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"That's all of it."

Isthia and I found time to talk alone. Shortly after seeing my first encounter with the man, Isthia's anger and confusion subsided. We agreed to talk about this past week so I could offer some kind of explanation. I told Isthia about my two dueling minds, the sudden psychosis of meeting Aimee's fiancée, the days alone at sea- well, everything. Even mating with Spinner. I never brought up the concept of a 'real dolphin' as it might upset her. My only defense came as a promise. A promise that whatever had happened to me, whatever we'd been through, couldn't happen again.

"Can you ever forgive me?'

She took the story in and remained silent. It was far-fetched, even to a creature with no true concept of sanity. Neither one of us could fully understand what happened to me, but whether the abandonment was worth justifying was up to her. She'd heard the truth, not my pleas and bargaining. No excuses, no bullshit, no sob story. Just what happened. Was it enough?

After a long, agonizing pause, she swam up and nuzzled against my underside.

"Do it again and I'm tearing you to shreds."

"And you can."

Despite a pleasant level of intimacy among the sisters, Spinner never told Isthia about what she'd been through. She'd left the pod and doubted they'd meet up again. And that was it. She accepted Spinner's story without question and moved on. But beneath it all, Isthia clearly sensed something more sinister. She often caught Spinner eying the man on the beach, contemptuously. Cautiously.

By now, he'd been stranded for over three weeks. Isthia relayed a story to me that, while I'd run off, a small yacht passed nearby. The man screamed, waved, hollered, even tossed rocks and wreckage only to be ignored. Isthia, too, followed the boat whistling alongside.

"Not even a single 'look at the cute dolphin! Look at the cute dolphin!", she muttered. By now, we were truly worried. How much longer could he survive this way? Why hadn't we seen _any_search and rescue vessels? What if another hurricane hit the areaand we were powerless to save him?

Better on a boat than dead. Either way, it would end his suffering.

Isthia mentioned the lighter ran out of fluid. Now he sun-cooked his food on the same rock he used to cut it. Because of the gulls, he'd missed several meals much to his and Isthia's frustration. Meanwhile the cutting rock began to stain with blood and entrails, creating a cooking surface rife with disease. Isthia caught him soaking it in the water, as well as rubbing sand and small pebbles to scrape off mold. It still looked disgusting, but it was all he had.

Then there was the water supply. The fact that an island, no more than a weak sandbar, had any type of freshwater on or in it was a miracle. And it would've taken thousands, if not millions of years to gather enough. Time he didn't have.

"It's not all sand," Isthia told me one day. "He was digging once he got here. I saw dirt clods."

"Couldn't that just be clumped sand?"

"I hope not."

The malnutrition didn't help his healing process, either. He moved rarely, only to check his water trap or collect food. But when he did it wasn't strange to see him stumble. The wrap on his ankle did a horrible job keeping sand out, as we noticed him constantly readjusting it or wincing in pain.

Even worse, the number of seagulls taking up residence at the island put him at greater risk. Often times they perched upon the sleeping palm tree that made up his lean-to, wing-to-wing along it's length. And as they perched, they pooped. Many times through the night we could see him swatting them away, followed by a quick rinse in the sea. Throughout they day he tried to bury the guano only to run out of space. Now the sand bulged inside his shelter, stinking and discolored, the perfect place for his food to catch infection. Droppings were one thing, but when it became clear he was their main competition for food they began to change tactics. Instead of stealing a cooking fish, or one already tossed on shore, they began swarming the man every time he came down to collect food. They bit, scratched, and shit on him at every feed. By the time the craze died down or the man retreated, his fish were gone. Isthia and I collaborated, taking turns biting, spraying or chasing the birds off ourselves. Still, they continued to make their home and await a bounty.

But there was a plus. When the man entered the water, he seemed refreshed. The weight was off his heel while he floated, and the warm sea seemed relaxing compared to the sweltering haze in the air. Although not much of a swimmer he would float on his back, treading water or just lying in the surf. Isthia and I often joined him in the shallows where he'd stroke our backs or hook his arm around for a ride. Isthia would be giddy with excitement, nipping and prodding or spinning him gently in her wake. At first I was still hesitant, as I'm sure he was of me, but after a few encounters we'd warmed to one another. I'd more often rest against him, rostrum on his shoulder, cradling him in my flippers in case I weighed him down. He'd run his hands all across my melon, rostrum, cape, laughing when I'd shut my eyes. All the while I translated anything he said to Isthia.

Spinner showed no interest. If she'd visit the island while he swam, she usually found a reason to swim off. Other times, she didn't bother with a reason. While her initial reaction to him was fear, she began showing contempt or mild disgust. He was frumpy and weak. He couldn't swim. He wasn't big or strong. And above all else, he relied almost entirely on Isthia and I.

On occasion, though, her curiosity got the best of her. We'd notice her watching us interact from a distance, scanning now and then. She'd breach to get a better view of him when he was on land. But it was never more than casual observation. Even Isthia agreed she didn't appear to be sizing him up or, worse, studying his weaknesses.

But there was one particular occasion. One I'll never forget.

It'd been a windy day, enough that some of the seagulls retreated or were unable to land. After a large and much needed meal, the man dozed off in his shelter while Isthia and I went out on our own. Once we returned a familiar splashing could be heard. He floated a good distance out, maybe 20 or 30 feet from the surf. His floated on his back while kicking lazily, basking in the familiar glare of the sun. Isthia eagerly approached him from behind and rammed him hard. He yelped in surprise and used his hands to right himself, having been tossed a few inches forward. Isthia rolled over and pressed her underside to him, swimming down her body length and spinning him like a top. He laughed and struggled against Isthia's playfulness. When she came back around he grabbed her pectoral fin, using all his strength to roll her over. Isthia squealed and nipped at his calves while passing by. She surfaced, chuffing and sending a shower of seawater down upon him.

"Hey there, fella," he grinned, rubbing a hand across her melon. "Thought I was shark-food there for a second."

Isthia opened her mouth and pushed closer to him. With another laugh he dipped his fingers into her mouth and started rubbing her tongue. He'd found out dolphins enjoyed this immensely, especially Isthia. Her blowhole chuffed rapidly and he braced her with his forearm before she could push him under.

While this went on, Spinner returned from fishing. I noticed her in the distance and we greeted each other with our signature whistles. As she approached she noticed Isthia's head above water and the man's shorts and legs under it. Immediately she circled to leave.

"Hey, wait!" I called out.

She stopped reluctantly."No, I'm hungry. May go after some seabed crabs."

"Spinner, you've been fishing all morning. Even someone like you doesn't need that much."

She rolled on her back, looking out to sea. "I didn't find a whole lot today. Maybe I need to-"

"Oh, come on," I swam up and butted her gently. "He's not going to hurt you."

She mulled this over for a second. "I'm not worried about that. He's half my size."

"What, then?"

Spinner gave me a pained look. I regretted asking her.

"Up north, after leaving the fjords, we-"

I butted her again. "Stop that. I don't want to know. I'm sorry."

She nudged me away forcibly. "I'm not doing it, Gregory."

"Why not?"

"I don't like him."

"Spinner, come on, not all humans are bad. Especially him. Hell, I used to hate him too."

She didn't respond and turned to swim off. I followed behind her, snapping my jaws firmly.

"Give him a chance! Have you even had one touch you?"

"Yes. I have." she sneered. "Several, even."

"Jeez, Spinner. I know I'm being an asshole with these questions. But please, just give him a chance? He's a bit stupid but he's not going to do anything bad to you. You'll learn to like him, really. And it would do him a lot of good. He's in horrible shape. Spinner, he's about to die!"

"Good."

I stared, amazed. "That's terrible! Do you know what we've been through to keep him alive?"

"And he's still going to die. Good job. He's wasted your time."

"Spinner, please. I think interacting with us is the only will he has to stay alive. You have every right to hate humans but at least give _him_a chance!"

Spinner breached, landing on her side. It seemed aggressive, like foot stamping.

"Come on, Spinner. Isthia misses you. And even though she seems focused on the man she hates how often you leave. You know she enjoys his company. But if it means ignoring her own sister then you're putting her in a rough spot."

Spinner remained silent, going to the surface for air. She rolled on her side and slapped the water with her pectoral fin.

"Spinner, I don't know what happened to you. And I never want to know. But it isn't fair to exclude yourself from Isthia like this. Most of her stress has been eased since you've arrived, but you could do much more if you interacted with her regardless of if he's in the water. You two would have a common activity. Please?"

She slowed her pace, turning onto her side. After a moment of deliberation, she spun herself down and back, swimming towards the island. I felt guilty for feeling so smooth.

Back at the island, Isthia floated on her back with the man straddling her abdomen. He traced a finger along the line where her gray met white, and with another hand he scratched at the root of her pectoral fins. She had her eyes closed in utter bliss. When he finished at her pectoral roots she twisted them and he scratched at the places he'd missed. She heard us coming and opened her eyes.

"You two need to try this. I wish _you_still had hands, Gregory."

I chirped. "Who's fault is that?"

She rolled over ready to retort, tossing the man sideways into the water.

"Damn it! Look what you made me do! Now he's never going to want back up there!"

The man surfaced, rubbing the saltwater from his eyes and howling with laughter.

"Hey now, warn me next time! Now roll over, I wasn't done."

Isthia turned to me, and I told her to roll back over.

"You're lucky, Gregory." She teased. "Just for that, I won't let you try."

After catching her breath again she rolled over. The man swung his injured leg over her and climbed back up, forcing Isthia under a little deeper. He began rubbing both hands along her underside, pausing to hold on when she shivered. Once Isthia relaxed he put two fingers between her jaws and prodded until she opened her mouth. With that, he rubbed down along her gums and against her teeth. Isthia was beside herself. Apparently dolphins are the only creatures to enjoy any oral cleaning.

"Wow, this is something new!" She trilled dazedly. "I never knew about this."

Meanwhile, Spinner and I sat a few meters out, submerged. The man hadn't acknowledged our presence yet, and I was determined to win over his attention. I left Spinner's side and she followed me with her eyes, suddenly stranded and uneasy. I dove beneath Isthia and took a playful nip at this uninjured foot. He gasped and jerked back, nearly falling off of Isthia. At her side I spy-hopped, chuffing quickly, and chirruped. Once he recognized my head-shape he laughed, rubbing a hand across my melon.

"Hey there little guy. You wanna turn?"

I trilled and took another puff, rolling onto my back with splayed flippers. He reached out and grabbed my fin, pulling me closer, then scooted over onto my stomach. Isthia, finally noticing he stopped, squawked angrily and turned over. She stared at us and smacked her tail on the water,

"Don't worry," he glanced at Isthia. "I'll finish you up later." She turned to me for an answer.

"He said, 'Go away, this one's cuter.'"

Isthia butted me hard, causing the man to grab hold as we spun in a circle. She then dove beneath us and out towards Spinner.

"Heh heh. Your friend there must be jealous. Doubt he's ever had a massage before, huh?"

I wondered if he thought the large belly he'd been sitting on was just fat, not a baby dolphin.

He started rubbing down my abdomen with splayed fingers, paying close attention to the area between my pecs. It was incredible. We were used to him rubbing our heads or backs, but on the underside the pleasure was ten times more. I arched my spine some, thrusting my stomach against his palms. He scooted farther up and began scratching and rubbing the roots of my flippers. I could feel his calloused fingers smoothing down the folded skin, scraping off the brine. I relished the sensation. It was like having an unreachable itch scratched. He picked off a few tiny plankton deposits between the folds of my pecs. Once the cleaning of my pecs finished he clasped them both and started moving them up and down, which I was too relaxed to resist.

"And one and two and one and- eh, I'm just kidding there, fella." He chuckled, ruffling the skin between my fins. I chirped pleasantly and thrust my tail upwards, sinking my top half down. He glanced back and laughed.

"Got an itch on your tail? Alright then. Let me off first." I paused while he shuffled, rather clumsily, off my stomach and into the cool ocean. I turned around and took a quick breath, then rolled onto my back with a raised tail. He hooked his right arm around my lower quarter and began rubbing gently across the flesh. I trilled tenderly and shut my eyes. With a single finger he traced the skin across my flukes, rubbing the worn and dented edges carefully. Another hand slowly massaged the muscles within my tail.

"Bet these get sore, huh? Usin' em all the time." I realized that wasn't true, they were the strongest muscles in my body. But I didn't object to the treatment.

He glanced at my genital slit, noticing the break in the line between the anal slit.

"Huh. So you're a female?" He pondered aloud, while I stifled a warble. "Your friend there looked different. I mean, not that I've been starin'."

I peered up at him. His abdomen and shorts looked normal underwater while his shoulders and head were distorted by the ripples. He held on with his right arm and massaged me with his left, which I could see submerge now and then to rub along my side.

"Well, I don't wanna intrude or nuthin'," he began squeezing my tail gently. "But don't you think there's brine and whatnot in there? May need uh, checking."

I squeaked and thrust my tail, meeting some resistance against his armpit and shoulder. He laughed and tried wrangling me. "Alright, alright. Don't get too squirrely on me."

It was amazing, really. He spoke to us both like we were his pets. But to me, he seemed more open to conversation. Perhaps it was how I responded when he did. He stroked my tail gently with his other hand.

"Can't believe I'm doin this," he muttered, before turning back to me. "Don't think I'm, ya know, fondlin' you or nuthin'. I mean, just tryin' to clean off the brine. You both look like you like it. Just don't wanna waste your opportunity."

I whistled softly, giving him the go ahead. It almost surprised me how comfortable I was with another man touching me. Maybe because we weren't the same species.

Slowly, cautiously monitoring my reaction, he shifted his weight and scooted backwards up my body. Soon he'd hooked himself between my navel and genital slit. With his left arm he swung his body around and pressed it to mine, his head and shoulders above the water and his right arm hooked around me. From that position he could hold on and watch me for any sudden movements but still had access to my slit. Apparently his instincts were on cue. Although I'd allowed all sorts of touching and rubbing before, this was a tender area and he knew I was a wild creature. One that seriously injured him in the past, and capable of doing it again. Worried he might have second thoughts, I began to act as non-aggressive as possible. I tossed my head back several times and thrust my tail towards him, splaying my flippers wide and relaxed. He gauged my behavior and, with a hearty sigh, reached up and began to rub a flat palm along my slit.

The reaction was instantaneous. My entire body jerked while the lower half of me writhed. He stopped and took hold with his other arm, trying to keep himself on. A sudden tingling warmth grew from my slit and flushed the white on my tail to pink. It was incredible! Who would've guessed the slit itself was an erogenous zone?

Finally gaining my composure I resumed thrusting my tail, with added enthusiasm. The man seemed shaken by my unannounced reaction but after studying me and my eagerness, began rubbing the lips of my slit slowly. The mound of flesh beneath his palm started to rise, and I felt blood engorging my terminally hidden member. I uttered a low whirr when he began tracing a finger up and down my slit, applying minor pressure and trying to keep in place against my thrusting. He paused at the center and I started bucking my tail, trying to force him in. By now my head prodded against the unyielding folds of my slit and I hoped he could help split the flesh. The man stared down at me, watching my head bob and my flippers raise and lower unevenly. With one final moment of hesitation, he pressed against the folds, broke through and bumped directly against my tip.

At first he seemed unsure, almost trying to take in such a foreign concept in mammal mating habits. Perhaps he thought it was a clitoris, for he began gently rubbing and massaging his finger against it. By now my member was hard enough to begin taking shape inside me, and as his finger snaked lower down he curled the digit around the fleshy tip. He withdrew his finger quickly. It all became clear to him.

"You're...a guy?"

Despite continuing to thrust and display arousal, I suddenly became quite scared. My cock began to shrink slightly and my movements slowed. He wasn't stopping now, was he? What if he felt betrayed or misguided? What if he didn't try to interact with me or any of us again? With each passing second of unresponsiveness from the man, my heartbeat quickened. I'd screwed up big time. Shouldn't have led him on, shouldn't have been so eager for my own enjoyment. If only I'd know how to correct him when he got our genders confused. Besides forcing an erection out and flashing him. Like that would've helped.

He became aware of my dawdling thrusts and the lack of activity with my head or fins. It was maybe more than a minute, and he seemed uncomfortably quiet. The pink around my slit faded. Blood rushed out of my member and it began to lose shape.

"Well, you might be a boy," he finally muttered in a surprisingly pleasant tone. "But you're also a whole 'nother species. Already goin' against the way o'things there. And I can't just tease ya like that and leave ya hangin'. You don't deserve that- hell, I'd be dead if it weren't for you."

Before I could respond he pressed his finger back against my slit and broke through effortlessly. I bucked violently against him, twisting and writhing, and tore myself from off his digit. He seemed mildly dumbfounded.

"So wait, ya don't wanna keep going? You seemed to like it."

I rolled onto my side, blowhole just out of the water. I chuffed rapidly, catching my breath and bringing in a huge one to hold. After that I rolled back over. My belly, navel to tail, had already flushed pink.

He chuckled, pulling himself back into position. "Must be hell, not having any hands."

Reaching up to continue rubbing my slit, I couldn't help but buck hard once more. The man hadn't prepared for this and fell forward, smacking his head on my stomach. He winced a bit and repositioned himself, grasping firmly onto me and lifting himself up, leaning across my body before his weight pushed me entirely underwater. I didn't necessarily mind, as it allowed me to thrust as hard as I wanted without knocking him off. Tenderly he ran his finger against my slit, adding more pressure with each completed trace. With a sudden push he broke past the skin and down into the genital cavity. My penis stirred within my insides and started growing past the tight folds of flesh, prying them apart. Soon my tip brushed along his fingertip and he hooked it, squeezing gently. I shivered under the man's weight, feeling the friction of his skin against the sleek and tender texture of my member. Slowly his finger withdrew, guiding my engorging cock out of the tight crevice. Exposed to the warm sea around me, my tip swelled. With one thrust I managed to force out over two inches. The man eased off my body and I floated back up, feeling the sunlight licking across my exposed penis.

He stared for a second, studying my strange anatomy. "Huh. Thought somethin's big as you woulda been larger." Slowly he wrapped my exposed member in his thumb and forefinger, allowing his hand to rest against the rest of my slit. A shudder ravaged my body, beginning from snout and down to tail, when I felt the warmth wrap against me. Every crease, callous, and patch of rough skin rubbed against my member, enveloping it. With one or two more thrusts my cock burst through its slit and into his hand. He tried to keep a grip on my rapidly growing penis but soon there was too much to hold. I swelled in his grasp and the pink along my belly flooded up onto my member. He released me momentarily to observe my s-shaped, tapering cock.

"Wow. Never seen something like that before. Bet you're the popular one, huh?" He chucked. With every thrust the taut skin on my cock-base pulled against the skin on my underside, causing my member's tip to bounce and tremble. There appeared a mild hesitation in his voice, as if he were second-guessing himself. Perhaps he was intimidated. Suddenly I felt his rough, warm hands wrap around my base and squeeze gently. He reached a thumb up and began tracing the indentation running down the middle of my shaft. I squealed loudly and shivered once again, bucking hard against his hand. His grip tightened on the base as my cock started to swell while I bucked harder and harder into his hand. With every thrust he pushed down against me, squeezing at the base firmly and letting up as I lowered my tail. Sometimes I could thrust three or four times and he'd hold steady. Soon he began undulating his fingers, creating a sensation of contractions.

"Time to step it up, lil' guy," he murmured from a far off distance. "Glad no one's around to see this." And with that I felt a hot, moist sensation envelope the top portion of my cock. My flippers shook violently as I felt his tongue work all around the tip, curling the edges up around it. Soon I began thrusting harder, swelling in his grasp to the point it was almost painful. I wanted to get as much of my length into that mouth as I could, and managed to slip an extra inch and a half through his fingers and past his lips. He pressed my cock to the roof of his mouth and suckled, sending fiery jolts through my body. It wasn't long before I felt my orgasm approaching. Remembering the unwritten rule up on land, I tried to signal him by slapping my tail on the water. He made no notice and I tried again, showering him with seawater. Suddenly my body tensed up and with one final thrust I began to cum in his mouth. He pulled off quickly, spitting into the sea several times, while I fired my load through the air and out into the ocean. I continued thrusting hard against his hand and, despite himself, he continued squeezing and rubbing the base through the course of my orgasm. The sensation started to wear off and my cock started shrinking back into its slit, the pink once again fading to a creamy off-white.

"Damn. Warn me next time, ok?" I could barely hear him. My entire body went limp and I faded into micro sleep.

It was only a few seconds, maybe ten or eleven, before I roused myself. Out in the distance, a good 20 feet, there was an unfamiliar white haze covering an area no larger than a softball. I realized, quite curiously, that it was where my cumshot landed. Impressive, really. While I knew the ejaculation was stronger as a dolphin, I'd never seen it done above water before. No resistance, and that's what you get. 20 foot shot of cum.

A familiar sensation came to me and I glanced up. The man rubbed me slowly down my entire underside, occasionally swooping down to rub along my flank. It felt wonderful, but after a workout like that I couldn't enjoy it without air. I rolled over, expelling my air reserves and taking in the fresh moist air around me. I submerged, turning myself around, and spy-hopped in front of the man while he treaded water. He smiled at me and I moved forward, nuzzling his cheek gently. Clasping my rostrum in his hand, he started rubbing me across the melon and cape as I moved in closer. He bent himself into a rocking-chair position and wrapped his arms around me. I cradled him in my flippers, trying to keep us buoyant. For a moment we floated, him stroking along my cape while I rested lazily in his grasp.

"You're some special kind of creatures, ya know that?" He said after a pause. "There's a whole ocean out there, but ya chose t'stay here with me." I chirped, placing my rostrum on his shoulder and welcoming his embrace, "I can tell why my fiancee wants t'help you guys so much. Said dolphin's the ones who protect us like we're their own. Never took 'er for real till all this happened."

A small wave broke across my back, sending a small spray into his face. He sputtered once or twice. "The sea, fella. She's a real bitch. But without 'er, never woulda had the opportunity to

meet you two." He looked me directly in the eye, and I noticed they were starting to redden. "You can't begin to understand how much it means. I appreciate all you two've done forme."

He laughed, strained. "Well, maybe not _all_of it, but just...well, this. Ya'll being here to help me. Woulda given up weeks ago. Probably woulda died without your help. And if not that,

woulda lost m'mind without some kinda company."

His toes gently trailed against my flank and I trilled. "It means the world t'me. I hope you know that." He wet his lips, clenched his jaw and relaxed it. "But fella, I ain't got much time left."

This piqued my interest. It was hard not to show it, not to let on how well I understood. Right then, I was no more than a living creature for him to speak honestly to.

"Them goddamn birds, all the bites I'm gettin', it's starting t'add up." A few tears welled up in his eyes. "You and your friend...your lady-friend, I guess. Well, I can't eat much more of it

these days. Even with them gulls stealing 'em, the ones I _do_get I can hardly keep down! Spent all last night retchin' and crampin'. There ain't a drop've water left in the goddamn pile of-"

He paused, face scrunched up in a grimace of agony. The a tear broke at the corner of his eye and trailed down his cheek, followed by another on the opposite cheek. He looked at me, his

sadness reflected in my own eyes. After a moment he smiled and reached up to the rub the top of my rostrum planted on his shoulder. "Never mind there, fella," he murmured softly. "Ain't

nothin' we can do but wait. Hope'll make it that long. Haven't been this skinny since college."

I stared deeply into his eyes. Every glimpse of sorrow and fear waned quickly, stalling and slowing the way fan blades continue spinning after the power shuts off. Even as the fear of death,

the hope of rescue, the joy of our presence burned bright in his expression, they lacked the fuel to burn for long. The strength to survive flew high like a flag, but even now the edges were

torn and the ties pulled at the mast. One good gust and it would break free, riding the few breezes strong enough to keep it aloft. When the wind died down, the flag would fall. And when it

hit the earth, no breeze could give it the strength to wave again.

Suddenly a familiar whistle broke through the silence and Isthia surfaced nearby, pelting me with a hot blast of water. I rolled off the man and aimed my rostrum back at her, snapping water in my jaws. The surprise sparked a fresh glee within the man and he treaded water, watching us toy about with a grin.

"Hi there, Isthia. Been here long?"

"Long? We never left!" She submerged and approached me. "Quite a show you two put on back there! Didn't even bother to see if you were alone!"

"What? Oh jeez, Isthia, we-"

She warbled, butting me hard with her rostrum until I rolled over. "Relax! Bout time you tried something new with a human. How about those hands? And that cumshot? Impressive. Didn't realize it traveled so far above water."

I blushed, figuratively. "Well, actually, Aimee and I had-"

"Ah, figures. Well, why not make the most of the opportunity?" She swam up and prodded gently at the man's lower abdomen.

I couldn't help but laugh. "Well fine, go ahead then. See which one of us is better at screwing dolphins. Don't forget he's got a tough competitor!"

Her eyes glazed over dreamily. "Oh, don't worry. I haven't forgotten."

Isthia surfaced once again and rolled on her side, gazing up at the man.

"Well hello there, missy!" He snickered, rubbing along her underside and trying to stay afloat. I dove between his legs and forced him up, making him shout out in laughter. Soon he was mostly above water and slightly higher than Isthia. "Now I know which one of ya's the lady. Your friend here made that obvious." He laughed and ruffled me firmly across the cape.

"Gregory," Isthia rolled over eagerly. "What's he saying? Tell me!"

"He said he knows you're a female now." I replied, grinning. "Guess he's starting to hint at something?"

Isthia, now on her back, splayed her flippers outward and used her tail to position herself adjacent to me. The man seemed somewhat confused by her behavior at first.

"Another massage? Already?" He traced her body with his eyes, marking every refined curve and the gentle swelling of her midsection against her perfectly shaded underside. "Well," he muttered, slightly embarrassed. "I guess I do still owe ya."

He swooped a leg up over me and fell into the ocean, disappearing under the waves for a moment before resurfacing. Once he'd made it to Isthia he started off rubbing down the length of her body, slowly down across her slit to gauge her reaction. She shuddered, causing her body to drift in his direction.

"Mmm....oh man." Isthia murmured weakly. The anticipation alone amplified every nerve across her labia. A gentle mound began forming beneath her folds as her clitoris swelled up. She suddenly turned to me, speaking quietly as if trying not to be caught. "You, um...you don't mind, do you?"

I laughed. "Did you mind him wrangling my junk?"

She trilled gently, bumping me on the underside. "Just wanted to make sure, love. Thank you." It surprised me how we seemed to have switched- she was the monogamous dolphin-with-standards, and I was the randy sea mammal.

Meanwhile, he began to shorten the length of his body rubs to focus on her lower abdomen and tail. Both hands worked analogously, firmly pressing out the kinks in her tail muscles and moving up to her navel, rubbing thumb-to-thumb down her underside until both digits crossed along her lips. With every repeat he would ease up on his pace once he hit a spot a few inches from her slit. Steadily he moved down to the top of her vulva, reaching the folds of skin and gently pushing his thumbs in and apart, spreading her lips. Muscle spasms along her tail showed her trying to thrust, yet she couldn't. Her eyes were shut and her mouth hung open, tongue flexing within her jaws. It was too exciting to turn politely away from.

Noticing Isthia's arousal, he began to rub his thumbs down her slit as slow as possible, applying even pressure. The folds of skin met some resistance but soon rippled upwards as his thumbs found their way in. Isthia squealed loudly, trying to get her body to respond and thrust against him. He continued on his path until the plump red flesh hit a dead end. Undeterred, he began moving his thumbs upwards towards her pseudo-cervix, the last ring of muscle until he broke through to her pussy. Finding his mark, he began applying pressure but soon found it too resistant. Isthia squirmed beneath him. Unable to push through he traced his thumbs upwards, gliding slowly across her clitoris. She lifted her lower body almost out of the water, pressing against his eager hands.

"Heh heh...musta found the sweet spot." He gently pressed her lips, prying them apart with some effort. Carefully, watching Isthia's reaction, he brought his face down closer to her slit and flicked his tongue across the mound of flesh. She shuddered violently but stopped herself from thrusting. Both pectoral fins sat erect above the water. He brought his tongue back, tasting the salty mix of her juices and seawater, before leaning back down again. This time he started at one end of her clitoris, slowly dragging his tongue across the swollen bulb. Isthia's body tensed, the only signs of activity were her quivering flippers. He drew his tongue back again, starting at the same spot and licked across her clitoris once more. When he reached the opposite end he pulled his tongue back to its starting point. Breaking off, he spread her lips even further and moved back down, forcing his entire tongue down towards her vaginal opening. With his face buried up against her slit, he tongued against the walls of her slit, prodding eagerly at her pseudo-cervix, just out of reach.

"Oh...ohhhh....Ah, Gregory! Gregory!" Her eyes shot open.

"What is it?"

"Mmm...make him...make him, ahhh....make him stop!"

"What's wrong?"

"Ohh....make him stop....teasing me! Please! Mmm....I, ahhh...I want him on top!"

My mind reeled. How could I possibly manage that?

I noticed that his shorts began to tent, Isthia's infectious arousal beginning to bleed off to him. He seemed eager enough with the foreplay, but how could I get the idea across to him?

"Isthia, follow my lead. Start thrusting when it feels right, ok?"

She clicked affirmatively. It was all she could do.

I circled around until I was on the other side of the two, and out of sight of the man. With a single tail stroke I dove beneath her and up slightly. His erection was right in my face. I placed my rostrum against the side of his tented shorts and buzzed. He buckled, uttering a quick moan from above. Without allowing him to react much more, I gingerly bit against the hem of his shorts, tugging firmly and continuing to buzz. He cuffed me on the rostrum.

"Hey now! Get off those!"

Persistently, almost pulling him underwater, I continued to tug. He cuffed me yet again, but I didn't care. Just then, Isthia began thrusting. We stopped, him staring at her while I stared at the two of them. Slowly but surely, the message sank in.

"Wait...you want me to...?" The blood appeared to be rushing from his head, and I could tell by scanning that his heart rate was increasing. To no surprise he took to it quicker than he had with me, yanking the shorts from my teeth and undoing the button. "Ah hell. I don't even care. She's wants it and ain't nobody around."

I sank lower and circled back, returning to my original position a few feet out. By now the man had removed his shorts, draping them over Isthia's abdomen without her responding. With a clumsy first start he finally managed to straddle her lower body, his shaft and testicles resting against her pink underside. Despite the wind blowing at his soaked skin, his penis didn't seem to be affected by the temperature change. He was roughly eight inches in length, a hefty girth wrapped in a layer of foreskin. And judging by the stiffness, he was imagining how the plump lips of her labia would feel once wrapped around him. I recalled my original inter-species romps with Isthia and sat below the surface, eagerly waiting to see their reactions.

"Wow," he murmured, staring at her slit swollen up and his member resting in the groove. "I really can't believe I'm doin' this. But damn, you felt some kind of incredible inside."

He pulled back his foreskin to expose the head, and gave himself a few self-encouraging rubs. Shifting his weight slightly he wrapped his legs around her tail and hunched forward. Guiding his cock to her slit, he pressed firmly to the folds of skin until they broke apart. He sunk in with a loud sigh, going in at an angle towards the top of her labia. Isthia's entire body shook, but she didn't thrust. He noticed with some frustration that something wasn't right. He pushed harder but met with extreme resistance, until finally he popped out at the top of her slit. Isthia shuddered again, her clitoris swelling up as he brushed his cock along it.

"Damn. May need'ta move lower." He scooted backwards some, positioning his tip between her two mammary slits. "Mmm...that's gotta be the place. Can feel the heat already."

He thrust straight into her, shutting his eyes as inch after inch slowly sank between the walls of her slit. Pausing at her pseudo-cervix, the true entryway into her pussy, he clutched the base of his erection and braced it. With a small grunt he pressed against her unyielding muscles, edging himself inwards. Finally his cock twitched as it broke past and into her fiery passage. Isthia uttered a quavering whirr and bucked against him until he was up to the hilt. The sudden warmth and clenched muscles around his shaft made the man gasp, her contracting muscles undoubtedly undulating across his entire length. He fell flat against her stomach, reaching a few feetaway from her pectoral fins, and I could see his mouth open wide while Isthia thrust him in and out of her. Overcome with such a sensation the man could not bring himself to fuck at first. He simply lay upon her, arms wrapped around her body, allowing Isthia to pleasure herself upon his member. The splashing of her lower half breaking the surface with great intensity grew louder as she quickened her pace.

Meanwhile, I noticed Spinner approaching from behind. She scanned the two inquisitively, floating just beneath the surface to observe the two in action. I giggled, breaking her concentration.

"Like what you see? Not your average mating ritual, right?"

Spinner spy-hopped to hide her embarrassment. Or to get a better view. I couldn't tell which.

"She looks so... wow." Spinner submerged after a few moments. "She looks like she's doing all the work."

"Yeah. Take it from me, sex with a dolphin beats sex with a woman any day. Women don't have the kind of muscle control you do. And the sleek blubbery skin can't be beat. Yup. Chances are he's in shock. I know I was too."

Spinner crept forward, scanning the two constantly and trying her hardest to make sense of it all. I gently nipped at her flukes.

"Hey, what do you say we have some fun too? It's not that exciting to just watch."

She glanced over at me and, without a moments hesitation, began swimming around me in tight circles. I tilted my body backwards, allowing my underside to brush hers as she swam past. Spinner twisted upwards and our two melons met, her pressing gently against mine. I righted myself and dove towards her, nipping carefully at her dorsal fin. Already her labia started to swell with a pleasant pink shade. My heartbeat quickenedas a sudden pressure in my slit signaled I was ready. Spinner broke the surface for air and sank back down below me, rolling over onto her back. AnxiouslyI swam above her, timing to her pace as the tip of my cock broke past my slit. We passed underneath Isthia, and I noticed the man sitting more or less upright, thrusting vigorously into her. His toes were curled and I heard the faint sound of him moaning.

Finally I lowered my body against Spinner, who coasted freely using her flippers to steady herself. The warmth of her underside tingled against my own, and I wrapped my fins against her. Lined up, our flippers interlocked, I traced my exposed tip against her swollen and eager slit. Her eyes closed and her tail bucked, encouraging me to continue. Carefully my tail sunk and the smooth pink lips enveloped my member. She braced herself beneath me, bobbing her head as my cock snaked out from the folds of my slit and into hers. I started thrusting gently, forcing my tip through her pseudo-cervix and into her raring pussy. Her jaws flicked open momentarily, and as she started to buck against me they stayed partially open. Her muscles contracted against my member, squeezing and kneading the hardening shaft repeatedly. Finally the last of my cock pushed out of my slit, and with the added leverage I quickened my pace, pushing the thick base firmly past her lips. She bobbed her head quickly, sending a ripple of tremors down her body.

Up above I heard Isthia trill, mixed with a loud grunt from the man. I figured he must've finished. I quickened my pace, powerfully slamming my cock into Spinner faster than she could thrust back. The muscles in her slit clenched against my member and she twisted beneath me, rocking through her climax. Unable to steady my own pace I gave one final thrust to the hilt, erupting a powerful stream of cum deep within her pussy. Spinner cooed pleasantly, her muscles rippling along my cock from the base to the tip and back, milking me.Unable to keep myself erect any longer, I pulled out and my member receded back into the slit. Spinner, still rosyacross her underside, lifted her head and gently raked her teeth near my jawline. I clicked excitedly and did the same, soon noticing a set of marks just below her head. Afterwards we broke apart, coming to the surface and breaking for air. At least I did, Spinner surfaced which such enthusiasm she broke the surface by over a foot. We circled back around towards Isthia and the man.

He'd swam closer towards the island, still stark naked but carrying his shorts. Isthia approached usin a relaxed, almost-dreamlike state. I rubbed my rostrum with hers.

"So, who's the winner then, love? Him or me?"

She flexed her flippers, trying to keep from rolling over. "Don't make me choose."

"Oh no," I cooed, "don't tell me you've gone to the dark side!"

If that confused Isthia, it was only mildly. She glanced up at me. "The what?"

I laughed, firmly pushing her over onto her back.

"Oh no! Isthia's caught that man-fever! No more dolphin sex for you! You might as well be in an aquarium!"

This seemed to shake Isthia out of her daze, and she fought back, thwacking me playfully with her flukes. I reeled hyperbolic-ally.

"Quick, Spinner! We gotta escape! She's gone mad with the man-fever!"

Isthia spun upright and conked me in the side with a headbutt. "You're a goof, you know that? Just because you're jealous doesn't give you the right to have sex with my sister!" Isthia squealed, snapping her jaws and trying to get at my pectoral fins.

"Hey, don't blame me! It was her idea!"

"No," Spinner piped in, quiet and distracted. "It wasn't."

Isthia and I stopped our wrestling and she approached her sister, who was eying the man while he dog-paddled towards the island. She was in position for a spy-hop, almost as if standing in one spot, using her flippers to keep steady. Her entire underbelly remained a blushedpink.

"Spinner, look at you," Isthia mused, "you're still all geared up."

She shook herself from her distracted state and rose for air, taking a breath and sinking down horizontally. She seemed to be embarrassed and hiding her arousal.

"Well, it's just that....well, Gregory doesn't mate like normal dolphins, see, and I-"

Isthia warbled, nudging her sister teasingly. "He does it like people do. And it's great."

I swam around them in a circle, strutting with broad tail strokes and a bobbing head. They didn't take much notice.

"Spinner," Isthia cooed, "what are you thinking?"

She didn't reply, so Isthia butted her firmly. It was sort of cute how shy she seemed. It wasn't like her at all.

"Maybe," Spinner began, "and this is a maybe....you could get him back out into the deeper water?"

Isthia laughed. "Oh, we don't have to. Here he comes now."

Sure enough, swimming a clumsy breaststroke while babying his injured foot, the man approached us from the island. I poked my head above the surface and noticed his shorts lying up on the beach.

Spinner, upon seeing the sight of him, instinctively tried to turn and leave. Isthia darted in front, cutting Spinner off quick enough to cause the two to collide.

"Come on- you're not going anywhere." Spinner hesitated, trying to push past her sister. Meanwhile I swam up towards the man, spy-hopping and chirping.

"Hey there fella," he covered the end of my rostrum with his hand, "miss me already? Never even got outta the water." I squeaked playfully as he shook my rostrum. Taking a quick breath, I submerged with my dorsal fin poking up next to him. "A ride, eh? Well, I could use a break." He wrapped his arm around my body, clutching firmly on my fin with his other. Without even a slight warning I took off back towards Isthia and Spinner. He yelped in surprise and fell forward, tightening his grip around me. I towed him along effortlessly, readjusting my weight to account for the added drag. Isthia exchanged a few words with Spinner before she broke off, surfaced for air, and swam up to meet us. Spinner didn't follow.

Once we were close enough the man let go, falling into the cool ocean. By now the wind pushed in a set of clouds, partially blocking the sun and cooling the temperature in the sea. He surfaced and wiped the brine from his eyes, swearing and blinking several times. While incapacitated, Isthia sneaked beneath him, turning over and allowing his toes to trail along her underside. Meanwhile I circled back around and approached him from the front, stopping in front and spy hopping. My buoyancy alone placed me a good foot and a half above him, and after clearing his eyes seemed almost startled by a sudden looming figure.

"Look at ya! Floatin' there just like me!" He reached out to take hold of my flippers when Isthia shot up behind him, breaking the surface in a shower of seawater. With barely enough time to react she spy-hopped as well, grasping him in her flippers the best she could and bringing the remainder of her body against his. Soon I copied, placing my rostrum on his shoulder and pulling my body up against his. His surprise began to wane and soon he was chuckling, sandwiched between two floating dolphins. The warmth from his body felt soothing against me, and with our grasp and buoyancy he didn't need to keep treading water.

"Wow...can't hardly figure you two out." He sighed. Tenderly he reached back and ran a hand along Isthia's flank while scratching along my backwith his big toe. Isthia trilled pleasantly, shifting her weight to allow him better reach. His other hand rubbed across the top of my rostrum and melon while I clicked contently. We remained in that position, tranquilly accepting his affection while staying afloat. He seemed so small when compared to us, his head level with ours while his legs barely reached our navels. His emaciated body offered no protection from his bones, which pressed and prodded against our blubber. But we held him anyway. For once, he just continued to rub. There was nothing he wanted to say, nothing he wished to do. He seemed perfectly happy to stay in our embrace.

Spinner watched us closely, edging her way towards the solid mass of three bodies clumped into one. It must've been a strange sight, and it did feel weird, but the intimate tangle we were part of outweighed the awkwardness. Here was our survivor, our pet, our old burden. The Man on the Island finally brought back out to sea. We shared the food we caught, the company we kept, and finally ourselves. Once the helpless soul damned by the unforgiving sea, the poor being isolated from all shreds of normalcy, saved from death and reborn in a brand new world unable to survive on his own. And here we were, products of the sea which damned him, offering protection and affection inhisdwindling days of life.

Isthia released him from her grasp andI shifted my weight back to accommodate, ensuring he wouldn't suddenly sink. He seemed so fragile, almost lifeless.I rolled onto my back and he rested against me, legs wrapped around my midsection. She submerged and swam around us to Spinner.

"Come on. Introduce yourself to him. Just don't do anything to surprise him."

Spinner's fins shook and her eyes sat wide. She stared at the man in a fog, seeing his image shoved in with other, more disturbing ones. And yet, her underside remained pink. "Spinner," Isthia cooed softly, "it's going to be okay. Whatever it is, it's going to go away once you two interact. You'll never want to leave him alone."

Cautiously, though mildly calmed by her sister's words, Spinner broke for air and made her way towards us.

"Go slow," I muttered to her, "stay out of arm's reach at first."

Spinner surfaced, blowing a loud _chuff_in the direction of the man. Slowly she rolled onto her side, staringup at him from below.

"Oh, hi there," he began sleepily, noticing the smaller and slightly darker dolphin that sat nearby. "Where'd you come from?"

Spinner didn't respond, not even waiting for me to translate. A few waves pushed her inches farther away from us. She didn't try to stop it. Her gaze seemed almost frozen and even when her blowhole broke the surface, she didn't breathe.

"Get up closer and surface," I whispered to her. It was a bold move, but I tried to remain firm. "Rostrum and blowhole first. Spinner, he's probably going to try to touch you."

The poor dolphin didn't appear to hear me. Her sonar raged across us, as if trying to find one little detail that could force her back.

"Hey there," the man yawned, sitting up on me and looking directly at Spinner. His curiosity seemed to outweigh his exhaustion. Spinner recoiled from his sudden gain in height. "Oop! Sorry there, didn't meanta scare ya. You're rightjumpy, aintcha?"

"Spinner. Spinner." I repeated her name until she acknowledged me. "He knows you're nervous. I promise you, he's half your size. He's going to know better than to rush things."

It didn't seem to offer her any consolation. But, warily, she twisted herself to face him and gave one weak stroke. She surfaced, both eyes trained on him. She was well within-arms reach.

"If he does anything to you," I trilled gently, "I'm throwing him off and killing him myself. Then you can tear me apart for lying to you. Ok?"

She chuffed faintly. Her flippers continued to quiver. But her underside stayed pink.

"Steady now," he whispered to her as he extended an arm. I translated while he spoke."I won't hurt ya. Just don't try in' grab me or nothin, ok?"

Spinner opened her jaws defensively. He withdrew his hand.

"Jeez, poor girl's shakin'," he looked down at me. "Ya think I oughta stop?"

I didn't answer, hoping my silence would for me. Cautiously he raised his hand again, slowly bringing it closer to Spinner's melon. She clamped her jaws shut, splashing water onto his hand and legs. He jerked backwards and stared at me, puzzled. Isthia approached from the side and gave her sister a firm nudge. Spinner pointed her rostrum towards the man, but now he didn't try to touch her. With one mild push she brought her head up onto my body, directly in front of the man's legs. Her eye assessed the man's features, from his genitals before her and his shoulders above her. Meanwhile he stared back a tad uneasy, keeping both hands planted on his thighs.

"Maybe you need to touch him first, Spinner," Isthia piped in. "It looks like he's just as nervous as you are."

Spinner silently complied, raising her rostrum to prod gently at his inner thigh and knees. He didn't react as she did this, observing her carefully run her beak against the dark hairs along his thigh.

"Come on then," Spinner finally whirred. "Do it. Get it over with."

"You scared him," I replied. "He thinks you're too unpredictable."

Isthia dove beneath us, glancing up at Spinner's deep pink underside and swollen slit. She seemed to mull this over for a moment.

"Spinner, back off and roll over. Maybe that will get his attention."

She didn't respond, hesitant. It put her in a compromised position in case he tried anything, but would also display to him her interest. Finally, Spinner backed off and chuffed several times. The man followed her with his eyes, which widened as she rolled over to display herself.

"Oh!" He exclaimed. "Why didn't ya say so? No need t'be shy, girlie."

He submerged his hand and cupped some water. It lubricated his hand well enough and he tossed it onto her underbelly before following with his hand. Spinner's entire body tensed up. Her flippers stood firmly upright. Palm flat against her, the man's hand sunk partially when pressed into her blubbery flesh. She had her eyes closed tightly.

"Easy now, girlie," he whispered, noticing Spinner's taut demeanor. He gazed between her head and her slit, contemplating if she'd settled enough to be satisfied. Moments passed but he continued stroking her underside tenderly. Spinner sat level with me at the surface, just to my left. I could see her eyes were still closed, yet much looser than before. She appeared to be asleep.

"How are you doing, Spinner? How does it feel?"

She paused a moment before answering me. "It feels....nice. He's rough and smooth at the same time."

Isthia broke for air and continued observing nearby. Spinner lowered her flippers and broke her stillness with a mild shudder. Finally allowing her arousal to override her fear, she slowly started thrusting her tail. The man took notice and began rubbing further downwards past her navel and along her flanks. As he neared her slit Spinner quickened her pace, almost pushing her tail out of the water with each thrust. He stroked her abdomen, where her body started to taper off towards the tail. As he approached her slit he swooped downwards and rubbed along her flank parallel to it. Spinner whirred, vigorously bucking her tail hoping to slide his fingers in. A mound beneath her genital slit began to grow as her clitoris swelled in anticipation. I noticed the man getting aroused as well, his penis lifting off my underside. He reached across Spinner's body, clutching the other side of her tail and pulling her close. Spinner trilled delightfully as his thumb finally reached up and began to rub along her lips.

"Easy now, easy," he murmurred, barely audible as Spinner's thrusting continued to stir up the water around her with bubbles and ripples. He slowly slid the tip of his thumb downwards at an angle, her folds creasing as more and more of his digit slipped into her slit. Moving upwards, the pad of his thumb brushed across her clitoris. Every muscle in her body tensed up and she froze in place.

"Oh wow....ohhhhhh man." Spinner's jaws snapped repeatedly while both flippersjerked upwards. He moved back a bit and began rubbing her clit along the bottom, just above her pseudo-cervix.With his forefinger he reached back and started tracing it across her swelling lips and mammary glands. She rolled partway onto her side to allow better access. At this angle he continued to rub with his hand submerged while Spinner began thrustingearnestly. With his other hand he began stroking her along her ventral side and flank, drumming his fingers on her underside and chuckling as the muscles beneath twitched and relaxed. Spinner chirped eagerly, her body now pressed up alongside mine. Her thrusts bumped into his shin above the injured foot. He grunted loudly and used his hand to feebly restrain her.

"Hey, hey hey- easy now." He turned to me and gave one final pat on my underside. "I'm hoppin' off, fella. Hold still a moment." Bracing himself with one hand against her slit and one on her flank, he swung his leg off of me and fell into the water, using Spinner's body to keep him afloat. I swam a few paces and rolled over, taking in air I'd been desperately needing but too polite to get.

He paused, floating amid the water churned up by Spinner's thrusting. One hand remained at her slit, one bracing himself on Spinner's abdomen. He admired her body momentarily, from the dark silver skin stained pink which ran the length of her underbelly to the creasing at her hips with every eager thrust. He ran his free hand up towards her pectorals which stood above his head, brushing his fingertips past her navel. Marginally shorter than Isthia and I, he could reach farther up on Spinner while keeping one hand at her slit. He drummed his fingers towards her head and back again.

Spinner relished the extra attention, and she staggered her thrusts to a mild bobbing. She rolled upright to catch a breath while the man released his hand from her slit. Instead of rolling over again, Spinner submerged partway and swam downwards, twisting her body so it pressed against him. She squeaked in surprise when he wrapped both arms around her tail, squeezing firmly. Unable to shake herself from his grasp, Spinner allowed herself to sink until both were underwater. He released her tail and rose to the surface, Spinner's flukes tapping him gently on the chest and abdomen. She twisted her body once more to right herself and swam in a tight circle around him, dorsal fin just above the surface. We could hear her scanning him, observing his anatomy up close. Occasionally she switched to more tangible methods using her rostrum to prod and poke at him. She took special interest to his knees, prying the space behind them between the calf and thigh. On dolphins, it would be the approximate location of the genital slit, and as her only prior knowledge of anatomy _were_dolphins this seemed to intrigue her. She poked her rostrum between his legs, another deviation from typical dolphin anatomy.

The man floated, watching her observe him. He grunted when she prodded a tender area too roughly, and laughed when she found a ticklish spot- often pushing her away if he could. At one point she got too casual around his injured foot and he needed to force her off. Still, he allowed her to continue.

It didn't take long, maybe a few minutes, before Spinner broke for air and seemed to stop her observation. She floated in front of him just below the surface, slightly turned with one eye gazing up at him. He smiled down at her.

"All done?"

Spinner took one last breath of air before rolling over. He chuckled.

"Guess so."

He took hold of her pectoral fin and wrapped his other arm around her midsection. Pausing, he prepared to swing his injured leg over her body while both were underwater. The wind kicked up a few minor swells which bobbed them about, him kicking weakly to keep in place. I could've sworn the two were dancing.

Once the swells subsided, he leaned forward and swung the injured leg through the water, over Spinner's tail, and pulled himself into position. Spinner sank a few inches but seemed unfazed, instinctively raising her lower half to keep them buoyant. He locked his legs around her tail and stretched out, pushing both hands up along her underbelly. Spinner cooed and splayed her flippers. Finally he retraced his steps, pulling his hands down her underside and coming to rest at the sides just above the start of her slit. The temperature of the seawater, as well as Spinner's distracting observations, shrank his erection and his penis rested on the lips of her vulva. Noticing this, he scooted backwards a bit. Spinner's anticipation caused her to thrust, feeling the subtle brushing of his member across her lips. The man steadied himself, rising and lowering rapidly on her bucking tail. He blinked a few times and swallowed, trying to accustom himself to the rise and fall.

I swam discreetly beneath Spinner. "Lay off with the thrusting! You're going to make him sick!"

She didn't respond. But seconds later her tail grew still. That was good enough.

"Whew!" The man exclaimed. "Easy now, girlie."

Spinner trilled quietly, resisting every instinct to thrust. The man placed a hand on her stomach and the other pressing subtly at her slit. She stiffened to the sensation, a fresh shade of pink growing from her ventral slit. He began massaging her lips tenderly with his two primary fingers, and I saw Spinner's jaws open wide. The man gently pushed his digits past her lips and into the warmth of her vulva. Spinner churred encouragingly, giving a few small thrusts. At this point his member began stiffening despite the cool sea around it. He pulled one hand away and gripped his erection, scooting farther upwards until his tip poked at the center of her lips. Spinner closed her jaws and opened her eyes momentarily. Seeing him in position and ready she shut them again, bracing herself to receive him.

He pulled his fingers from her pussy and placed this hand on her abdomen. After one more glance up he saw her completely relaxed, which seemed to calm him. He pressed the tip of his member against her lips and paused, taking in the refreshing warmth they emitted. Taking in a breath he pushed firmly, parting her lips and sliding smoothly into her vulva. Spinner's head bobbed, her jaws agape, sending ripples down her body until her flukes shook. The man sighed loudly, feeling the pressure and warmth along his member. He pushed harder, meeting some resistance from her pseudo-cervix. Spinner bucked her tail eagerly, and after a few tries his cock broke through the muscle and into her pussy. He groaned loudly, shutting his eyes and leaning forward, wrapping his arms around Spinner's midsection while he started thrusting.

Spinner's flippers jerked upwards and her head bobbed again, sending a violent shiver down through her body. The man clutched tighter to avoid being tossed off. He pushed his member in to the hilt, his hips firmly planted against hers. Spinner uttered a string of clicks and seemed to gain her composure, twisting upright and thrusting rhythmically against his. Whenever he entered she would thrust against him, and pull back when he did. Once synced the man increased his pace, pulling his hips up slightly to gain leverage. He groaned loudly, head buried into her stomach. I noticed his hands moving across her back and around her dorsal fin. Spinner tried to match her pace to his, but with every harder thrust he offered she seemed to reel back, allowing him to thrust as he pleased. He pulled out until his tip rested just past her lips then thrust his entire cock deep into her slit, grinding his hips against hers. It seemed to knock Spinner out, her body arching and her rhythm halted. A few small bubbles escaped her blowhole and her jaws flexed, signs of her first orgasm. They paused, Spinner's pecs erect and shivering while he relished the spasms of her pussy rippled along his member. He buried his member deep inside her vulva and began giving her small, rapid thrusts. Small moans and grunts peppered his hearty panting. His muscles tensed and his teeth clenched as he gave a few more full thrusts. Spinner couldn't control herself, writhing in his grasp as each continuous spasm rocked her body. She let out a faint whistle and slapped her flukes on the water. With a bellowing groan he pushed deep into her slit and began to cum. Spinner took control and slammed her tail against him, snapping her jaws and shuddering as a second orgasm took hold. The two remained lock in place, Spinner's head bobbing violently and his body tensed and taut. They held for a moment before finally relaxing. Spinner splayed her flippers and he fell flat against her. He appeared to try to pull out but met some resistance. She'd clenched her muscles to keep him inside. With a soft chuckle he sunk back in, resting with his head on her stomach. Both hands gently caressed her backside along her dorsal ridge just below her fin. His panting began to cease, and he sighed contently. The pink began to dissipate on Spinner's underside, and with her vaginal muscles relaxed the man finally pulled out, his member sleek with Spinner's fluids. Swinging a leg over, he rolled head-first into the sea. Spinner turned upright and chuffed loudly, followed by several smaller ones. Just as the man emerged and rubbed his eyes, she submerged and approached him. She brought her rostrum to the back of his legs and opened her jaws. He yelped softly as she closed them gently against his calf, rubbing the tips of her conical teeth up and down his calf. She seemed so deliberate while doing this, taking care not to break the skin and only on his left, uninjured leg. Her flank and peduncle, the meat of her tail, rested just below the surface. He took the opportunity to caress her with both of his hands. Spinner trilled pleasantly and released his leg. She surfaced at his side and chuffed, causing him to turn and look back. He resumed treading water and she began to swim in circles around him, turning occasionally to rub her underside against him. After a few rotations she broke off, rolling onto her side and swimming directly in front of him, a few inches separating her head from his stomach. She stared up at him, her eyes half-lidded.

He placed a hand on her cape and tenderly clutched her rostrum with the other to keep himself afloat. She allowed him, and while doing so he brought both legs together and leaned back. His legs floated towards the surface as his shoulders went below the waves. He pulled Spinner in closer, and soon she rested upon his chest and abdomen. Waves lapped at his neck as well as his toes which floated up on the other side. Spinner chuffed, her blowhole sufficiently out of the water. They sat silently, gazing into each others' eyes. The man's eyes reddened and he wet his lips. But he couldn't have looked happier.

I felt a gentle buzz at my flank and jumped, glancing back to see Isthia running her rostrum along my body. Noticing she had my attention she broke off and rolled on her side, running a flipper along my side.

"Isn't it funny," she cooed, "how fast the 'man-fever' takes over?"

I warbled quietly, poking my rostrum against her underside.

"I still love you, Gregory," she stopped and rolled herself over. "I really hope you're not mad we mated earlier."

Bless her, I thought. She'd been the one confused by my monogamy at first. Strange for a male dolphin to mate with only one female, she said. And yet she always held up her side as well, sometimes forcing off some of the other males. But surely I'd been the only human she'd mated with. And she expected jealousy? Hurt feelings? Never. Her happy was all I ever wanted. Even though I'd mated with Spinner twice, she didn't seem to mind. So why should I? No other dolphin or human could ever take her place in my heart.

"Well, maybe I'm not convinced," I lied. "I think you owe me."

Isthia rolled over and chuffed, releasing a large bubble past my eyes.

"You're so full of it, you know that?" she warbled, exasperated. "But maybe you're right. What did you have in mind?"

I trilled and rolled over, nuzzling my rostrum against hers.

"I'll think about it."

She returned the favor, stroking along my underside and buzzing her rostrum. We continued to caress one another for a few minutes, but didn't try to continue anything else. Now exhausted from all the activity, we were content with affection.

Isthia glanced up, seeing Spinner resting in the man's arms.

"They look so peaceful together. Spinner especially. I've never seen her so relaxed."

I chirped and nipped at Isthia's flipper.

"Nobody forgets their first."

She met my eyes, and I could see a shimmer within them. "I love you, Isthia."

"I love you too, Gregory."

We remained at the island for what felt like hours. Finally the skies began to change shades, from light grew to silver. The man and Spinner broke their embrace as Isthia and I ventured out towards open waters. Looking back, I noticed Spinner had her rostrum raised out of the water and pointing directly at the man. He cupped it with both hands and planted a kiss on the end. Interesting how certain signs of affection transcended species. Spinner broke away and swam up to meet us. Isthia, swimming low in the water, ascended and brushed past her sister as she did so.

"So," she began, "how was it?"

"Incredible," Spinner cooed dreamily. "I can't even explain it."

"No need to," I piped in. "But we did tell you so."

She butted me gently. I exaggerated her blow with a roll.

"I didn't think it was possible," Spinner sighed. "Humans are a lot more affectionate than I would've thought. His hands were driving me wild."

Isthia nudged me just above the flipper. "They're a rare breed, indeed."

We circled the island a few hundred meters out, aiming towards the open waters of the Gulf. As we did we porpoised, hopping from the water with every thrust and landing back effortlessly. I was on the outer side and could see the island. The Man on the Island stood facing the sea, watching us fade into the distance. Even from there I could see the content look on his face. As he grew smaller I watched him hobble towards his lean-to. He put too much weight on his injured foot and stumbled, catching himself just in time. From there he entered his shelter, weary after a long day, and disappeared from sight.

His words echoed in my head while the sisters chattered amongst themselves. There ain't a drop've water left. I ain't got much time left. Ain't nothin' we can do but wait. Hope'll make it that long.

"I love him," Spinner's words broke through. "I never want him to leave."

Later, after we'd managed to herd a small school of fish down our gullets, Isthia and I swam alone aimlessly. She noticed my odd behavior.

"Hey, are you alright?"

"Me? Yeah, I'm fine."

"You just seem so mellow. It's not like you."

I breached, hoping she would drop the subject. She didn't.

"Gregory, I know you. You're mulling something over, aren't you?"

I sighed and conceded in the fight. "Isthia, he talked to me earlier today."

"He?" Isthia rolled slightly to see me better. "You mean the man?"

"Yeah," I clicked. "He told me he's sick. That he can't digest the fish."

She considered this for a moment.

"Isthia, we _need_to get him off the island."

"I know," she replied, somewhat irritated. "But there haven't been any rescue vessels. Besides that yacht the sea's been empty."

I rolled over on my back, staring up at the sky. The clouds dissipated and the stars glowed amongst the planets. The faint flickering green and red of an airplane drifted between them. Nobody on board knew we existed, or The Man on the Island needed off. They freely traveled, business and pleasure, first class and economy, living their lives in differing states of peril. And yet, the man sat on a sandbar slowly dying. I wondered if he saw the lights of the airplane too. Perhaps he wished it would drop a line and pull him across the ocean at 600mph, enough to snap his legs which dangled in the water. Either way, he would be off the island. Or dead. He would be dead soon. That wasn't good enough.

I righted myself and stared at Isthia.

"If they're not going to rescue him," I clicked firmly, "then we'll have to."