{"sf1_id":643822,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Danger Drifts In","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":2563,"posted_at":"2014-01-05T21:19:00.000Z","tags":["Human","M/F","Ocean","Transformation","Vaginal","porpoise"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/643822-danger-drifts-in","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/643822","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=643822\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#27 of Robbin Red\n\nThis story was written using a wireless keyboard. I don't think I like it...the keyboard, not the story.","content":"When Jon-Tom re-entered the street later, he had just a\nslightly awkward gait in his step. Not only that, he nearly ran into a group of\nclerks from the store. They were laden with goods for the soon-to-be mated\nequines he was just now leaving behind. That gave him pause and he laughed.\nBehind! Who knew?!\n He\nexchanged a few pleasantries and walked back through town towards the harbor.\nHe quickened his pace, hoping his wife would not think his delay intentional or\nuntoward. As it turned out, she apparently was having fun with some of the\nintelligent ocean-going creatures, though hardly in a way he had been. They\nwere playing different games suitable for finned and flippered folk. He thought\nof them as water sports, and then pushed that idea down. There was something\nentirely different associated with that term.\n Sybeele\nrode a wave straight up onto shore. \"Hi handsome,\" she chattered at him. \"What\ntook you so long?\"\n He drew\nin a breath. \"I stopped by Huntchy's place to introduce myself to his future\nmates. We ended up getting into some in-depth discussions pertaining to why no\none should be excluded from official marriage ceremonies. They provided some\ninsight into this matter that I had never considered before.\"\n His\nwife squeaked with delight. \"Knowing those twins, they probably made a\npersuasive argument. Remember, I knew\nthem just a little bit. They left the school right after I arrived. I heard\nthey were among the star pupils. They certainly got their teacher's interest\ngoing!\" She was referring to Huntchy of course.\n Jon-Tom\nwas feeling relieved that she wasn't questioning him any further in the matter.\nHe would have found it difficult to explain. Her invitation to strip and join\nher was readily accepted, and in a flash he was nude and diving into the water.\nHe paddled out to the deeper section before stopping and treading water. He\nfelt her swim between his legs prior to popping her head out of the water.\n \"Geez\ndear, you look like you're fishing for sharks with that worm between your legs.\nIs that accidental or did you do it on porpoise?\" Her tittering snicker carried\nacross the waves. \n \"Very\nfunny! So maybe it's a little on the large size today. Maybe I was compensating\nbeing in the presence of two stallions.\"\n She\nlaughed even louder. \"Like you need to worry about size. You could tackle a\nwhale if the need arose!\"\n He\nlooked at her and with all seriousness asked, \"I'm not going to be expected to,\nam I?\" \n She\nflipped back in the water. \"Good heavens no! I don't even know any whales. I do\nknow a few dolphins and porpoises, as well as a handful of seals. This isn't my\nfirst oceanic transformation you know. Besides, the school has a section for\naquatics. Not everyone is designed to sit in a chair.\"\n He knew\nthis was true. He had met his share of unusual creatures over the years. \"I\nbelieve you! I've spent a good deal of my time under the waves, a long time\nago. I'll tell you about it sometime. But, like everything else I've done, it\nhasn't happened yet.\" He momentarily went quiet. She could see his mind\nworking. Then he snapped out of his reverie. \"Sorry about that. Brain kicked in\nfor a minute. We all know the trouble that can cause!\"\n She\nswam around him in tight circles. \"Yes! Thinking does little good where action\nworks better. So why don't I distract your mind with a little fun activity?\"\n He\ndidn't have the heart to tell her the truth. He was fairly replete in that\ncategory right at the moment. It hardly mattered anyway; all he had to do was\nhit his recharge button and everything would be in working order. But he was\nmentally unprepared to go at it so soon. That is, until he remembered back to\nhis first experience, sexually, with someone from this world. Roseroar. She had\nmorphed into a dolphin and they had made love in the rolling waves at the\nshoreline. He suddenly had a hard-on. Sybeele noticed and was delighted.\n \"I\nthought you might not be interested this afternoon. I'm so glad you are. I was beginning to think I might need to find\na sea cucumber to scratch my itch with.\"\n He\nfigured she was joking, but then again, he wasn't too quick to put anything\npast anyone anymore. His old friend Mudge had done some peculiar things in his\nlifetime. On the other hand, so had Jon-Tom. \"Well my kinky little swimmer, if\nyou wish to do so, please don't let me stop you.\"\n She\nstuck her tongue out at him. \"No thank you. I prefer the real thing, assuming\nit fits.\"\n He\nrolled his eyes. \"You know it will. Either I'll handle that aspect or you will.\nEither way there isn't likely to be any impedance to our tryst.\"\n She\nrolled over in the water, using her tail to splash water at him. \"You make it\nsound so clinical. Aren't you the least bit interested in enjoying yourself?\"\n He\nnearly choked. \"Oh, I'd say I am. I'm just not positive how we're going to do\nthis. I'm not exactly a water breather.\"\n She\ndived and came up in front of him, blowing water from her blow hole. \"Neither\nam I, you dense man. It doesn't keep the population of ocean-going folk from\ndropping significantly, now does it?\"\n He\nhadn't meant it quite that way. \"No, it doesn't. I was more concerned with\nwhether I would be doing this as a human or as something else? Remember, I\ndon't have my duar with me at the moment.\"\n She\nchattered with amusement. \"I see the problem you're posing; screw me as you or screw\nme as me. I think I like the idea of a human male prying open by tightest spots\nwith that wonderful cock of his. So if we must, we shall find a secluded spot\nto engage in our bit of fun.\"\n She\nswam under him and he had the mind to grab her fin. Then she was off at amazing\nspeed. In no time at all they were beached on a quiet bit of shoreline far from\nprying eyes. It brought back some very pleasant memories for him. It was new\nfor Sybeele however. Jon-Tom took charge, lying in the rolling surf, on his\nback, allowing her to ride the waves up and on top of his body. He steadied her\nwith a loving and firm hug. \n It was\nsomewhat awkward, doing it this way, but in the end, his cock pushed past the\ntight rubbery flesh to gain access to her deepest pink reaches. She squirmed\nwith unfettered delight. Each breaking wave pushed her up a little, while he\nhad more than enough cock to hold her in place when the wave receded. He\nallowed the motion of the water to guide their love making. \n Her\nrubbery skin clung tightly to the base of his cock like a firm pair of lips. He\nimagined them as a mouth engulfing it, while the rest of his manhood was\ndeep-throating the crap out of her. She\nmust have caught on to his arousal, because from then on, she was clamping down\nher opening with a vengeance. He held it together for as long as he could\nbefore blowing his load deep inside. Her muscles milked him as she arched her\nback in orgasmic convulsions of her own. \n With\neach rise she pulled along his length, squeezing out more of his fluids. It was\nan unconscious effort on her part to gain a child by him, even though she knew\nfull well that that eventuality would have to wait. It was difficult to get pregnant\nwhen you already were. Still, a girl could hope. And she could try. This was\nher husband, and while she didn't mind sharing him, she intended to get as much\nsatisfaction out of their relationship as she possibly could. She only hoped\nthat her sacrifices would prove fruitful before she was too old to truly enjoy\nthem.\n As her\nthought die down in conjunction with her orgasm, she relaxed into his arms. It\nwas hard at times dealing with these constant changes. He didn't mind them, of\ncourse. Heck, what male would? They tended to get bored without something new\nto keep their interest. Jon-Tom was probably even more jaded than most. He was\nold in ways she would never understand. But he did seem to love her, and she\nhim. She was very glad about that.\n Then\nher eyes narrowed a bit. Were her constant changes a matter concerning the baby\nshe carried, or was it something more intrinsic to her relationship with her\nhusband? She would have to broach the subject with Eve the next time she saw\nher! \n She was\nabruptly pulled out of her thoughts by an impromptu change in positions. A wave\ncame crashing into shore which Jon-Tom used to flip her over. He did it so\nskillfully that they remained locked together. Now she was on the bottom, her\nblowhole just above the waterline. He said nary a word; he just went back to\nwork again, pinning her to the sand. His toes locked into the heavier gravel\nunder the waves while his hands grasped her fins so hard he left indentations.\nShe was all set to have her insides churned to butter when he froze.\n In this\nform she couldn't turned her head to see what he was staring at, nor did her\nears work well out of water. She patiently waited for him to either resume\ntheir fun or tell her what the matter was. He finally did, in a quiet little\nvoice. \"I think there's someone nearby. I swear I heard a moan.\"\n She\ncouldn't move at the moment. \"Dear, it was probably me, but if you think we\nshould investigate, then by all means please un-impale me and allow me to be\nfree. Otherwise, ignore it and get back to work.\" She was hoping for the\nlatter, but wasn't too surprised when he pulled out and stood up. Men!\n \"I'm\ntelling you I heard something or someone. And before you get all indignant on\nme, I think who or whatever it is, is in distress. The question is where is the\nsound coming from? This section of beach is pretty deserted. Therefore, I have\nto assume it's an injured fisherman or maybe one of the kids from town. It\nbears investigation.\"\n She\ntittered. \"Yes, by a tall naked human sporting an enormous hard-on. I'm sure\nthat's just how they want to be rescued!\"\n \"If my\nnudity is a problem for you, close your eyes. I would hardly wear clothing\nwhile wading in the surf, regardless of my station.\" True to his word he walked\noutward along the point of land they had occupied. A few hundred yards up there\nwas a clump of flotsam that was bobbing gently in the waves. It was a mixture of\ndriftwood, net floats, and one small boat. Inside was the scrawniest, half dead\n\"thing\" Jon-Tom had ever seen. It had on pants, but they were in shreds.\nStriped fur was visible down its thin back. A sharp pointy tooth was visible\nsticking out from its retracted lips. Even as he watched, it uttered a weak,\nshrill cry. He leaned down, laid his head against it, pushing in enough power\nto preserve its life. He knew that he could only do so much right now until\nthis creature got food. It wasn't so much ill as it was starving.\n He\ngently lifted it from the wreckage and carried it back down the shoreline.\nSybeele had worked her way back into suitably deeper water. She swam up to\ninvestigate. Her head poked out, her eyes suddenly full of concern. \"I'm sorry\nfor doubting you. Who is this...fellow?\" The sex of the creature remained to be\nascertained, but Jon-Tom could tell it was male through his touch.\n \"I have\nno idea. I had little time to meet the entire town,\" he said sarcastically, \"but\nI doubt he's a local. This pile of floating garbage has all the earmarks of faraway\nplaces.\" She had to take his word on it at the moment, since she was hardly in\na position to stand up and see for herself. Jon-Tom corrected her.\n \"You\ncan be as dense as me when it comes to magic. All you need to do is force your\nbody to morph into a walking form. You'll still technically be what you are,\nonly in a modified form. You've done it before you know.\"\n She\nabout hit herself. The fact that she presently didn't have the limbs for it was\nthe only thing to prevent her from performing the act. \"I guess I never thought\nabout making that drastic of a change.\" With a mere thought she formed a pair\nof legs and a pair of forelimbs, leaving her tail to dwindle down to something\nless obtrusive. She modified her face to look a bit more human, managing something\nboth cute and functional. She retained her blowhole though. As she told him, \"I\ndidn't want to spoil the effect!\"\nShe looked at the half dead animal\nhe was holding. She had to chastise herself, remembering that here all animals\nwere people. But it looked pretty wild looking. If it weren't for the tattered\nclothing, she would have assumed it was some feral thing that had accidently\ngotten aboard a ship and was set to drift by the sailors. She was familiar with\nall kinds of folks here, but this species escaped her.\n \"Would you\nlike me to fix him up magically?\" \n \"No,\nnot yet. The less I do for the moment, the better I think. We had better find\nout who he is and what he's doing here. He may be nothing more than a mutinous\nsailor, or an escaped criminal. I have stabilized him for the moment. We'll\ntake him back to town and see to his needs the old fashioned way until we know\nmore.\"\n \"OK!\" \nBefore he could caution her, they\nwere spontaneously back in town. He fought down the urge to protest. She meant\nwell, and under similar conditions he would have done the same. \"We need to get\nhim to Pollwac and allow the guild to see to his needs. And before you protest,\nyes, you or I could fully heal him. But we know nothing about him. Until we do,\nI suggest we keep a low profile. He may have a legitimate need, or he may\nsimply be trouble. Until I can ascertain which, we do nothing overt.\"\nShe twisted up her new face as best\nas she was able. \"Why don't you just check his mind? Or for that matter, I could!\"\n\"Yes we could. But unless you'd\nlike me to do the same to you, I say we leave him be.\"\n She\npuffed up. \"I don't care; I have nothing to hide!\" \n He got\na rather evil looking smile on his face. \"You don't? Well then fine. I have a\nfew questions that still need to be answered to my satisfaction. What say we\nquench my thirst for knowledge in one fell swoop?!\"\nShe looked ill. \"Let's say we did\nand don't!\""}