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Description: The incident in the pools cut deeper than Greg anticipated. When he returns to his job to find his dolphins drugged, he takes drastic measures to see them protected from his coworker's senseless rage.

***Part 3 < Current chapter > Part 5***

A Dream of Dolphins: First Taste

The next day he arrived at work, Greg had a slight heart attack. Both of the dolphins were out of their tanks, laying on crude fishing nets suspended above the water by makeshift supports.

“What the hell did you do?" He pointed an accusatory finger at the person responsible for this mess.

“Made your job easier," Svetlana shrugged, careless as ever. “C'mon, we have work to do."

“No. That doesn't answer my question. What the hell did you do, Sveta?" He walked towards her. “What the hell did you do?"

“Gee, can you lower that bitch voice a little? You're giving me a headache."

“Better than a heart attack," Greg walked around the dolphins while Svetlana sipped from her Colonel Black coffee.

She was careless. Stupid. Dumb. But Greg never expected her to endanger the lives of the dolphin. They weren't even properly moistened. If they remained out in the sun like this, they would've died within hours.

“This is shoddy work," Greg said after he touched the male's arid flipper.

“That's not my fault."

“Whose, then?" Greg walked closer to her. “Who put you up to this? Who agreed to this…torture?"

“I did, after you fucked my ass with that stupid deadline of yours. We've got limited time. We have to work," Svetlana made all kinds of faces as she failed to imitate a male's voice. “There's your work, pal. It's waiting for you right there, but nooo, you'd rather talk big instead of getting the fucking job done."

Her words were venom spewed from a selfish mouth. Greg didn't even bother to reply. He turned back towards the dolphins, took off his shirt, and used the cloth to wipe clean water along their hides. At least nobody touched them around the sensitive parts. Eyes looked alright, the muscles were a bit too relaxed, and the reflexes dulled. Greg poked the female a couple of times. She failed to respond even to the harder of prods.

“Did you drug them?"

“Tranquilizers. And before you ask, yes, they were approved by whatever animal association."

“Freaking hell…" Greg sighed, focusing on moistening the dolphins. His strokes were long and quick, akin to the temper flaring inside his tensing body.

“You shouldn't complain," Svetlana said. “It was a living hell getting them up there in their lively state. Mindless beasts are smarter than these two. They would've killed themselves trying to escape."

“Didn't you ever think that maybe their instincts are right? That you shouldn't have brutally taken them out of their element and force them to play by our rules?"

“I don't give a fuck, remember?" Svetlana said with an impassive face. “Hurry up. Do whatever shit you need to do. Those drugs don't last forever."

Greg put his anger to use, sliding along the female's belly, checking her slit briefly before going over to the male. He was equally dazed by the enfeebling effect of the drug.

“It's alright," Greg patted his flipper. “You're gonna be fine, buddy. I just need a small sample of your seed. Can you do that for me? Can you focus hard enough to spill a couple of drops into my hand?"

He got no answer, not even a twitch. Damn Svetlana and her cruelty. If he only had a couple more days, Greg knew he could have earned the benevolence of both dolphins. He needed more time, and right now, the odds were stacked against him.

“Alright," he moved towards the male's slit. “I'll do our job, partner," he said drily. “Do you have a condom at least? Something we can use to store his seed?"

Svetlana searched through her pocket, pulling the plastic wrap of a cigar pack.

“You're fucking kidding me."

“It's the only thing I have," she threw it towards Greg. “Use it, or leave it in the dust. It's all the same to me."

Greg crawled over to pick it up. Something was better than nothing. He then moved towards the male's slit to touch and prod around his entrance. He seemed unusually warm. Greg slowly pried his walls apart. Sticky blobs formed in between, cloudy and thick, dribbling as soon as the flesh was parted. A fetid smell of rancid fish rushed into his nostrils, making him choke and gag.

“What the…? Ghah, the hell happened there? Why's he…ghloah khaah," he turned around, coughing in revulsion.

“Tom used the glove."

“Tom?" Greg looked up, his eyes flooded with moisture. “Fat Tom? That incompetent wretch?"

“Yah. He owed me a favor, and I took advantage of it."

“But…but why?" Greg struggled to stand up on his feet. “Why would you get Tom? Why…why couldn't you wait for me?"

“Because I want to be done with this shit. I don't want to see that rapist's face. I don't even want to hear him anymore. He needs to go as quick as possible, and if he does it in a body bag, then so be it. At least he'll be out of my fucking life."

Greg couldn't believe what he was hearing. He shook his head, blinked, tried to wake up from this strange dream, but Svetlana stood right in front of him, with her hands crossed in an arrogant posture and her lips pursed so tightly they looked like a dehydrated worm.

“Get to work, Greg."

He washed the dolphin's insides with water before he even thought about using that stupid glove again. He wasn't ready to give his seed. Greg wanted to slap Svetlana as hard as he could instead of using the electricity on the male.

Yet that would earn him nothing. He would be fired. Worse than that, the dolphins would remain in Svetlana's care, and she would contribute to their demise without the shade of a doubt.

Greg put the glove on and fired it up on the dolphin's slit. The male's muscles quivered underneath. His tail started jerking, his flippers shuddered. Greg expected his cock to push out anytime now.

A slim dribble of milky seed gushed out instead.

“Collect it!" Svetlana ordered him.

“It's too soon. Let him cum on his own."

“It's leaking, you retard. Just take it!"

Greg waited.

“Take it you fucking-“

“Shut up!" he slapped her leg so hard she stumbled and fell on her butt, spilling the remains of coffee all over her pretty shirt.

“Shut the hell up! I'm not hurting him. Let that sink through your thick skull."

“Asshole," Svetlana muttered. “You're going to drag us both down. We're going to get fired because of you!"

“A fate I'll gladly embrace if that gets your careless, selfish ass away from these dolphins."

Something snapped inside Svetlana. Greg thought she wanted to take the glove, but instead she kicked his gut and punched his head, sending him to the floor in a matter of seconds.

“I won't fall with you," Svetlana plunged her hand inside the male's slit. “Dolphins. Dolphins. You call me selfish when all you care about are these creatures, these beasts! Try to stop me now, you stupid cunt. Come on. Stop me from abusing your boyfriend!"

Greg tried to push away the pain that took hold of his senses, but every breath he took was agony. His muscles refused to cooperate. His limbs were useless. All he could do was to watch Svetlana's arm as she jerked and twisted twisted inside the dolphin, her determined grunts mixing in with the hefty squelches erupting from the seed coated flesh.

“Ghhm..." she groaned, pulling her arm back with all her might. “Come on…come on, you stubborn bastard!"

With a wet, painful sound, she managed to get the male's tip out of his shelter. It didn't look right, too pale and tiny to be forced out so prematurely.

Svetlana didn't give two craps about the male's comfort. She grabbed his cock from within, jerking her hand up and down, twisting and scratching until frustrations got the better of her.

“Fuuuck. He's limper than my ex. Why don't you cum, you fucking bastard?" she launched a punch against his slit. “Cum! Cum already!"

“Stop. Please stop…"

“Who asked you?" a second kick drew the breath out of his lungs. “I'm doing my job. Disagree with my methods? Just get up and stop me!"

Greg found the strength to do that after a few minutes of visual torture. He blocked Svetlana's third kick, then sent her off balance with a well timed shove. She fell on her back, weak and exposed. Greg placed his elbow right on her slimy neck.

“You're going to stop this madness, or I'm going to hurt you, understand?"

“Y-yes…" she gasped. “I'll…leave. I'll leave."

“Good," Greg pulled back. “Stay the fuck away from these dolphins. They're not your property!"

“They're Andy's. And he's gonna swallow us whole if we can't take that fucker's cum out! Tell me he's important to you. Tell me a beast's comfort is more important than you future!"

Greg turned his head away from her. “I no longer have a future. It died when I got dropped out of highschool. It died with my father, who put my mother into the ground so he could run with another woman."

“That's your problem. Not mine. Never mine."

“Just get the fuck out of here."

She didn't. Not yet, at least. Greg allowed her a few minutes to recover. He needed a bit of time too, with his stomach convulsing every time he breathed. When he felt a bit steadier, he got on his legs to wet the dolphins a second time.

“There's another way," Svetlana said.

“We're not abusing them. Not again. Never again."

“Research," she continued. “You're good at swimming, right?"

“I was one of the best, back in the days. Almost won the district cup before…"

“I don't give a shite, dude. I'm saying that I have a contact inside Sapphire City. A lead researcher that can get you in."

“How convenient," Greg turned towards her. “Why couldn't you tell me of this contact before? How did she materialize into your thoughts when your ass is on the line?"

“It's a last resort thing you fucking retard. That bitch will own me for months, but I don't have the time nor the nerves to care right now. Will you listen for a minute now? I know a way where you get your fucking dolphins and I get my fucking break."

Greg agreed. “Tell me. And make it short. I want to get these two back in the water as soon as possible."

Svetlana licked her lips, massaged her throat, tidied her hair, then she finally spoke. “She's my friend. I knew her since childhood. Prestigious cunt always managed to get ahead of me at everything. Long story short, she went to shine with the stars, I dropped into this festering pit, and now I'm here offering this deal to you. It's an internship program. Usually there's a test to separate weeds from the chaff. Whatever. Thing is, this bitch can get you in."

“It can't be that easy."

“It is. I checked it more times than you masturbated in the last month."

“Then why are you here? Why give this sweet deal to me instead of-“

“I'm lazy, dude. There's no way I'll fit in their program, physically and mentally. Those rules don't apply to you. Otters are like the holy grail of aquatic institutions. You'll fit."

“Alright. Let's say I pass this entry barrier. What do I need to do after that?"

Svetlana shrugged. “I don't know."

“You don't know?"

“Don't fucking patronize me. I accepted my reality. I can't go in, I don't research. Do your own homework."

“Ok, ok. I'll do whatever they need. What after?"

“You come back to us with inside knowledge. Those guys know everything: how to breed dolphins, how to stimulate them, how to train them. They are the cream of the society, and you are going to learn their dirty tricks and apply them on these suckers," she waved at the comatose dolphins.

Greg gritted his jaws. All that hassle for what? To keep Svetlana's rage in check? It wasn't worth it, because her plan would fail. Sapphire City was one of the most prestigious facilities in the country. What chances did a bum like him have in a place like that? Zero. None.

“I'll do it," he said. “And you'll keep away from these dolphins. Tell Andy about your grand plan, lie to him, fuck him. This time, I'm the one who doesn't give a crap. Make it work."

“It'll be easy. Knowing that materialistic douche, he'll be creaming his pants once he hears I got an inside man. You're going to raise this place higher than I did to that dolphin's cock."

“Hah hah. Very funny.'

“It was supposed to be. We done here?"

“Only after the dolphins are safely returned in the water."

Svetlana grimaced. “You really care for these fucks."

“If you had a pet, you'd understand. But you, my dear Sveta, don't even have a heart," Greg walked right past her.

“I hate you," she said from behind, softly and sullenly.

Maybe she had a heart, but it was cold and dark, just like her stupid hair.

***End of Part 4***

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