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The pool was quiet. The water still. The fluorescents overhead hummed loudly in the stillness. It was early morning on a Sunday. A perfect time for Michael’s swim. He hated crowds. He generally despised people in general, but definitely in a large crowd. The young man had just graduated high school the day previous and was looking to get in one last swim before the long drive out west to go to college. He’d actually set himself up with summer classes on purpose, hoping to not have as many people in the classes that he’d have to deal with. He looked at the serenity he’d walked into. The quiet, stillness of the water called to him as he walked into the open area of the pool room.

His dark hair had always been kept short. Mostly out of convenience, but as he’d come to love swimming these early mornings. It became something he was rather happy of. It took so much less time to shower and leave when he didn’t have to wait for his hair to dry. He couldn’t believe he was done with the hellhole known as West Haleston High. His bullies and tormentors no longer able to bother him. His few friends would be kept up with through the wonders of social media. His teachers could go fuck themselves for all he cared. He was just happy to no longer have to enter that building ever again.

He slid himself into the slightly warm water. These indoor pools were always slightly lukewarm. It was something he enjoyed. He didn’t like to have to acclimate his body to cold water. He started with a lazy breath-stroke, enjoying the feel of the water going over his body. He swam over to the divider for the lap area. He looked down at his watch and changed it to the lap timer function. Pressing the button that would let his super fancy watch give him a five second countdown, he got himself ready. When the alarm went off he pushed off the pool wall and started going down the length of the pool. His crawl perfect. He looked like an Olympic level swimmer. It was one of the few things about his high school career that he was truly proud of. His swimming career had gotten him a letter. He’d been able to reach the podium at most of the competitions and he’d gotten his scholarship to swim for the school.

As he swam, he was able to think. It was calming, meditative, even. He was thinking about moving away from his hometown. It wasn’t that he held any great love for the city. It was just that he’d so rarely been outside of it. Let alone been outside the state. Now he was going to be going to California. He’d heard some interesting things about the college he was attending. Especially the swim team he was about to join. They were some of the top-rated swimmers in the country. At least three of them were being scouted by the U.S. Olympic Swim Team and that was a well-known fact. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to compete with someone of that level of talent, but he was sure as hell going to try.

As he made his final lap he heard the distinct sound of other people in the water. It was too early for anyone to be in the pool. He’d been there every weekend since the spring semester had started. Sunday didn’t get busy until midafternoon. It was barely midmorning. Who the heck was bothering him during his weekend morning ritual? He paused midway through the pool to look over.

What he saw took his breath away. Six anthros were in the water. He’d heard rumors about these people who underwent a transformative process to become creatures which resembled animals with a human form. The anthros that were in the pool were all dolphins. All male, based on their musculature and the timber of their voices. As far as he could tell they were wearing only a skin-tight speedo. One of the six—a light grey color to his skin—blew a raspberry through his blow hole. It caused a fine mist to spray into the air. The early morning sun created a rainbow through the water droplets suspended in the air. He was beautiful. He had a perfect swimmers’ build. He was lithe without looking skinny. Muscular without looking bulky.

To say he was mesmerized would be to undercut the way he felt at that moment. The others in the group were of varying species, but they were all cetaceans. Specifically, dolphins and porpoises. He looked like a bottle-nose. They were all speaking in a language of clicks, chirps and whistles.

They all looked over at him after a second. The bottlenose had what looked like a smirk on his muzzle. He called over, “Y’see something ya like?”

Michael blushed fiercely. He’d been caught staring at another guy. He didn’t consider himself gay. And he certainly hadn’t been in the past, but just the pure fact that this person was so foreign so exotic had caused him to stare. “N… no. S… sorry, never seen an anthro before.” He stuttered.

The dolphin gave a chuckle. “Uhuh… Sure. That’s what they all say.” He dropped down into the water, gliding effortlessly through the pool water. He created such a little amount of wake as to seem like a ghost.

The next thing Michael knew he was pulled under. He barely had the chance to grab a breath of air before the water consumed him. That was when he felt his Speedo violently torn from his hips. And something squirming slithered between his ass cheeks. It squirmed between them before finding his rosebud. The dolphin gave no warning before penetrating him deeply. It was an instant before he felt the dolphin’s groin pressed to his ass. And it never really moved. Instead he felt the dolphin’s length squirming within his depths. It was doing a rather good job of prodding his prostate and it wasn’t long before he almost lost his air to a gasping moan.

The cracking sound of phinine laughter pierced his submerged ears as the dolphin’s movements inside him increased seemingly a thousand-fold. So much was the stimulation that he truly did lose his breath. Nearly drowning as he tried to regain himself. The dolphin seemed to notice and they breeched the surface. Gasping for air while having a prehensile penis shoved up one’s rear was certainly not easy, but Michael had a feeling that he’d need the air and so in between gasping moans he gulped mouthfuls of air.

“You really are just a giant cock slut, aren’t you?” the dolphin whispered in his ear, pressing the tip of his penis hard on his prostate. Betraying him, his body was overwhelmed with pleasure as Michael came. His jets lancing through the air in powerful streams. He’d never came so hard in his life. Chuckling the bottlenose whispered, “I’ll take that as a yes.” Before submerging them both again and continuing his assault of the poor human’s prostate.

For Michael, it made his orgasm—unwanted though it was—last for that much longer. It was as if the high of afterglow never ended with the dolphin’s ministrations. As if knowing, the dolphin bull increased the undulations of his cock tip on his pleasure button to the point that Michael almost passed out from the pleasure. Yet, he could feel the dolphin’s ministrations becoming more and more erratic. The dolphin was getting close, himself. As if to hammer that point home, the male grabbed hold of Michael in a very secure grip.

Michael felt a sharp jolt in his bowels. It felt like someone just sprayed him with a very high-pressure super soaker in his anus. The damned cetacean never stopped his onslaught on the poor human’s prostate. And as his innards were filled to the brim with dolphin spunk, he felt himself fall over the crest of pleasure once more and tumble into another orgasm. His cum lanced out into the water and dissolved quickly. Clouds of white floated off into the distance, as Michael felt his form lifted.

When he breached the surface, he took a gasping breath and then another. He arose to the sounds of phinine laughter coming from the gallery of onlookers. The dolphin that had just taken him rose behind him and turned him around into a kiss. Awkward though it was—the phinine’s beak did not quite allow for a true human kiss, Michael reciprocated quickly. He’d not really been asked, there wasn’t really an explicit point in which Michael had expressed consent, but he really didn’t care at that point. He’d just had the two most powerful orgasms in his entire life.

When they came up for air they heard a discreet cough. And turned to see the pool house security guard standing there. Michael’s blush returned a thousand-fold. “Alright you two. You’ve gone and contaminated my pool. Sexy as that was, I am going to have to kick you out. And your posse, too, Vick.”

“Right-o, Don. We’ll get the boy here home, safe and sound.” Vick said with a chuckle.

“Vick?”

The phinine looked down at him and held out his hand, “Short for Victor.”

“Michael. You can call me Mikey.”

“Got an orange mask in there you’re not telling us about Mikey?”

The human chuckled. “C’mon. We can shower at my place.”

“My entire crew?”

“Are they all coming?” his question was followed by an animated series of the strange dolphin language he’d heard from them before.

“They aren’t coming with. Leave me to my ‘conquest’.”

The two got out of the pool and each grabbed their towels, wrapped them around their waists, and headed from the poolroom to the locker room. Grabbing their stuff, they headed out from the pool house and the cetacean man said, “Wait here.”

Michael waited for a couple of minutes before a sleek black convertible pulled up. Two crossed racing flags one with the checkers everyone is familiar with and the other had a fleur-de-lis and the Chevy logo done in a brilliant gold, identified it as a Corvette. The effigy on the front fender of a stingray and the angular nature of the car spoke of its being a Stingray, C7 Corvette. Michael just dropped his jaw, almost comically.

“Get in. And stop gaping. Your making me hungry.”

The human tilted his head, “Huh?”

“You look like a grouper with your mouth open like that.”

“Oh…OH. I get it.” The human hopped in the beautiful car with his bag at his feet and he was quickly whisked away from the swim-house.