip of his finger.

“How long will it take?" the dolphin asked, his anxiety flaring up at the thought of being lifted and placed into that small tank in which he could barely move.

“It'll be over before you know it, and I'll be at your side to recount you the next story about the dolphins I used to work with. Those far lesser than you," he added, as if he knew exactly which words to use to make Delphiny feel better about his situation.

Doctor Gordon's tale made the transportation far more bearable than Delphiny expected. All he had to do was close his eyes and imagine himself as part of the pod that his friend described. It all came to an abrupt end when they entered the designated room, filled with more people that Delphiny had ever seen.

“Doctor Gordon," a woman with curly, auburn hair stepped forward to meet them, walking alongside them over to an intimidating contraption that Gordon never told him about. “The whole team responsible for your project is here, as you can see, so please don't make a scene. I have received and pondered upon your request, but there are authorities higher than mine that demanded my presence here, just like I have demanded yours."

“Veronica, we had a deal. A simple, effective deal that you swore upon."

“And I would have kept my word, had you been fully honest with me, but trust has to go both ways, doesn't it, doctor?"

“Doctor Gordon!" Delphiny's panicked words filled his mind. “They are…they are trying to make me wear something that has tentacles!"

“It seems I'm not the only one who you kept in the dark," she said, stepping to the side to give Gordon leave to join his dolphin.

“Leave him," Gordon said, pushing everybody aside. “I'm responsible for him, so all I want from you is to sit tight on the edges of the room and shut the hell up."

Delphiny watched the humans slowly back away until Gordon's hands cupped his face, his eyes warm and full of compassion. “Don't mind them. Focus on me. I'm your doctor, yes?"

He was, but the discomfort brought by the requirement to stay on his side, together with the intimidating appearance of the numerous straps waiting to bind him into place, made Delphiny more anxious than he should have been.

“The straps are meant to hold you from rocking against the walls of the tank. They can't hurt you, see?" Doctor Gordon grabbed one of the loose rubber serpents and slid it over his belly, its cushioned texture not at all displeasing.

“The reason we require them is because one of the tests involves your excitement rod, and for you to pass it, we have to make it grow as long as we can, yes?"

The dolphin shifted his attention to the people tiptoeing closer to him, their necks outstretched to steal glances of him. “Will this prove to the others that I'm strong enough to visit the ocean? You told me that the harder a male grows, the stronger he is."

“And that is why we need to hold you in place, dear Delphiny," doctor Gordon said as he stroked the top of his head. “It is going to feel funny. Very funny, and very good, and you remember how you almost upended your tank the last time I measured your excitement rod, right?"

Delphiny turned his head away, ashamed with his loss of control. “I'm sorry."

“Don't be," Gordon said as he slid a strap over the base of his tail, clicking it into place. “There is nothing you've done wrong, but that doesn't mean we should not take precautions, especially now, when you have an entire audience to watch how big and strong you grow. Bigger and stronger than any dolphin they have ever seen. It's why they are all here, after all."

Delphiny was eager and happy to receive such words of praise from his only friend in a room full of strangers. Gordon eased him gently into the rubber straps of the harness, calming the dolphin with gentle rubs along his snout, fins, and belly as the other scientists gave doctor Gordon indications on how to secure him into the harness

“Good boy. We'll be done before you know it, alright? It's just a simple procedure, one very similar to the ones we've done before. Only, instead of taking measurements of your fins, snout and fluke, now we measure the level of your excitement."

“I trust you," Delphiny's calm voice washed over Gordon's mind.

“Alright. That means we're ready," Doctor Gordon said before lathering his hands with the slippery gel Delphiny always loved. His warm hands always felt so soft and gentle, but the silvery ooze added a pleasant tickle to his touch, one that always made him feel funny when Gordon rubbed his lower belly.

“Give him a bit of space please. He's used to doing this with an audience. You're here to observe and gather data, not interfere in my work unless I specifically call on you," Gordon said to his fellow doctors who took a step or two back, yet always hovering at the edge of his vision. Delphiny always found them curious, and never ceased wondering why Gordon tended to rebuff them. They were doctor Gordon's pod, right?

With a soft sigh, Gordon started to prepare the dolphin by rubbing along his underside. Delphiny remained completely still, eyes closed, fully immersing into the pleasant strokes of Gordon's gel-covered hands while the doctor's warm, patient touch tested and prodded for the dolphin's weaknesses.

“Are you enjoying yourself?" Doctor Gordon's knowledgeable smirk warmed Delphiny's heart, for it proved to him that he knew exactly the effect his hands had on him. Slow, calming ripples undulated along the water's surface as Gordon scratched around his flippers, moved along his side playfully, before finally descending down his belly further and further.

The smooth surface of the dolphin's skin added a tinge of color to his cheeks. Delphiny often asked him why that happened when he touched him down there, only for Gordon to say that it made him feel funny as well. He insisted on his underbelly for a while, trying slow, steady, rhythmical strokes. When they failed to coax the dolphin's member out of hiding, he picked up the pace, only for Delphiny to wriggle in his bindings and squeak at how his gel-coated fingers tickled him.

“It's…it's so slippery and nice!"

Delphiny's joyous thoughts made his friend grin and chuckle softly as well, the tips of his fingers resting on his crevice, poking at it gently. “But not nice enough to show me what a mighty male you are."

That painfully truthful remark made the dolphin whine apologetically. “It's not your fault, doctor Gordon. It's them," he said, looking from side to side at the numerous people gathered around. “Their murmurs, their stares, their expectations…what if I am not as big and strong as they expect?"

The human immediately grabbed the dolphin's fins, holding them tight as he lowered his head to whisper, “You are far more than they expect. We just have to show them."

“But…how?"

Like always, Delphiny's doubts were no match for doctor Gordon's confidence. “Remember how I fished for your excitement rod when you asked me to prove to you that you're a male and not a female?"

That felt both embarrassing and surprisingly good, so Delphiny gave his friend an enthusiastic nod. He didn't want to fail the test. He couldn't! Not when everybody was here to watch doctor Gordon do his job.

The human bit into his lip as one of his fingers sunk into Delphiny's warm crevice. The gentle dolphin let out a soft trilling noise at that and clenched his muscles around the intrusion not to push the doctor back, but to suck him deeper inside. More of Gordon's fingers disappeared inside the dolphin's soaked depths, closing in around the dolphin's flaccid phallus like a warm embrace of love and comfort.

“That's it, Delphiny. Nice and easy. Nice and easy. I'm going to pull you out slowly and insert you into the measuring device that they purposefully shaped after one of the cute female dolphins we talked about, so all you have to do is close your eyes and imagine her slowly drifting towards you," Gordon said as he squeezed his hand around the dolphin's pulsating shaft. Delphiny clearly remembered how exciting it felt the last time his doctor grabbed him in that fashion, for his penis grew in unison with his excitement, sharp and sudden. In less than two seconds, his penis started to swell into a proper erection, jabbing towards the mate he was promised.

“Easy, Delphiny. Easy." Gordon tried to direct his tip towards the device, but the dolphin began to struggle against his bindings, every jerk of his body forcing Gordon to tighten his grip around his malehood and stoke the pleasure welling within him.

“It…it feels so funny. So good and so funny," Delphiny moaned as the doctor signaled to one of the attendees to come and help lower the tube-like measuring tool on top of Delphiny's excitement rod.

“I know that it does, but my hands are not the female you have to enter."

“I don't care!" The dolphin rebelled. “I don't like her! I like you!"

Doctor Gordon could have simply forsaken Delphiny. He could have simply let go and wait for Delphiny to regain his composure, but he didn't. Instead, he clutched his dolphin's shaft like a treasured possession, putting himself between the measuring device and the operator that came to his aid.

“I got this. He's my patient," he growled to whoever dared come between them.

Delphiny never felt more proud of his friend. He wanted to say that, but couldn't, for strange, untamed fire welled within his underbelly. Strong pulsations rippled below his firm genital walls, heralding the coming of that almost debilitating weakness that always stole Delphiny's thoughts.

Faced with the predicament that Delphiny might not have the necessary fortitude of mind to stick himself into the collecting machine, Gordon tried to delay the dolphin's orgasm by rubbing around the slit to let the dolphin cool down, mentioning all the while that he wouldn't force him inside the female. Not unless he wanted to.

Delphiny's tail shuddered briefly as his sensitive, prehensile member wiggled around for purchase, now that Gordon no longer held it in his grasp. It broke his heart to listen to Delphiny's moans and watch his malehood tilt towards his touch, eager for his trusted friend to grab it and squeeze it reassuringly.

Alas, it had to be done. By stimulating the puffy walls of Delphiny's genital slit, he clouded the dolphin's mind with enough potent pleasure to try and change his mind.

“You are almost at full strength, Delphiny," Gordon's soft whispers sailed into the dolphin's bliss-addled thoughts. “The test. Remember the test."

“I…I…the female…" the dolphin tried to make sense of all the foreign sensations drifting through him. “But I don't know her, and I feel…I feel so strange, doctor Gordon. There's this fire that threatens to erupt from within."

“That is the very essence of your being, Delphiny, and it's solely meant for females," Gordon said as he grabbed the hardening cock inside a firm grip in an attempt to direct it towards the dripping lips of the semen collection sleeve. “You're almost there, sweetie. Once she engulfs you, you pass the test, and we'll play for as long as you like."

Delphiny, in his eagerness to impress doctor Gordon, attempted to thrust himself into the measuring device instead of working in unison with his friend, only for his aim to miss the mark, the rubber bindings too soft to completely nullify his vigor. His cock slipped from the doctor's hand, but didn't stop throbbing. With his cock caressed by bare air, Delphiny thrust and slapped the water with his tail, eager to relieve himself of that pleasant heat that burned its way through the depths of his tail.

“Easy, boy. Easy. I got you." Gordon quickly grabbed him by the base of his shaft. His cock was so hard, and quite warmer than it was underwater. He started rubbing Delphiny's shaft with short sliding motions of his hand, matching the dolphin's sudden jerks. During that short, almost timeless moment, the whole world faded away. There were no other people, no semen collecting device; only him and his dear dolphin who needed his kindness and understanding during this rather confusing moment of his life.

The slim tip of the dolphin's cock trembled. Strong spasms took hold of the captive male. Gordon knew what was about to happen, so his fingers tightened around Delphiny's shaft to direct him towards the sleeve's entrance for one final time. However, Delphiny still failed to relent, especially when the guiding hand applied the same stimuli as a female's faux vagina on his penis. Due to Delphiny's thrusts, Gordon's grip continued to apply pressure while his fingers continued their up and down motions. He made a promise to Delphiny, that he wouldn't force him into the device unless he wanted to, and he wasn't about to cheat his friend's trust.

Stimulated beyond his current levels of comprehension, Delphiny had no chance to hold himself back for more than a few seconds. With a last sudden thrust, he pushed hard into Gordon's hand and broke loose. A sharp jet of cloudy seed erupted from his tip, soaring high into the air, drawing combined gasps and cheers from the audience. Gordon tightened his jaws at the rippling shudder coursing underneath Delphiny's quivering slit, painfully aware that every spurt of seed outside the device endangered the both of them. He urged the dolphin towards the device when Delphiny himself chose to work with him, but instead of securing the dolphin's seed inside the collection sleeve, all he managed to achieve was paint said sleeve with hot, drippy cum.

Delphiny cared little for the technicalities behind this test. Caught in the fetters of raw bliss, he shuddered and cackled and fought against his bindings, ever eager to stimulate his cock by shoving it deeper into Gordon's hand and force him to squeeze tighter as a result. Strong, swift contractions pushed the seed out of him in long, blissful spurts that delighted Gordon almost as much as they pleased their audience. However, the grunts and glares of disapproval hovering at the edge of his vision wrestled Gordon out of this eerie, almost magical moment, reminding him of where he was, and why he was here. Oh, how he wished he was alone with him to let Delphiny cum free, absent restraints or requirements; to taste his friend's warm seed, to feel its silky touch upon his face and tongue…

Realizing that forcing Delphiny into the collection device would be a moot point at this stage, Gordon shifted his grip over the dolphin's spurting tip so that no more seed went to waste. Instead, the strong spurts shot against the palm of his hand, drenching his skin with dribbles of thin, fertile seed. With so much sticky warmth around his cock tip, Delphiny was more than willing to spend himself down to the last drop. He kept thrusting and cumming while Gordon kept squeezing and pumping, until the dolphin stood completely empty.

“I…I didn't mean to…" Delphiny said after his presence of mind returned, only now realizing that all the white substance that painted the female he was supposed to enter and Gordon's hands came out of him. “My essence. Did it…have I passed the test?"

Gordon turned from side to side, trying his best to keep the encroaching crowd at bay, but to no avail.

“That was quite a sight," One of the bolder researchers said as he came over to collect as much of the dolphin's cum in a little vial as possible. “Hold him for a couple more seconds. They like to taper off. Team, you're not statues. Collect all that you can."

“Wait," Gordon tried—and failed—to interrupt their efforts as they began to scoop, vacuum, and collect seed from every surface they could find, Delphiny's cock and genital slit included. “It was his first time. He needs to understand what happened."

“And he will," Veronica, the lead researcher for the dolphin project, said as she stepped forward, pointing over at the collection device splattered with the dolphin's cum. “As impressed as I am about his eagerness to ejaculate, most of the semen has gone to waste. We'll give you a couple of minutes to talk things through and then we'll do this properly."

Left with no choice, Gordon nodded quickly and rushed to grab Delphiny by the sides of his head, his hands blocking the sight of the scientists that began to unnerve him with their meticulousness.

“You passed their test," doctor Gordon said to him, flashing a warm smile. “And they are so impressed by how big and strong you grew, that they want you to do it again."

“Again?" Delphiny asked, excitement coloring his thoughts. “Is it because of the strange substance that came out of me? Everybody was in such a rush to collect it…"

Doctor Gordon swallowed hard before explaining the situation to him. “You know how I always say that you are smarter than me. Well, that strange substance is the key to helping other dolphins become equally smart. Only you can produce it, and that is what makes it so precious."

Delphiny eased into the tender caress of his doctor, savoring both his touch and his reassuring words. “Is that why that woman is upset? Because I didn't breed the female like I was supposed to?"

“She…well…it's complicated, but what they want is to—"

“I want to do again!" Delphiny interrupted Gordon's train of thought. “And this time, I'll breed the female properly, just like you want me to!"

Doctor Gordon couldn't help but grin at the dolphin's enthusiasm, yet his joy lasted only for a split moment before the same woman grabbed Gordon's shoulder to drag him away from Delphiny.

“I'll be with you shortly. Don't let the praise of others get to your head. I'm still your doctor!"

Once he was out of reach of Delphiny's sight, Gordon wriggled himself free of his superior's grip, glaring at her with authority he did not possess. “I have it under control. He is my dolphin."

“Our dolphin," Veronica corrected him. “The first of the batch that is capable for reproduction. I'm not the one wearing the helmet, yet I can still tell that our subject is more than happy to contribute."

Gordon seized her wrist when she prepared to casually walk away, snarling in her face. “It is so because he trusts me. Because he respects me. Because he loves me, and you don't know a thing about love."

She could have tased him, or order her people to restrain him. Instead, Veronica kept them at bay with her free hand, shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly. “I know males, just as I know you've been withholding the truth from us for a while now. Fortunately for the both of you, I care more about results than the means employed, so remove your hand, convince Delphiny to orgasm a second time in the collecting machine, and I'll make sure you can both continue…whatever the hell it is you think you have."

Gordon threw her hand aside and returned to Delphiny, pushing aside the last remaining researcher who attempted to collect the strands of seed from Delphiny's tank.

“Doctor Gordon!" Delphiny squeaked, flapping his fins enthusiastically. “They said such nice things about me, and promised that if I enter the female this time, they'll let us swim in the ocean, just like we always wanted to!"

“And that is why we have to give them what they want, eh?" Doctor Gordon said as he fished for his excitement rod a second time, stroking it, caressing it, urging it to grow a second time. “It will feel much better this time around. Believe what you want about my hand, but it is no female dolphin, and nothing feels better than that."

Delphiny wanted to correct him, to prove him wrong, to repeat what he said earlier that to him, nothing felt better than Gordon's touch. But he didn't, for that mystifying warmth returned to his underbelly, brought about by Gordon's loving caress.

“Almost there, my boy." Gordon secured the dolphin into the device down to the base of his shaft, making sure the cushy, lubricated lips kissed his slit. “Aaalmost there."

“Don't let go," the dolphin pleaded. “It's hard for me to remain hard and strong if you don't hold me."

“I will never let go." Gordon smiled, then inserted his hand inside to make sure everything felt comfortable for Delphiny. “Are you ready?"

Once he got the dolphin's agreement, Gordon wrapped the base of his cock in a fist and started off the device. Delphiny slapped the water with his tail as soon as the velvety walls of the sleeve began to pump around his shaft with wet suckling motions, urging him to thrust long and hard, emboldened by the heavenly feel of slick juice around his cock. Gordon held onto his cock with one hand while the other tried to keep the dolphin in place, but Delphiny didn't relent. He had so much power inside his body, that each thrust made the sleeve squelch and shudder, turning the procedure into a fight to keep the dolphin from accidentally slipping free of the device.

“Steady…steady, Delphiny," Gordon groaned as he felt the dolphin pulsate within his grip.

He wanted to cum. He was desperate for it. Droplets of water flew all around them as Delphiny thrashed and thrust, making sure every bit of his cock was lodged as deep inside the seed milking machine as it could before he suddenly broke loose. Thick strands of thicker, milky fluid rammed into the depths of the collection sleeve, pooling into a transparent measuring container surrounded by pairs and pairs of wide, satisfied eyes. Gordon milked and squeezed the dolphin for all his worth, working the lubricated rubber around his pounding member to facilitate the ejaculation. His initiative had immediate effects on Delphiny. He froze stiff, allowing only the muscles of his slit to do the work in order to avoid hurting his possible mate. Spurt by spurt, he poured all that he had into the faux vagina.

And Gordon had to be extra careful to keep the semen from leaking, lest his superiors noticed his lapse in concentration. His thumb pressed hard into the dolphin's spasming slit to further secure his cock against the pumping folds of the squelching device, effectively trapping the precious fluid inside. Snugly fit inside a grip that constantly rubbed and pumped around his length, the young male flowed upon the waves of unbridled pleasure, blissfully unaware of the awkward gawking of Gordon's peers.

“You're doing great, my friend. You're doing great," Gordon rubbed Delphiny's chest once the dolphin started to come down from his euphoria. “You're such a good boy, Delphiny, do you know that?"

“Did I…produce enough of that substance?"

“Of course you did!" Gordon exclaimed, then carefully tilted Delphiny to the side, motioning for one of the researchers to undo the machine keeping Delphiny's cock trapped. After that, he signaled to another to bring over the recipient holding his seed so that he could show it to the dolphin.

“Look here, my dear," he gently directed Delphiny's curious snout closer to the cup. “Look what you have produced. Are you happy? Did it feel good?"

“I liked it! You're so good to me, doctor Gordon," Delphiny whistled excitedly, rubbing up and down along Gordon's arm.

“Good boy." Gordon treated his belly with another series of rubs. “We're almost done here. Just a couple of minutes to test this out and we'll be back in your pool. Sounds good?"

Delphiny nodded and relaxed on his back, leaving Gordon alone with the cup in hand. Contrary to what he said earlier, Delphiny produced much less semen than he did during his first ejaculation session, but this one looked thicker and of better quality. Gordon only hoped his peers would be satisfied enough with the results.

“So, are we done here?" He asked Veronica who approached him with a spring in her step.

“Not quite. Midway through the procedure, the deputy director called. He is on his way as we speak to assess the situation, and if he's pleased, then we're pleased."

Doctor Gordon couldn't help but roll his eyes at the ridiculousness of that. “We've given you not one, but two orgasms. What else could you possibly want from a dolphin who is mentally and physically exhausted? I gave my word to him that he can go home after he gave you what you wanted."

“Not quite the way WE wanted it, though," she quickly pointed out. “The most significant portion of his ejaculate is either in the water or splattered over the floor. We trusted you to see him inside and you have failed in quite the embarrassing fashion, so it's up to the deputy director of the company you work for, doctor Gordon, to see whether this session has been a success…or a failure."

“But that's—“

“Part of the program, yes. I suggest you both comply with it, lest I find myself less eager to give you the freedom both you and your dolphin had enjoyed thus far."

He clenched his jaws at that, turning his back to her and rushing over to Delphiny before the urge to punch her arrogant face overwhelmed him.

“We're supposed to—"

“You're sad. Why are you sad?" Delphiny inquired.

He hated to see doctor Gordon sad. That heavy look on his face rarely appeared when the two of them were alone, but now, with all the strangers talking and pointing at the two of them, Delphiny felt just as disappointed as his friend.

“We're not going home, are we?"

Gordon adopted a meek smile. “Why would we? The deputy director is coming in person to congratulate you for the good work you've done so far."

He wanted to say more, to better explain this turn of events to Delphiny, but Veronica grabbed his shoulder and forced him to stand at attention for the deputy director's arrival.

“At ease," the charming man garbed in a dark, luxurious suit said. “I'm only here to observe, so it's preferable that we all skip formalities and do our work. Just look at our lovely dolphin here."

The deputy director strolled over to Delphiny's tank, taking note of the strands of seed settled on the bottom. “You, Delphiny, are everything that we strive to achieve here," he said, flashing a smile as bright as doctor Gordon's.

“Thank you for the earnest praise, sir, but I believe our role for today has ended," Gordon intervened in Delphiny's behalf.

“Has it?" the deputy director said, cocking his head. “Veronica, do you concur with the doctor's statement?"

Veronica opened her mouth, closed it, then opened it again, only for her jaws to seal shut again.

“Well, it seems you two have left my project manager quite speechless. But is that excitement I spot in Delphiny's eyes? A chance to impress me in person?"

Disbelief washed over Gordon's face as he realized exactly what the deputy director hinted at. “Another? Are you—are you serious? He already gave you everything he has. Not once, but twice in a row!"

The deputy director shrugged in the wake of Gordon's outburst. “You know what they say. Third time's a charm."

Without Gordon's or Veronica's cue, he walked over to the console of the milking device, typing in god knows what commands he expected it to perform.

“I'm going to give him the chance to do what males do best in a safe, stimulating environment nature cannot possibly offer a dolphin of such esteemed qualities," the deputy director said while he continued to tweak the settings of the device to undoubtedly push Delphiny's ejaculatory capabilities even further. “Breeding—and more precisely, ejaculation— is the single greatest purpose of a male. The highest of aspirations. You've all seen how he splashed and thrashed about once he got a taste of what it means to impregnate, so why fight something that he clearly enjoys?"

Doctor Gordon shook his head as Delphiny's anxiety began to bubble under the surface of his calm façade. “It's too soon. He'll hurt, and he'll…"

“You've already done your part today, Gordon. Let us take it from here."

Dolphiny knew that look. His friend wanted to fight for him, to protect him and risk his very job as a doctor in the process.

“No," Delphiny said to him, his words forcing Gordon's blue eyes to fixate on him. “I am strong enough to pass the tests, doctor Gordon. If we quit now, then we'll never see the ocean, right?"

Gordon slipped further and further back, his heart torn to shreds by his inability to be there with Delphiny when he needed him most, and all because he spoke a truth that he should've kept hidden.

The pairs of hands that forced Delphiny's cock out of his slit through crude and too quick rubs and back into the collection device were not as gentle or pleasant as doctor Gordon's, nor did they hold onto him once the female started contracting around him. He tried to enjoy it, to summon forth the same pleasant tingles from before, but he couldn't become as long, hard and strong as he used to be.

He wasn't aroused. He wasn't even calm. That man they called the deputy director seemed charming at first, but now, he terrified him, for he seemed interested in only one thing: the special fluids only he could squirt out.

“I see you've grown bored of rubber pussy. Fortunately for you, us males are more resourceful than you think," he said as he separated another, thinner cord attached to the milking tube that he directed to the hole at the base of his tail, one that doctor Gordon never touched before.

“This will only pinch for a moment," he said as his cold fingers massaged that forbidden area, the one that made him feel funny but in a strange way. “Try to relax. It'll feel very good. You'll see."

Delphiny shuddered hard when the lukewarm tip of the cond sunk into the tight depths of his anus, but that wasn't even the strangest part. No. The surprise came when a sharp jolt emanating from the metallic tip made all his inner muscles contract. Tension sprung up his member, wild and raw, forcing his seed to erupt like the pent-up magma of a volcano. It hurt, but it felt great at the same time, and far more different than the pleasant surges he experienced at Gordon's hands. Delphiny sought Gordon for comfort, but the man was nowhere to be seen. There was only the deputy director facing him now, wearing a smug, satisfied smile while the dolphin quivered in the harness that bound him in place.

He should have felt fear, sorrow, anger and betrayal, but the metallic tip inserted into him kept on assaulting his special place with burst after burst of forced ecstasy that kept his member pumping much harder than it normally would. Every surge of seed felt like a scalding slash across his cock, its hot, persistent sting keeping him locked in that vicious cycle of pleasure up until the director finally took the rod out.

He seemed impressed with his collection. So impressed, that he waved Gordon forward to congratulate him for a work he started, but never brought to a definitive end according to him.

“Doctor Gordon!" Delphiny shouted with all the might his mind could muster. “Why did you leave me? Why couldn't you be with me?"

His friend's eyes, moist with sorrow, turned away from him and shifted over to the deputy director who grabbed him by the shoulder and turned him around, so that Delphiny couldn't see his face.

“Alright. Good work, everyone. Have our superstar brought here at the same time tomorrow for another round of harvest."

“No, you…you can't possibly…that's not what we…" Gordon stammered, unable to find his words.

“Oh, don't pretend you and your dolphin are well above the rest of our programs just because he's special," came the calm, collected voice of the deputy director. “You should be grateful that this is all that we'll ever ask for you in exchange for a lifetime of luxury. Pleasure that pays for pleasure is not all that bad, is it?"

“Yes, but…tomorrow? I've barely managed to introduce him to the concept of mating and yet, you want to put him on that milker twenty-four-seven?"

The deputy director simply patted doctor Gordon on the back, favoring Delphiny a radiant grin on the way out of the room.

“I'll give you some time with your doctor. I am sure you both have lots of things to talk about."

THE END

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