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Story Description: Dolphins are notoriously needy creatures. When both genders demand to be satisfied, Greg takes the reins of arousal in his hands and puts his training to use.

***Part 8 < Current chapter > Part 10***

** ***A Dream of Dolphins: Drippy Breeding*****

Greg walked alone through the hall leading to Christina's research course. Not many people wandered about right now, after the sun settled. The few people that passed by were always taken with work or some other form of conversation.

Greg looked at his wrist. Maybe calling Christina was the right thing to do. A tentative finger moved towards the metal bracelet, almost touching it before a short sigh saw Greg adopting the same casual pose. What if Christina was busy? He didn't want to disturb her with menial questions, so he just continued to keep walking and keep rolling scenario after scenario through his mind until he got to the right place.

Greg knocked on the door, mostly due to habit than anything else.

“Aaand, it's open," Christina's voice came right after the metal lock opened with an audible click.

“Thanks," Greg walked inside.

The overhead lights were turned on, making the pool glisten with a plethora of shifting reflections. Greg's eyes couldn't take that for long. He shifted towards the edge of the pool, where Christina rubbed and tickled her two dolphins.

“Playing? Is that what we have on course for tonight?"

“I wish. Hold on," she told to the playful dolphins as they watched her crawl out of their element. “Thanks sweeties. I'll be back in a minute."

“Or two if you're still up to your usual antics."

“Not tonight," Christina shifted through her discarded clothes, then opened the zipper to a small pack that hid underneath her shirt. One hand delved inside, shifting through the bowels of the pack for a couple of seconds before emerging with a fistful of condoms.

“Are those what I think they are?" Greg walked closer.

“Yep," Christina sorted through the pile, then laid three of them flat on the ground. “That's what you're going to use today."

“How exciting," Greg sighed as he picked a translucent serpent more akin to a jellyfish than a condom. He wriggled it in the air, stirring a chuckle from Christina.

“Glad to see you took a liking to the starter."

“This flimsy thing? Oh come on, we can do better than that!" The elastic rubber stretched up and down, making waves with each rippling motion.

“It's really good. There's lubrication and ridges inside that are going to make your male burst with delight. After that, you're going to strap on the tipless one over the male's cock and stimulate him with your hand, then use that big black to do pretty much the same thing. How does it sound?"

Greg blinked a couple of times. “Confusing. Can you go over it again?"

She made a wry face for a moment. To Greg, that was the exact clue he needed.

“You're in a hurry, aren't you?"

“A bit," Christina started dressing up. “One of my students encouraged a dolphin a bit too much and now we're all paying the price."

“Wait. Did he-“

“He took it up his ass, Greg," she said plainly, much to Greg's amazement. “Normally that shouldn't be a problem for trained males. The rectum is one of the most elastic places in your body and is more than capable of handling a dolphin, but that guy wasn't trained. Pair that with the fact that he's of feline lineage, and you get disaster."

Big cats were rather tight down there. Greg almost felt the poor guy's pain. Dolphins had quite a mean tool, and a vicious appetite after they hardened.

“How bad is it?"

“I'll have to talk to his doctor to get a full account of the situation. To be honest, the deed hurts more than physical pain. If word goes out that our trainees are actively encouraging this kind of behavior from our dolphins, then it can get really bad."

“Rapey dolphins on the loose as a headline? That kind of bad?"

She pulled up her pants, not giving as much as a smirk.

“Bad joke. Sorry."

“I'm all in favor for loving your animal like any other living being, but for fucks sake do your research first and stay away from public eye. How hard can that be?"

“Very hard to some stubborn individuals."

“Yeah. Anyway, you have the condoms, know what to do and everything. Oh and please play with them between each session. They love affection and physical appreciation far more than fishies."

“Christina?"

“What?"

“I don't…" Greg looked down, embarrassed he was still keeping her here. “I don't know what to do. Not all of it."

“Drat. I was too fast, weren't I?"

“Mhm. If you can give me two minutes of your time, I'm going to feel a lot more capable than a boy playing in the sink with his paper boats."

“Gee, I used to do that too. Talk about coincidences. Alright, let me do this properly" she dropped on the ground, her hands surrounding those three fine tools. “Today you are going to learn how to make use of these fine crafts to speed up the breeding process."

“Isn't it already fast enough?"

“Only when the female is in the mood. There's nothing worse than an arid cunt for a horny male dolphin. Rebuttal comes shortly after, but in that case they find ways to relieve themselves instead of spending hours pursuing an unwilling female."

“Makes sense," Greg agreed, pointing out towards the translucent jellyfish. “So I'm going to start with that, get the seed in, then pour it all over the female's slit, right?"

“No."

“No?" he looked up in confusion.

“What did I tell you to do with the first wave?"

“Right. Swallow it."

Christina burst into laughter.

“Gosh, I mean throw it. I'm- oh fuck that was dumb. I was thinking of juice. Orange juice. That's my favorite."

“Sure it is."

“Y-yeah! I wasn't talking about freaking dolphin cum. We're researchers for crying out loud."

“You got me with that one."

A few seconds of silence followed in which Greg arranged his rushing thoughts and Christina calmed from her mirthful ordeal.

“After you do whatever it is you do with the jelly, you pick this one," she grabbed the ring of rubbed and fit it around her wrist, moving it up and down to prove how elastic and capable it was.

“One size fits all, eh?"

“Exactly. Just make sure you also use your hand to stimulate the male. There's no ridges, barbs, or anything fancy on this little guy so most of the work has to be done by hand. Fit it around his cock, massage his slit, stimulate his shaft, but make sure he's deep enough inside the female to inseminate her. That's the end goal of this baby, alright?"

Greg nodded a couple of times. It was easy. He did that before. “What's the last one for?"

“Oh, you're going to love this badass," Christina unrolled the tipless condom so she could grab the big black, which looked more like a sheath or a rubber support rather than a condom.

“We're calling this The Demoralizer, because it works a number on every poor male." She poked and pulled at the tough material. Nothing went through, not even the vibrations of her blows. “It's thick enough to ensure complete protection against heat, lubrication, friction, or any sort of stimulation you can think of."

“Then why the hell are we using it?" Greg held his hands out. “I'm not a dolphin, but I can say right off the bat that looks more like something you'd find in a dominatrix's dungeon or some kinky crap like that."

“Funny, but no. It has another purpose."

“Humor me then. Tell me how that ugly rubber sheath is good for breeding."

Christina paired two fingers and started thrusting in and out.

“That looks silly."

“What am I doing?"

“Tendon aches, sore fingers, and wasting your time."

“Wrong. Try again."

Greg squinted his eyes. “I'm serious. We have better things to do than play games."

“Gah, fine. I'll just be blunt then. When they're worked up, males thrust. When they thrust, seed builds up. When seed builds up, it shoots harder, quicker, and in greater quantities. That's what this ugly little monster does."

Christina dropped the condom right into Greg's hand. “I can't believe I had to spell that out for you."

“I'm sorry. Truly. I just failed to grasp the-“

“Never mind. Any other questions?"

“Erm, no. Not for the time being. Thanks."

Christina picked up and left. She seemed to be annoyed by something, or someone. Greg pondered on that for a minute, then realized he was just the catalyst for other, bigger concerns.

“Whatever," he turned back towards the pool. “I have my own worries to deal with."

One by one, his clothes flew through the air. Greg dived in buck naked, splashing through the water's surface with elegance only reserved for the sons and daughters of the open seas. Water felt like a second home to Greg. His muscular tail propelled him through the water, and his webbed toes gave him the edge he needed to compete with the two playful dolphins.

Greg slid underneath the female. She slapped her tail hard, almost catching his legs. With a quick swerve, he avoided the hit, though he wasn't out of the woods yet. The male came at him from below, aiming that long snout straight at his belly. Greg slowed down in order to push him away with his hands, but the witty dolphin sneaked out of his reach, and what previously seemed like a tickling session took an abrupt turn as the dolphin swiped Greg's tail aside to push his snout straight between his buttocks.

The otter's dark eyes widened. He banked to the left, turning alongside the pool's wall. The sharp maneuver almost earned him an impact with the marble wall, but Greg's agility saved him in the nick of time. For a moment, he felt the dolphin's snout detach…only to ram back in a second later. He really wasn't one to give up. Every kick gave him an obvious opening. With the otter greatest weakness revealed, the male nudged Greg right where it counted.

Greg squeezed his eyes shut. Water bubbles drifted out of his mouth, climbing towards the female's white belly. She swam along the surface without a care in the world. When the bubbles reached her, she delved towards Greg, offering him her dorsal fin along with an encouraging nuzzle.

Greg quickly took advantage of her offer. They both pushed their tails hard, and the water rippled with the strength of their combined efforts. Three tours of the basin were enough to demoralize the feisty male. He remained in the depths of the pool, watching Greg and his female have all the fun. Greg felt no pity. The bastard deserved a small punishment for his unreasonable behavior. He let go of the female's fin, thanking her with a quick kiss on her snout before allowing her to retreat to her mate. She rubbed along one side, then followed with the other, prodding and poking her mate until he broke out of his aloof state.

Greg smiled. His blood heated with affection at the sight of the two dolphins swimming alongside each other. They cut through the water with such grace. For a few moments, he pondered on the fate of these dolphins. This facility was made for them. Food was plentiful, the staff helpful and nice, and the pools weren't that small to begin with! Wasn't it the perfect life? To slide through the water without a care in the world? To eat and breed to your heart's liking?

Maybe it was an ideal life, but Greg wasn't a part of it. He was still an unemployed otter with a dubious future. After a couple of days, all of this would be over. He would be back to his ordinary life of actions and reactions, an endless cycle of monotony that never bent according to his desires.

Greg closed his eyes. It wasn't worth to think of such dark tidings. He was given a chance to change. To do something that, in a way, affected the balance of the world. Was he going to be the looser from the disheveled apartment? Or was he going to do what Christina entrusted him to?

He knew the answer long before he opened his eyes back to the present. He dived back to the surface to snatch the jellyfish condom right from its resting place.

“Alright," Greg turned back to the dolphins, wriggling the elastic rubber around the air. “Who's ready to have his seed taken?"

Excited whistles blew out of the male's cackling maw. He rolled onto his back so that his slit kissed the water's surface. Then, with quick, determined thrusts, he kept pushing himself in and out through the water's surface to work out his member from the shifting depths of his slit.

Greg's mouth hung open. He expected dolphins to be excited about the collection procedure, but this male –this horny bastard that stuck his snout into his ass- was trying to do the job all by himself. Well, mostly. His companion nosed around his slit a few times, then adopted the same position, splashing her flippers and looking at Greg expectantly.

“Oh my," he scratched the back of his neck for a moment. “I'm gonna have to do you both, aren't I?"

Both dolphins flung their tails at once, sending a storm of water towards the defenseless otter. Greg took it like a man, stoic an unyielding. A bit of water never unmanned him. It was what followed that gave him trepidations. A single peek at the female's bare slit was enough to sent a tingle of pleasure through his crotch.

“Oh no," Greg slammed a hand into his crotch, pushing his sheath and balls as further back as he could. “No no no fuck no!"

He was growing. Throbbing. Sliding out. Within seconds, his wet cock slithered between his fingers, drawing out a curt sigh from the otter's neck as his fingers encroached upon it.

“Too…too good…" Greg retreated. “I'm gonna…yeah, just gonna focus on you two. I'll take care of my problem later."

He crawled back into the water, pleased that the two dolphins weren't giving him a hard time with such a glaring erection. Greg rubbed them both. He slid his hands along their necks, down their flippers, all the way to their wet, sensitive slits. The male earned a rubber over his crooked cock, while the female required a more invasive approach. She was sensitive and overly eager to be mated, and the teasing touch of a few fingers barely stimulated her. She thrust into Greg's hand, squelching rudely against his touch, her slit begging to be taken.

“Ghh…it can't be helped," Greg said before he sunk his hand inside her flesh.

She immediately seized up, trembling with elation at the copious amounts of stimulation that pierced into her flesh. Greg was bigger than any dolphin. Slower. And several times more arousing. A dolphin's cock couldn't scratch her insides the same way Greg did with the pads of his fingers. His cock was stiff and brutal, whereas a hand slid in ever so slowly. By the time Greg passed through the sturdy wall meant to keep a male's seed inside, the dolphin already started convulsing, preparing for her first intense orgasm.

“Gosh…" he gritted his teeth. “It's coming. Fuck, she's gonna cum. She's gonna cum before you…" he whispered to the male as he increased the strength of his grip.

He wanted them both to cum at the same time. Sensing two different orgasms raging around him was bound to be an exhilarating experience. Yet for that Greg needed to cut through foreplay, games, and whatever delays got between a male and his ejaculation. He needed him to cum strong and fast. Only a single technique could meet such exquisite demands.

Greg formed a ring with his thumb while his other fingers wrapped around the male's length. He kept his pinky down, firmly pressed into the dolphin's slit. The next time the male thrust, he started stroking his cock. The translucent rubber quivered like a female ready to unload her first climax. Tens of nubs rubbed up and down along the male's length, offering him pleasures that could never be found in nature.

Squelch.

Schhlllc.

Phlic.

The wet sounds of arousal rolled one after the other, fueled by the dolphin's throbs, enflamed by the copious amounts of fluids dripping along the sides of his slit. Greg knew he was spitting his precum. He felt the reckless throbs as his own, pounding endlessly against his crotch, demanding his seed to be unleashed out of its prison.

He gritted his teeth. His own pleasure was irrelevant. His desires null and void. More than releasing his own burden, he wanted to see these two break loose together.

So he kept stroking the rock hard flesh throbbing inside his grip, scratching the sensitive flesh of his slit with his pinky, tightening his thumb more and more around the tip of a cock that ceaselessly attacked the condom's tip with strings of precum.

The male was drawing close. Greg felt it in the contractions reverberating beneath his belly. Sensed it in the intense pulsations erupting through his cock. A few more throbs now, and his seed would fill that condom with ridiculous amounts of fertile seed.

One throb.

His pinky speared into the edge of the dolphin's slit, burying under layers of shifting muscles.

Two throbs.

Greg flexed his two available fingers, allowing the male a moment of relief.

Three throbs.

His cock froze stiffer than ice. All contractions ceased, replaced by ominous shivers.

He was ready.

Greg gripped the dolphin's tip as hard as he could. His index finger came around hard, obliterating any available space while his other fingers trapped the dolphin as hard as any climaxing female.

The condom squelched. Precum shifted inside the rubber. With no space available, it traveled up, forming a small bubble at the head. That was all that stood between the dolphin's cock and the seed that was about to follow. One thin, translucent line that was about to bloat wider than ever.

Greg hoped it would last. He pushed his hand deep inside the female, flaring his fingers like a blooming flower. Her sensitive insides shuddered helplessly as Greg prodded them from the inside. He tickled the flesh, spreading lines of gooey arousal everywhere he reached. The female tried to grasp him, to prolong the pleasure for more than a couple of seconds, but she had no chance at resisting the barraging waves of stimulation that rippled inside her most sensitive of places.

She surged with orgasmic might, then spasmed. At the same time the male's member bloated with humongous strain. He thrust up one last time, forcing Greg to increase the strength of his grip. A sharp wave of cum shot into the condom. The tip lengthened like an arrow. Greg's fingers ached with searing pain, yet he kept them firmly closed to hold the rubber in place. Barraging waves followed, each straining the condom more than the last. The load became increasingly cloudier, and the condom bigger and fatter. The male was pouring himself out with unmatched gusto, trying to empty himself of all his lust while his female did the opposite. She unleashed her hot essence in short, spurting waves that cascaded along with Greg's hand before spurting and dribbling down her spasming slit. A hot, fertile miasma filled the air that made Greg's instincts burn with unspent lust. He wished it was his cock that was inside the female, that his seed was breaking loose inside the condom rather than the dolphin's.

With each pounding spasm, each throbbing embrace around both of his hands, Greg's desire to cum climbed in the same manner as his heartbeats. He looked to his left hand, hungrily eaten by the female, then to his right, rudely tested by wild surges of erupting cum. Though his balls yearned to unload their essence, Greg was pleased in one regard. He did manage to make both of the dolphins reach their peaks almost at the same time.

The female finished first. She willingly withdrew herself, allowing Greg to slide out with a very wet, messy sound.

“Nghhh…" he gritted his jaws with lust. To taste or not to taste? The desire was overwhelming. He plastered a line of juices over the male's snout, then suckled on his fingers on by one, delighting in the sweet taste of a female's fresh climax.

“Chh…it's so good," Greg said between licks. It tasted like a very diluted version of honey, fueling his arousal more than his hunger. “You're almost done too. Come on boy. Just a couple more spurts…"

The dolphin was surely taking his time. He must have loved the feel of his own hot seed bathing the entirety of his member. Greg's fingers ached something fierce. He supported his grip with his other hand, allowing the male to give out his last reserves.

A sigh of relief escaped him. “That should be all. Hold still now. I have to…agh…work this thing off you."

The condom wasn't easy to remove. Its size almost doubled. Greg carefully worked around the base. He wasn't willing to spill a single drop of that precious fluid.

Thankfully, the male was nothing but patient. His snout rubbed up and down along Greg's side, his flippers trembling with delight. Greg peeked over his shoulder to see the dolphin relaxing in the water. He radiated with delight. What male wouldn't after pouring himself into such a delightful condom?

Greg slowly rolled the condom up. When he approached the tip, he just squeezed it hard and wrenched it in a single shove. The contents slumped down heavily, dragging his weakened arm dangerously close to the water.

Greg's eyes widened. He was going to drop it.

“F-fuck!"

Something slid underneath the water. In less than a heartbeat, the female poked her snout out, stabilizing Greg's faltering arm.

“Gah. Thanks…" he smiled as the heavy condom jiggled within his grip. “I owe you one."

She poked the full condom. Greg wondered what she possibly wanted with the male's seed until the female nudged it again.

“Inside you? You want this inside?"

She slapped her head against the water.

“No? What then?"

She opened her mouth, revealing rows of sharp teeth.

“You pervy little phin! You want to taste it, don't you?"

A loud whistle almost deafened his ears. The male joined in too, looking with the same interest at the condom. Great. Now he had two freeloaders to share his spoils with.

“Alright you wankers. I'll give you a bit, but I'll get the first taste."

He gripped the condom with his teeth, then slowly raised it until a constant stream was sliding under his tongue. Greg closed his eyes. To taste that rich fragrance was everything he wanted. He swirled the mixture around his mouth to taste every bit of its unique taste before swallowing.

“Mhaaah…" a long moan coursed through him. Drinking a male's seed seconds after it was ejaculated felt like no other experience. Semen was precious and rare. Sure, dolphins produced ridiculous quantities if harvested properly, but Greg could never have quite enough of their cum. Once he downed three small gulps, he poured the essence of life along each dolphin's snout, then smiled as they clamped their mouths and tried to find out the reason why Greg was so enthralled with that particular product.

“No use in trying, sweeties. You're providers. Can't get high on your own supply."

He poured a bit more, then slurped the rest of the contents. “Alright, that's all. What do you want to do next?"

The two of them slapped the water with their tails, slowly advancing upon Greg until he found himself backed into a corner.

“H-hey. I held my end of the bargain!"

He didn't, and they knew it. That last sip was a dirty cheating move on his part.

** ***End of Chapter 9*****

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