Angie
Part 5
Story by Mr. K aka ‘delphinic’
Then, like the scar on her chest, a miracle happened.
Angie squirmed a bit, as if shaking off the dry land. Then her blowhole peeped open and she seemed to gasp for air. Finally, her beady black eyes unclenched and I felt her body rise in temperature. She sat there, letting the salt water dampen her skin as she gasped for air. I felt a great deal of relief well up in me, causing my legs to buckle slightly. She was alive, and regaining her strength. I held her with my hand holding her up. She began to float naturally again, and opened her eyes. She looked to the sides, seemingly confused and I doubt she remembered much of the ordeal. Then she looked up at me, and her expression changed. It became one of love and gratefulness. Angie’s vigor was returning, and soon she began to swim again, in small circles around me. She was excited that she was alive, and squealing out deep thanks to me.
I didn’t share her enthusiasm. I was too shocked at how close she came to death and how quickly her strength had returned, I just stood there, my eyes following her. Angie stopped in front of me, and then swam up. She lifted her head parallel to my body and I wrapped my hands around her, below her melon. She chattered to me and kissed me on the lips. I felt the shock wear off and it was replaced by relief.
“Angie, next time we won’t cuddle outside the tide line.” I said to her, holding her tightly.
“Breeeeeeee!” Angie made a sort of agreement, and I continued to hold her. I was catching my breath after the strain. After a few minutes, I let her go and she sunk back down.
“Was that what you were trying to tell me? That you had become beached?”
Angie’s thoughts seemed to snap back to her. Now that she was in water, she turned and flashed her dorsal fin to me. I seemed to get it now.
“You want me ride with you to the peninsula?”
“Eeeeeeaaaaa!” Angie squealed happily, since I figured out what she meant. She waved her dorsal fin at me again, but I was hesitant.
“Angie, are you sure you can pull me?” She was, after all, only slightly smaller than me. I guessed she weighed around 350 and I weighed closed to 200.But she did have some strong muscles… I couldn’t decide.
“RrrrrrEEEEEEE” She gave out a confident squeal and flashed her fin again.
I sighed and gave in, gripping my hands around her dorsal fin and holding tightly.
“Just let me know if we’re going underwater, ok?”
Angie chattered a reply and started off, long before I was ready. She started slow, but quickly increased her pace. Her streamlined body had no trouble flying through the water, but my body was only used to going through air in this speed, and I immediately lost my grip and began to sink.
With great agility, Angie zipped back toward me and nudged her head under my arm, supporting me up.
She rose to the surface, carrying me to get some air.
I caught my breath while she waited, clicking worriedly.
“I’m…ok.” I said between gasps, “I think you….started too…soon”
She sat there, her head rising out of the water, looking up at me. I eventually got my breath back and grabbed her fin again. She happily whirred and started began to swim.
I was amazed at her speed! Even with me hitching a ride, she didn’t show any signs of carrying around extra weight. Her breathing didn’t even increase and her muscles smoothly but strongly tensed and relaxed. The movements of her tail made her whole body seem to swell up, and then she would burst forward with great force. She looked up and me and trilled a bit, meaning we were going underwater. I took a gulp of air and Angie plunged beneath the clear water.
She moved faster down there than she did on the surface of the water. She cut through the dense water with no trouble at all, constantly beeping for maybe a fish or any signs of danger. I was used to her using sonar on me. When she beeped me to check if I was hanging on, I ignored the prickling feeling since I had gotten used to it. She swam near the bottom and my ears popped from the pressure and speed. My vision was blurred by the salty water so I only saw outlines and colors of fish and rocks, but just the feeling of swimming with Angie was good enough for me. I didn’t even realize that my chest was starting to hurt. I let a big air bubble escape from my lungs, and instantly Angie swam upwards. How she had sensed the bubble, I do not know, but it seemed I had underestimated her senses. We broke the surface, and I let the humid air fill my lungs. Angie listened closely find out when I had gotten all my air back. As soon as I took another deep breath, she dove below again.
The density of the water, mixed with the speed, began to make my skin hurt. I found it difficult to hang on and thought for sure I was going to let go. Then I remembered something nursing dolphins did when swimming with their mothers. They tucked themselves under the parent so they could break the water, making less resistance on the calf. So, with my hands still hanging dearly on the dorsal fin of Angie, I tucked myself below her. She seemed to take no notice, but I found it was easier to hang on. It was like tucking in your hand after having it out of the window of a speeding car. My whole body felt less resisted and a lot more comfortable.
We sped on, Angie swimming at break-neck speed, and I tucked under her, holding all the air I had in the best I could. Finally, she slowed down and broke the surface. As soon as the trip had begun, it was over. The dark rocks came into view, rising from the ocean floor like giants. Angie turned herself and my hands slid off of her dorsal fin. I climbed onto the rocks, my chest heavy and my body lined with salt. I lay on my back, trying my best to catch my breath. Angie swam up to me and nudged my hand. Without looking, I reached down and started to stroke her. I was still overcoming the experience of swimming with a dolphin. Angie, however, seemed casual about it and didn’t show any signs of being tired or out of breath after carrying me. She had turned slightly on her side, so now I was rubbing her behind her pectoral fin. I had caught my breath and looked down at her. By now, she was on her back. I kept petting her, but I constantly stared at her pussy. She wasn’t aroused currently, but I found myself wishing she were. Over the time we were apart, I began to accept her for wanting to have sex with me. She loved me, I loved her, wasn’t sex another part of love? Angie became aware of me staring at her cunt and she suddenly began to turn pink, obliging to my ‘desire’. I let my instinct kick in, and I too became aroused. I stopped petting her and moved my hand instantly to her pussy lips. Excited and now a dark pink, Angie tried to thrust my fingers into her vagina. Something stopped me, like I had regained my thoughts after being in a trance. I let my hands hover above her hot cunt, Angie bumping her lips against my palm. They were hot like fire.
I felt guilty about stopping, and let my hands rest on her steamy skin. I could feel her tough, swollen lips quiver as I touched her. Her lubricant liquid began to flow out of her, and she waited with anticipation for me to begin. Just like how I always pet her, I raised up my fingers so only the very tips touched, and began to move back and forth over her slit. She squealed happily, glad that I had agreed to have this sort of bond with her, and thrust her pelvis hard into my hand.
I stopped stroking her cunt, making Angie squeak loudly, shocked and confused at why I had ended the little game. I caressed her belly with my other hand, trying to calm the agitated dolphin down.
“I’m sorry, Angie. I can’t do it yet. I’m not ready, but I’m close, and I promise you I will.”
Angie, saddened and disappointed, turned over to look at me. If she were human, I guess she would have been blinking away tears. Her eyes were sad but understanding. I felt her heart sink with mine, both knowing what we wanted, but I didn’t have the courage to give in. I kissed her lovingly on her rostrum.
“I’m sorry, girl.”
Angie backed off a bit and submerged her head underwater, trying to mask her disappointment. This made me once again angry with myself. ‘Now look,’ I thought, ‘You just HAD to start in on that, didn’t you? You were in too far to stop then, and now she might leave you again. Why do you have to torture her like that?’
Somehow, Angie seemed to know what I was thinking. She raised her head and began to stroke my hand with her beak. She didn’t quite like having that be interrupted, but she didn’t want me feeling that way about myself either. I noticed the pink on her underside was receding, just like the tide that almost killed her a while ago.
I smiled at her and lovingly rubbed her behind her eyes, the spot she loved to be petted near the most on her head. Her eyes began to shine again and she opened her mouth is a sort of grin. She let her tongue hang out, which I took to rubbing in no time. Angie seemed to make a snorting sound as I did this, blissfully letting me caress her tongue. Her tail would jerk and she’d trill happily now and then, but other than that, she was silent.
After a few minutes, Angie backed off from my hand. I scratched her on the top of her melon as I spoke.
“Angie, I’m sorry I yelled at you and scared you off. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forgive myself, but I hope that you can forgive me. I didn’t mean to do it. I love you, Angie, and I would never hurt you.”
“Kreeeee-EEEEEEEE.”
She whistle-squealed a reply, and kissed me on my lips. I sat back and watched her figure sink below the waves and out of sight. The sky was turning bluer, showing that noon was over and evening would begin soon. I lay back on the rocks, looking upward and feeling the emptiness begin to fill in.
Abruptly, I heard a splash. Out in the water, I saw the sleek grey figure of Angie jump into the air. I had never seen her do this before and was instantly intrigued. She seemed to turn her head towards me, tilting on her side. I saw one of her pectoral fins shake back and forth, a sort of wave. Before I had time to get this all in, she landed and swam off. I laughed through gaping jaws, amazed by the act. That was an odd way to say good-bye, but it also seemed like a thanks, for saving her life and forgiving her. I felt a great deal of contentment over what had happened that afternoon. I stood up and left the peninsula, my bond with Angie feeling stronger than ever.
Part 5
Story by Mr. K aka ‘delphinic’
Then, like the scar on her chest, a miracle happened.
Angie squirmed a bit, as if shaking off the dry land. Then her blowhole peeped open and she seemed to gasp for air. Finally, her beady black eyes unclenched and I felt her body rise in temperature. She sat there, letting the salt water dampen her skin as she gasped for air. I felt a great deal of relief well up in me, causing my legs to buckle slightly. She was alive, and regaining her strength. I held her with my hand holding her up. She began to float naturally again, and opened her eyes. She looked to the sides, seemingly confused and I doubt she remembered much of the ordeal. Then she looked up at me, and her expression changed. It became one of love and gratefulness. Angie’s vigor was returning, and soon she began to swim again, in small circles around me. She was excited that she was alive, and squealing out deep thanks to me.
I didn’t share her enthusiasm. I was too shocked at how close she came to death and how quickly her strength had returned, I just stood there, my eyes following her. Angie stopped in front of me, and then swam up. She lifted her head parallel to my body and I wrapped my hands around her, below her melon. She chattered to me and kissed me on the lips. I felt the shock wear off and it was replaced by relief.
“Angie, next time we won’t cuddle outside the tide line.” I said to her, holding her tightly.
“Breeeeeeee!” Angie made a sort of agreement, and I continued to hold her. I was catching my breath after the strain. After a few minutes, I let her go and she sunk back down.
“Was that what you were trying to tell me? That you had become beached?”
Angie’s thoughts seemed to snap back to her. Now that she was in water, she turned and flashed her dorsal fin to me. I seemed to get it now.
“You want me ride with you to the peninsula?”
“Eeeeeeaaaaa!” Angie squealed happily, since I figured out what she meant. She waved her dorsal fin at me again, but I was hesitant.
“Angie, are you sure you can pull me?” She was, after all, only slightly smaller than me. I guessed she weighed around 350 and I weighed closed to 200.But she did have some strong muscles… I couldn’t decide.
“RrrrrrEEEEEEE” She gave out a confident squeal and flashed her fin again.
I sighed and gave in, gripping my hands around her dorsal fin and holding tightly.
“Just let me know if we’re going underwater, ok?”
Angie chattered a reply and started off, long before I was ready. She started slow, but quickly increased her pace. Her streamlined body had no trouble flying through the water, but my body was only used to going through air in this speed, and I immediately lost my grip and began to sink.
With great agility, Angie zipped back toward me and nudged her head under my arm, supporting me up.
She rose to the surface, carrying me to get some air.
I caught my breath while she waited, clicking worriedly.
“I’m…ok.” I said between gasps, “I think you….started too…soon”
She sat there, her head rising out of the water, looking up at me. I eventually got my breath back and grabbed her fin again. She happily whirred and started began to swim.
I was amazed at her speed! Even with me hitching a ride, she didn’t show any signs of carrying around extra weight. Her breathing didn’t even increase and her muscles smoothly but strongly tensed and relaxed. The movements of her tail made her whole body seem to swell up, and then she would burst forward with great force. She looked up and me and trilled a bit, meaning we were going underwater. I took a gulp of air and Angie plunged beneath the clear water.
She moved faster down there than she did on the surface of the water. She cut through the dense water with no trouble at all, constantly beeping for maybe a fish or any signs of danger. I was used to her using sonar on me. When she beeped me to check if I was hanging on, I ignored the prickling feeling since I had gotten used to it. She swam near the bottom and my ears popped from the pressure and speed. My vision was blurred by the salty water so I only saw outlines and colors of fish and rocks, but just the feeling of swimming with Angie was good enough for me. I didn’t even realize that my chest was starting to hurt. I let a big air bubble escape from my lungs, and instantly Angie swam upwards. How she had sensed the bubble, I do not know, but it seemed I had underestimated her senses. We broke the surface, and I let the humid air fill my lungs. Angie listened closely find out when I had gotten all my air back. As soon as I took another deep breath, she dove below again.
The density of the water, mixed with the speed, began to make my skin hurt. I found it difficult to hang on and thought for sure I was going to let go. Then I remembered something nursing dolphins did when swimming with their mothers. They tucked themselves under the parent so they could break the water, making less resistance on the calf. So, with my hands still hanging dearly on the dorsal fin of Angie, I tucked myself below her. She seemed to take no notice, but I found it was easier to hang on. It was like tucking in your hand after having it out of the window of a speeding car. My whole body felt less resisted and a lot more comfortable.
We sped on, Angie swimming at break-neck speed, and I tucked under her, holding all the air I had in the best I could. Finally, she slowed down and broke the surface. As soon as the trip had begun, it was over. The dark rocks came into view, rising from the ocean floor like giants. Angie turned herself and my hands slid off of her dorsal fin. I climbed onto the rocks, my chest heavy and my body lined with salt. I lay on my back, trying my best to catch my breath. Angie swam up to me and nudged my hand. Without looking, I reached down and started to stroke her. I was still overcoming the experience of swimming with a dolphin. Angie, however, seemed casual about it and didn’t show any signs of being tired or out of breath after carrying me. She had turned slightly on her side, so now I was rubbing her behind her pectoral fin. I had caught my breath and looked down at her. By now, she was on her back. I kept petting her, but I constantly stared at her pussy. She wasn’t aroused currently, but I found myself wishing she were. Over the time we were apart, I began to accept her for wanting to have sex with me. She loved me, I loved her, wasn’t sex another part of love? Angie became aware of me staring at her cunt and she suddenly began to turn pink, obliging to my ‘desire’. I let my instinct kick in, and I too became aroused. I stopped petting her and moved my hand instantly to her pussy lips. Excited and now a dark pink, Angie tried to thrust my fingers into her vagina. Something stopped me, like I had regained my thoughts after being in a trance. I let my hands hover above her hot cunt, Angie bumping her lips against my palm. They were hot like fire.
I felt guilty about stopping, and let my hands rest on her steamy skin. I could feel her tough, swollen lips quiver as I touched her. Her lubricant liquid began to flow out of her, and she waited with anticipation for me to begin. Just like how I always pet her, I raised up my fingers so only the very tips touched, and began to move back and forth over her slit. She squealed happily, glad that I had agreed to have this sort of bond with her, and thrust her pelvis hard into my hand.
I stopped stroking her cunt, making Angie squeak loudly, shocked and confused at why I had ended the little game. I caressed her belly with my other hand, trying to calm the agitated dolphin down.
“I’m sorry, Angie. I can’t do it yet. I’m not ready, but I’m close, and I promise you I will.”
Angie, saddened and disappointed, turned over to look at me. If she were human, I guess she would have been blinking away tears. Her eyes were sad but understanding. I felt her heart sink with mine, both knowing what we wanted, but I didn’t have the courage to give in. I kissed her lovingly on her rostrum.
“I’m sorry, girl.”
Angie backed off a bit and submerged her head underwater, trying to mask her disappointment. This made me once again angry with myself. ‘Now look,’ I thought, ‘You just HAD to start in on that, didn’t you? You were in too far to stop then, and now she might leave you again. Why do you have to torture her like that?’
Somehow, Angie seemed to know what I was thinking. She raised her head and began to stroke my hand with her beak. She didn’t quite like having that be interrupted, but she didn’t want me feeling that way about myself either. I noticed the pink on her underside was receding, just like the tide that almost killed her a while ago.
I smiled at her and lovingly rubbed her behind her eyes, the spot she loved to be petted near the most on her head. Her eyes began to shine again and she opened her mouth is a sort of grin. She let her tongue hang out, which I took to rubbing in no time. Angie seemed to make a snorting sound as I did this, blissfully letting me caress her tongue. Her tail would jerk and she’d trill happily now and then, but other than that, she was silent.
After a few minutes, Angie backed off from my hand. I scratched her on the top of her melon as I spoke.
“Angie, I’m sorry I yelled at you and scared you off. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forgive myself, but I hope that you can forgive me. I didn’t mean to do it. I love you, Angie, and I would never hurt you.”
“Kreeeee-EEEEEEEE.”
She whistle-squealed a reply, and kissed me on my lips. I sat back and watched her figure sink below the waves and out of sight. The sky was turning bluer, showing that noon was over and evening would begin soon. I lay back on the rocks, looking upward and feeling the emptiness begin to fill in.
Abruptly, I heard a splash. Out in the water, I saw the sleek grey figure of Angie jump into the air. I had never seen her do this before and was instantly intrigued. She seemed to turn her head towards me, tilting on her side. I saw one of her pectoral fins shake back and forth, a sort of wave. Before I had time to get this all in, she landed and swam off. I laughed through gaping jaws, amazed by the act. That was an odd way to say good-bye, but it also seemed like a thanks, for saving her life and forgiving her. I felt a great deal of contentment over what had happened that afternoon. I stood up and left the peninsula, my bond with Angie feeling stronger than ever.
