Angie
Part 9
Story by Mr. K aka ‘delphinic’
The day dragged on. Angie seemed to be shattered and lazily floated around the area I was in. She would look up at me and each time she did I saw the usual gleam was gone. Even though she was in captivity, up until now she still seemed happy and lively. Now, she seemed to lose hope. Before, she didn’t know if she would see me or not. Now, she knew she would never see me again.
I would sit at the edge resting my head on my hands, watching her as she paced slowly across the tank. Occasionally she’d seek comfort and swim to me. I’d talk softly to her while petting all along her head. Once she seemed to be feeling better, she would swim around some. One time I remember that she dove down and emerged again carrying a pink ring. She placed it by me and began to nudge my hand. I looked into her eyes and saw her eyes were gleaming again, yet it was dishonest. She merely wanted to lighten the mood a bit. I forced a smile and tossed the ring a few feet out. Angie followed it with her sonar and darted for it the second it hit the bottom of the pool. Then she brought it back up and we repeated the process.
This game we had played a few times back at the island. My guess was that Angie was mimicking the tourists who played fetch with their dogs that were constantly at the beach. She was a master at mimicking actions, and seemed to enjoy testing out what she had seen people or other animals doing. She had even taken to mimicking me like she had on the island. I would raise my right arm and she’d turn on her left side, showing off her right flipper. If I stuck out my tongue, so would she. I recall one time I lifted my arm and put it around my head. Angie, not being able to move her arms like this, merely squeaked at my smugness. I began to laugh and we cuddled in the waters. Just thinking about this made me realize how unique she really was and how much I really was going to miss her.
After a while we switched the fetch back to catch. Angie was trying her best to seem happy but I saw through her. I’m sure she saw through my smile too, because after a while she stopped tossing the ring back. She swam up and stroked me with her rostrum. We were both petting each other for at least half of an hour. This was a highly emotional time for both of us. I was happy Carol was on her lunch break.
That’s how the day went. Then, after high mixed emotions and endless hours, the boss was on his way out.
“Cameron, you know we can’t have you talking to me like that around here. I also have noticed how little attention you have paid to the other dolphins. I regret to say that you’re fired. Have you desk cleaned out and don’t come back here tomorrow.”
I nodded, reaching for the pool door handle. Already I could feel my hand shake with anticipation.
The boss left around 8:00. The sun was far down and the night was warm and clear. Perfect weather for my last night with Angie.
Carol was waiting at the pool, saying her final goodbyes to Angie, who was waiting in the shallow pool. She too had taken a liking to Angie, but not as much as I had. To Carol, Angie was just another dolphin to come by. I moved up to Carol, who was dressed in street clothes like me, and she stood up.
“Well, the night is yours. I’ll most likely see you in the morning.” Carol could tell that I was desperate to be around Angie and didn’t want to waste my time. I smiled and she left. It looked like there was no going back now.
Angie was a friend and lover, but now she would be my mate.
Angie looked up at me and I noticed that her beady dark eyes were gleaming, truthfully.
“Well, Angie, what do you say we get started?”
“KeeeeeeeeeRRRRRRRR!!” Angie agreed, somewhat nervously.
I squatted down and began to stroke her warmly, from her beak to her dorsal fin. Then, she turned parallel to the edge, giving me more access, and I began to stroke down on her tail. I smoothly massaged her pelvic muscles, causing her to tense and press against my hand. I moved my hand beneath her and felt for her slit. When she began to whistle I knew I had found it and began to rub more. I could feel her smooth skin begin to heat up and swell. Her tail was out of the water and swishing from side to side. She rolled on her back and floated there, showing off her flushed underside and excited pussy. I stood up and watched as her eyes followed me, swiveling to keep our gaze. I was as nervous as she was, but she had better control. While she was shaking slightly, I was having trouble unbuttoning my shirt with my trembling hand. Slowly I undid the buttons on my shirt and let it fall off my arm, standing shirtless in the warm Florida air. Then, with Angie’s shimmering eyes still gazing at me, I unzipped my pants and kicked them off of my feet. I stood there, virtually naked, looking at Angie as she grew more anxious and nervous. I knew there was no going back now, and took off my underwear. There I stood naked, the cool night breeze blowing my semi pudgy figure. Slowly, I stepped into the warm salty water with Angie staring up at me from below. There wasn’t a chance that I could I have been more nervous or aroused, my 6 inch uncut cock showing off my excitement. I lied down and propped my head up on my arm, so I was level with Angie. Obediently, she turned on her side and faced toward me.
As I rubbed her I could feel her quiver with excitement as to what was about to happen. She pressed her belly to mine and began to rub up and down. The feeling of her warm glossy skin pressing against mine thrilled me, so I began to press back to her fiery underside. It hit me with a grin that she was trying to make my underside turn pink and for me to erect my cock (if that was even possible to get more erect!) like her previous mates had. She began to grow even more excited and as she rubbed against me I could feel her pulse quickening. Angie still kept her eyes on mine, not daring to break the gaze. Her mouth began to open up, as if in a yawn, and she grinned contently at me, all the while excited squeaks and whistles erupted from her blowhole. Then, once we had stopped rubbing each other, Angie began to shift closer to me, arching her back and getting comfortable for what was about to happen. I reached around her and pulled her in close, while she wrapped her flippers around me. At this range, I could feel her heartbeat and every breath she took. If she made a sound or echolocation, I could feel it pass through her. Her skin was touching areas that she had never touched before on me, and the feeling of her smoothness and warmth around sensitive spots was enthralling. Still keeping our gaze, I reached an arm down and searched for her clit. When I found it, I felt every muscle on Angie’s body tense up and her breathing increase. Still, she kept her eyes half lidded and looking deep into mine while I rubbed her most sensitive spot. She writhed and whistled as I massaged her clit. Then, trying to return the favor, Angie flexed onto my cock, rubbing it with her underside. It was tough to do but I managed to keep the gaze with her, despite me rubbing her clit and her rubbing my tool. Then, when we both sensed that foreplay was over, I reached down and guided my dick to her swollen lips. She had a spasm when I touched her lips, feeling a human penis down there for the first time. Gently, I rubbed my cock head between her lips, feeling her well-lubricated pussy beg me to enter her. With slight hesitation, I shared one final moment gazing into her eyes. Then, with one smooth thrust, I entered her.
Angie shuddered and squealed as I entered, then seemed to let out a blissful sigh and began to work her amazing muscles. It was a different story from my finger and tongue, now I was feeling her muscles with the most sensitive part of my body. Finally breaking our gaze, I jerked my head back and gasped for air at this sudden rush. The feeling was amazing! I could feel each muscle move around my member while her amazing warm sex juices flowed out and onto my cock, lubricating both of us to make the act smoother. Angie’s eyes were jammed tight and she began to spasm and shake, feeling this foreign member in her pussy. Not wanting to waste anymore time, I began to thrust myself deeper in, loving the electrical feeling with each movement. Angie’s vaginal muscles clamped down and forced me to stay in place. I looked back up at her and saw that she wanted to give me a treat after all I had done for her. I was happy to oblige. Then, releasing her muscles just enough for me to be comfortable, she used her experienced muscles move up and down my penis.
I began to pant, running out of breath at this amazing feeling. She was jacking me off and having sex at the same time. Occasionally she would squeeze my member, causing me to tense up like she had done. Soon Angie was losing control, as was I, and she began to writhe in my grip. She made clicks and high-pitched whistles as she continued to masturbate me and her with her pussy walls. I could sense her heart rate was increasing and could feel each breath she took. She had never experienced anything like this, and was trying to make the feeling more powerful. Angie began to thrust her tail and I would thrust back. Her tail would move up between my legs (the feeling itself was almost too much for me!) and up around me, resting her flukes on my buttocks for a millisecond before dropping down again. Her mouth began to gape, and I tried pressing her closer to me, to try to get my cock deeper in her. I was lost in pure ecstasy and began to lose track of time. The water was in a frenzy as she would thrust her tail and squirm, and as I thrust back. I began to moan and hugged her tensing body tighter, wrapping a leg around her tail.
I had lost track of time but could feel myself ready to cum. I didn’t want to but the moment was going too good to be interrupted. Angie was approaching her orgasm and began to thrust harder, massaging my dick with more intensity. She began to squeal at higher and higher pitches. I could only hold back a few seconds as well as Angie. Her flippers squeezed my naked side and she tensed up as she orgasmed, clamping down hard on my cock and ready for my load. I was only a few seconds behind her and then with a grunt I thrust into her, shooting my cum deep into the whistling dolphin. Her head bobbed up and down as she climaxed, milking me for every bit of cum in my balls. She pressed her pelvis hard onto mine and we both shared our climax, as high in intensity as a speeding train.
When it seemed to have just started, the sex was over. Angie’s relaxed and unclamped my penis, as my grip on her loosened a bit. I could feel her gush her lube juices and it mixed with my cum. Like we had timed it, we both shuddered at the orgasm withdrawal, this feeling just as good as the sex itself. By now I had lost my erection and tried to pull out of her, but Angie refused, tightening her vaginal muscles. A little surprised, I look back up at Angie and she looked at me, trying to convey her thoughts. She didn’t want to end the experience already. I smiled and stroked her pectoral fins, letting her pull me back in.
Angie, exhausted yet satisfied, drifted off to ‘sleep‘. I knew we had a long night ahead of us, but if it was going to be like that I was willing to spend as long as I needed to in the pool.
I stroked my mate as she ‘slept‘, feeling her heart slow back down to its normal pace, both of us still embracing the other.
Things slowed down and soon all I could hear were the splashes from the other dolphins as they swam around, not paying any mind to Angie or me.
I too began to drift off to sleep, needing to rest after the powerful climax. I kissed Angie on her beak and got into a comfortable position. In no time I too was asleep.
(Author’s note: This part of the story is optional to read and may not be written as well)
I remember waking up, feeling the warm morning’s sunbeams beat down on my face. Had I been asleep? No, there wasn’t a chance; it was more like I emerged from fainting. I had ’awoken’ to find that I wasn’t in the shallow pool with Angie, but had drifted into the pool itself. The water out here was nearly 25 feet deep, and I instantly grew terrified. This surely wasn’t an area I would want to wake up in! Surprisingly, though, my lungs didn’t call me for air, though I must have been underwater for quite some time. My eyes, now adjusted to the salt, grew clearer than I had expected, and I could see everything as if I were wearing goggles. I was sure my eyes were playing tricks on me, since in the middle of my vision was a blind spot, a thick black line where I was blind. Also, I noticed that my eyes were resting and I was positive should have been looking forward but instead looked at an angle, near the bottom. How odd my eyes were today! I could see perfectly in this briny environment, even though I had a blind spot in the middle of my vision line and I was looking more downwards. I panicked, wanting to call my eyes bluff and get out of here, but tried to swim I realized I had no hands! Moving (no, that’s not the right word. They more swiveled, as if on a set path) my eyes to the spot, I noticed with some difficulty that sure enough my hands were gone, replaced by flippers!
No, this is too much! Maybe I’m dreaming… but somehow dreaming didn’t fit. I could sense everything, the temperature of the water, the current that moved through it, the sound of every single drop that hit the water as a fake wave splashed on the edge.
Still panicking, I tried desperately to make a sound, but as I opened my mouth the only thing that came out was a rush of water. No air, no bubble, just water. I guess I’m not myself this morning, I thought hysterically.
I heard (or rather, sensed) a movement beyond that of the tank. It was movement, complete with a pulse and water displacement, a dolphin maybe. I followed this movement (seeing as I still could move me head, I figured I still had a neck) and saw that it was Angie, swimming up to me. She circled around me a few times then stopped, clicking a very distinct sort of greeting.
Looking at her like this, something seemed different about her. She seemed…smaller. She was small anyways but now it was like she had shrunk, just a tad. I wanted to touch her but couldn’t, see as I had no hands. Angie swam up to me and began to rub my ‘face’ with her rostrum. I was surprised that there was little contrast between her skin and mine. Her skin and mine… oh no… I realized what this meant. I had become a dolphin.
Now, I recall this always being my wish but at this point my fantasy coming true only left me confused and scared. How did this happen? Why did it happen?
Angie continued to stroke me, calming me only a bit. If I had become a dolphin, why did I still think like a human? Maybe I was wrong and just needed to swim to the surface, when I also began to notice my lungs beginning to hurt. I needed air! Angie, sensing this, dove beneath me and pushed me up with her head. As soon as my skin broke the surface I realized I didn’t know how to breathe out of my blowhole. Thinking I was about to drown, I panicked again and started to thrash about. Angie bit me hard on my pectoral fin, making me jump and half gasp. I looked down at her, shocked. Blood flowed from the narrow mark on my fin. Why did she do that? Angie, seeing the blood and realizing she had bitten too hard, causing me harm, began to rub my head.
“Oooooooooeeee.” She squealed, almost as if apologizing.
Something hit me. I was breathing again and was no longer panicking. This bite had roused me from confusion, and gave me time to breathe. Angie had saved me. If I didn’t instantly panic I would have been able to breathe. With my beak I began to rub her back, grateful that I was calm about this now.
I swam with Angie around the tank a bit to get used to swimming with a tail. The movements were smooth yet powerful, and I could make a trip from one side to another side of the tank in about 10 tail movements.
With my dolphin body, I still had my human thoughts, but dolphin muscles and instincts. Though my eyesight was a little warped, I soon learned how to echolocate. Angie scanned me and all I thought about was scanning her. Just thinking about it, my instincts clicked in and I without me knowing it, I had sent out a series of sound waves and they returned to me, and I saw Angie without my eye problems in the way. Not only did I see her, but I saw THROUGH her. It was as if she and the area around her was brought up in a diagram in my brain. I saw that there wasn’t as much blood going to her liver as to her lungs, that her skin temperature was warm, and that her current mood was: excited. The real picture was a bit different but I made it closest to how a human mind would see it.
I wouldn’t say that being a dolphin improved our communication, it merely balanced it. Instead of me relying on speech and body language to communicate, I only had to use body language. Angie didn’t get confused if I spoke to many words or ones she didn’t recognize, but she still understood me now as much as she did when I was a human.
We continued to swim around the tank, up close to each other. I began to get used to how the dolphin body worked, preferring it by far to the human body. After swimming about, I began to hear someone calling my name.
“Cam? Cam? Where are you?” It was Carol.
I swam up to the surface to greet her, not really expecting on how she’d react to the change. When my head was above water, I almost fell forward, not realizing that dolphin’s were balancing as they did that. This was about as unnatural as you can get, my head out of the water and the uncomfortable feeling of the water evaporating off my skin. I might as well have been balancing plates on my beak.
“Oh, there you are. It looks like you two had a good night together.” Angie surfaced next to me, same as I was. Carol didn’t seem fazed by the change and merely bent down to talk with us better.
“Hey, I got some good news. I met the boss in the parking lot on my way out. I told him to think over what you said. He got angry, and stormed off to his car. ‘You both think it’s so easy to own these dolphins! Fine, I’ll cancel the aquariums order!’ He grabbed his cell phone and dialed. He goes into his car and begins to talk. Then he rolled down his window and shouted to me ‘You can have the damn thing, go ahead! Keep in her your pool if you want! Just get her out of here!’ and then he sped away.” She looked to Angie, who obviously didn’t understand.
“I own you now, Angie.” Carol grinned, “But I’m sending you back to Cam’s island. You’ll be wild again.”
With a loud whistle, Angie did a little spin in her spot while I nibbled Carol’s hands gratefully.
“It gets better, Cam. Since you were fired, you can’t stay here. You’ll be joining Angie back to the island.”
I was too stunned too move. We were both returning to the island, to be together. This couldn’t have gotten any better! Carol grinned again and began to stroke my head. Her gentle skin made me quiver with delight. I began to see why Angie liked being petted so much. She smirked a bit and stood up.
“You’ll have to watch him, Angie.” She said, starting to walk away, “He’s a wild one.”
At this, Angie nudged me beneath my head, closing her eyes a bit.
The ‘movers’ arrived at about 6:30 am. We were hoisted into tanks on the back of an open truck and were sent down to the water’s edge. When we got there, a crowd was gathered to watch them release us. Angie was set in first, and she waited around until I was lowered in. Without a moments hesitation we swam off from the cheering crowd.
We were out about 30miles from the shore. I looked back and saw my home for a quarter of a century was now just a tiny speck off in the distance. I don’t know why, but I felt a sudden urge to return. My house, my family, my ‘friends’, my whole life was back there. I turned back around and faced the speck, wondering if I should go back. Angie, noticing that I wasn’t swimming anymore, swam back to where I was floating, trilling curiously. She tried to coax me back by nudging beneath my head, but I moved away from her. Still confused, she tried to move closer to me, but I moved away again. I was too deep in thought to worry about her right now. Would I be happy living with Angie at the island? Wouldn’t anyone be worried at to what happened to me? Should I return?
Angie, hurt at the lack of attention, let me move and sat silently.
I snapped out of my thoughts. Of course a life with Angie would be much better. It was like starting over with my one true love. I sped over to Angie and, as she squealed in playful surprise, I spun her around once with my beak. Seeing I was back to my normal self, she rolled back upright, brought her mouth close to mine, and began licking the tip of my beak, a kiss I returned to her. I scanned her and became aware that she was getting aroused, with her increased heart rate and blood rushing to her genital area. Feeling me scan her, Angie swam beneath me, turned over, and floated with me, her pussy by my face and my slit by hers. Obliging, I began to lick her warming slit, eliciting Angie to press her pussy closer and rub my belly with hers. Call me crazy, but this was a major turn on for me. It was apparent the things that excited my dolphin body were kicking in, and soon I could feel my internal penis awake. My underside began to grow warm, a pleasant feeling. I could feel my genital cavity filling up, swelling, and felt the seawater against the very tip of my penis. Angie, noticing this, flicked out her tongue and coiled it around my tip. To my surprise, my tip coiled back, almost as if it had a mind of its own.
No, I’m in control I thought to myself, knowing that that was what I wanted to do anyway. As my cock swelled, my genital crack yielded to the pressure and my dick liberated itself from the tight area. Angie let go of the tip and began to rub up and down the shaft, jacking me off. Judging by how she rubbed, I guess my cock was about 9 inches long, 3 inches at the base, and tapered to about ¼ inch at the tip. Practicing with my recently unused penis muscles, I would wrap my penis around Angie’s snout (a feeling impossible to describe!) and press my erect tool underneath her rostrum. We both sensed it was time to begin and I turned over, knowing that male dolphins were usually on the bottom. Angie swam up above me and floated down to my tip, which I thrust in without hesitation.
Angie seemed to gasp, gaping her jaws and bugging her eyes a bit. Perhaps I didn’t even know my own strength! At this point, though, my thoughts seemed to cloud. All I wanted was sex, and didn’t seem to care if I was too big for Angie or not! I began to thrust, stopping occasionally to explore around Angie’s pussy with my penis. Her head began to shake back a bit but it wasn’t as in pain as much as in ecstasy. We both started squeaking with each thrust and I could feel myself starting to cum already. Dolphin sex is great but it’s a bit too short. Angie didn’t seem to be using her pussy as much as she had been before when I was human, merely seemed to let me lose myself in lust. I could feel an immense amount of pressure built up at my base and with one final thrust and squeak, shot my load like a bullet into Angie. She climaxed with me, both of us squealing in unison. I had no idea I could cum that hard (or cum that much!) or else I would have pulled out. Angie was now limp, sinking slightly onto me. I was awoken from my powerful lust and now it was obvious I had been too hard on Angie.
But it’s hard to describe. When I sensed Angie getting excited, all I could think about was getting into her. I didn’t care about anything else and I was going to do anything to get my way. I know this sounds a bit cruel, but if Angie had tried to swim away I would have bitten her. Now, though, I was out of it and feeling guilty to have been so rough.
The dolphin mind is a powerful thing. If you don’t respect it, it will bring you down.
I pushed her up to the surface so she could get some air. While I waited, I licked her head and beak, grateful she didn’t try to resist my effort. I made a mental note not to lose my head next time as I watched my cum trail out of her pussy.
I waited for about five minutes, getting increasingly worried until Angie stirred. She opened her eyes and, seeing me, jumped back slightly. Then, seeing I was no longer in my lust stage, swam back and began to lick me too. I squeaked out something close to “I’m sorry, I’m sorry”. She seemed to understand and began to kiss me.
Then, when she was least expecting it, I swam around and nibbled her on the tail. Clicking excitedly, she shook me off and tried to swim back to my tail but I dove downwards, avoiding her jaws. She bolted past me and the second I turned upwards, she swam to me and gently nudged me with her rostrum.
We continued this cetacean game of tag for about 10 minutes; spinning, chasing, nibbling, nudging, darting, and for the whole time making those mock laugh noises. Then, by coincidence, we bumped into each other as we were swimming upwards, falling back downwards belly-to-belly. We were calming down after chasing each other. Since we were touching bellies, I became aroused and could feel my cock awakening again. I shook off the powerful lust again and pulled my tool back, forcing it to stay in me. I wasn’t going to hurt Angie again.
Ready to swim again, we broke apart and rose to the surface, gathering air before diving down again. Before going back down, I looked back to Florida one last time. Angie nudged my side before I could start thinking again. I ‘grinned’ and turned back around, raising my flukes out of the water as if they were my middle finger, pointed them to the land, and my mate and I swam off, ready to start our new life.
(Back to the story)
My eyes slowly opened, and I saw with slight disappointment that I must have dreamt the whole thing. No dolphin body and spending a new life with Angie, no nothing. I was just a human sleeping with a dolphin. I didn’t seemed fazed as I lay in the dream’s afterglow. Angie, who had been resting the whole time, stirred. Her head bowed forward and she moved her tail back, like she was stretching, then she opened up her eyes. Judging by the moon, we must have only been asleep for twenty minutes.
“Hi Angie,” I said, rubbing around her blowhole, “Did you sleep well?”
She bent her head down and nibbled my shoulder. I could have sworn that she squeaked something like “You’re it”. She looked up at me with a playful gleam in her eye. Did she have the same dream I had?
“Did you want to swim around a bit?” I loosened my grip so that Angie could move a bit. Dolphins are usually active and by now she must a been uncomfortable.
“Don’t worry, its fine” I told Angie, who seemed hesitant. Though she could be a little sarcastic sometimes, Angie never wanted to offend or insult me in anyway. She must not have wanted me to feel like she was leaving me, but I didn’t mind.
After reassurance, Angie moved from my grip and let me pull my cock out of her. She started to swim around near me, working out her muscles. I waited in the shallow pool and watched Angie swim around. Occasionally she would move close to nudge at my dick or coax a petting. I would talk to her and things would be as casual as they were before.
“You seem happy tonight”
“whee-aaa!”
“I know, that was intense!”
We spent the rest of the night cuddling, playing, and having sex. None of the other experiences were as intense as the first one but they were all great. Once in a while Angie would take me for a ride around the pool but with such a small space she couldn’t reach her dizzying speeds. I lost track of the time during the night and must have fallen asleep, holding Angie.
“CAMERON, wake up NOW!”
Carol’s voice pierced through the morning air. She stood above Angie and me, a half look of anger on her face. It had the same atmosphere of the “Wife returns home from work, finds her husband and secretary doing some missionary work” scenario. I let go of Angie and stood up. Surely Carol was going to tell someone, or start to hate me. Looking in her eyes, she was obviously thinking “What are you doing naked with that dolphin, you sick freak?”. I was about to say “You don’t understand…” When Carol glanced over me, head to toe. Her cloudy expression grew a twinge of a grin, and she uttered in a stern voice “Look, just get dressed. I can talk to you when you’re done.” She threw my clothes to me. I looked back to the dolphin who sat in the pool, looking blankly up at me. Like I’ve said before, sex is a natural thing for all dolphins and seeing anyone frowning upon any form of it was confusing to them. I smiled to her to ease her confusion and scurried off to the employee bathroom.
The only thing running through my mind was “Carol’s going to call the cops”. Wasn’t this sort of thing illegal in Florida? I thought about how my perfect last night with Angie was ruined by a rude awakening. Why hadn’t I stayed up long enough to watch for Carol?
I came back out with all my things. Carol didn’t have the angry look anymore, but she didn’t quite look happy.
“Look, Carol, I know what you’re thinking…”
She raised her hand and stopped me. “Cam, don’t even worry about it. I know you weren’t hurting Angie in any way. You respect her too much to do that. I won’t tell anyone, so calm down.”
Angie clicked rhythmically behind us, subtly asking for attention.
“It looks like you too had a good night anyway.” She said, smiling a little bit, “But Angie is going to be transferred. You should leave before the ‘movers’ come by. If I were you I wouldn’t be able to stand her being lifted into truck.”
I knew she was right. It was time to say goodbye to Angie one last time. Slowly, I walked to Angie, who lighted up at seeing me return. Doing my best to look cheerful, I bent down to be face to face with Angie.
“I guess this is goodbye, girl.”
Her lightened mood faded and was masked by that of sadness. This was it, no more ‘See you tomorrow’ or ‘I’ll be back’, this was the last time I would get to see her. Angie, my friend, my lover, my mate, she would be out of my life. She let out a soft sort of whimpering sound and began to nibble on my fingers. I let her, stroking her around her head. Then, after she let go, I moved in close and kissed her for the last time. If Angie was human, she would have been crying right then. I whispered to Angie “I’m going to get you out of this, I swear to you.”
Half of Angie seemed to say “You know it’s no use.” The other half cried out “I hope so!”
It’s weird. I was able to save her from a net and from dying on the beach, but in a moment where her life didn’t depend on it, I was helpless to save her.
Knowing I had to go, I stood up. “Goodbye, my love” were the last words I spoke to her. I turned my back and let Carol lead me out of the door.
I didn’t feel as sad as Angie was, mostly empty. We walked down the stairs to the office and out of the door. As we walked through the narrow corridor I came to the realization that we would pass the tank. I would have to avoid seeing Angie behind the glass walls. As we approached, my mind furiously pulsed the phrase “Don’t look, don’t look, don’t look”. We passed by the tank, and I looked. Sure enough, Angie was swimming nearby, looking as empty as I felt.
Was this how I wanted my last memory of Angie to be?
“No…” I said out loud, answering my own question, “NO!!”
Furiously I turned back, trying to run but found myself being wrestled back by Carol.
“Cam, let it go! There’s nothing you can do!”
“NO!!!”
I could still see the tank slightly. If only Carol would let me go, I could see Angie again.
Carol jerked me back and I knew it was futile. I started to sob, walking with Carol with my face buried in one of my hands. We found a bench and sat down. Carol wrapped her arms around me, and at this point I was too crushed to compare her embrace to Angie’s.
She waited until I calmed down a bit before speaking.
“Cam, I know it’s tough when a dolphin leaves, but that’s life. I know you were lonely most of your life and so was Angie. She was sent by the Lord for you, your own personal angel. Maybe that’s why she has that scar on her underside, she’s a gift from God. Imagine where you would be if you hadn’t met her.”
She was right. I had been going into a slow downward spiral of depression after my father and brother died. I had always felt that they were the only people I could relate to but they had both gone out of my life. If I hadn’t met Angie, I would be in deep depression by now, maybe even suicidal. I had always thought I saved Angie’s life, but the truth is she saved mine.
I stopped sobbing and we both stood up. We walked to the parking lot where my car was sitting, overlooking the dolphin arena. An overhang had been built and hid the pool from my parking space, which I was thankful for. We reached my car but Carol stopped me before I could get in.
“Cam, don’t worry. I know how you feel. I’m a delphinic zoophile, just like you. That’s one of the reasons why I work here. I had always hoped I would get a chance with a dolphin. I guess when I saw you I felt more jealously, and I’m sorry for that. You’ve gotten lucky, Cameron. Few DZ’s get to fulfill their fantasies.”
Delphinic zoophile? Me? I was only attracted to Angie, not any other dolphin. Instead of objecting I let Carol continue.
“Angie’s never going to forget you, I can tell you that. Who knows, you might see her again soon. Well, goodbye Cameron. It was a pleasure working with you.”
I shook her hand and she left. Carol, a delphinic zoophile?
I stood at my car, waiting for Carol to be out of sight. She disappeared behind the glass entrance doors and I felt better, yet still empty. My last memory of Angie was-
Suddenly, I hear a splash. I look over to the pool and see a sleek grey figure leap through the sky. Angie, glistening in the rising sun, waves her fin to me and squeals out what I hear as “I love you”. Then, she falls back to Earth and I heard a slight splash. My mouth gapes wide open.
A lone tear rolls down my awe stricken cheeks, and I raise up a hand and wave.
“I love you too, Angie.”
Part 9
Story by Mr. K aka ‘delphinic’
The day dragged on. Angie seemed to be shattered and lazily floated around the area I was in. She would look up at me and each time she did I saw the usual gleam was gone. Even though she was in captivity, up until now she still seemed happy and lively. Now, she seemed to lose hope. Before, she didn’t know if she would see me or not. Now, she knew she would never see me again.
I would sit at the edge resting my head on my hands, watching her as she paced slowly across the tank. Occasionally she’d seek comfort and swim to me. I’d talk softly to her while petting all along her head. Once she seemed to be feeling better, she would swim around some. One time I remember that she dove down and emerged again carrying a pink ring. She placed it by me and began to nudge my hand. I looked into her eyes and saw her eyes were gleaming again, yet it was dishonest. She merely wanted to lighten the mood a bit. I forced a smile and tossed the ring a few feet out. Angie followed it with her sonar and darted for it the second it hit the bottom of the pool. Then she brought it back up and we repeated the process.
This game we had played a few times back at the island. My guess was that Angie was mimicking the tourists who played fetch with their dogs that were constantly at the beach. She was a master at mimicking actions, and seemed to enjoy testing out what she had seen people or other animals doing. She had even taken to mimicking me like she had on the island. I would raise my right arm and she’d turn on her left side, showing off her right flipper. If I stuck out my tongue, so would she. I recall one time I lifted my arm and put it around my head. Angie, not being able to move her arms like this, merely squeaked at my smugness. I began to laugh and we cuddled in the waters. Just thinking about this made me realize how unique she really was and how much I really was going to miss her.
After a while we switched the fetch back to catch. Angie was trying her best to seem happy but I saw through her. I’m sure she saw through my smile too, because after a while she stopped tossing the ring back. She swam up and stroked me with her rostrum. We were both petting each other for at least half of an hour. This was a highly emotional time for both of us. I was happy Carol was on her lunch break.
That’s how the day went. Then, after high mixed emotions and endless hours, the boss was on his way out.
“Cameron, you know we can’t have you talking to me like that around here. I also have noticed how little attention you have paid to the other dolphins. I regret to say that you’re fired. Have you desk cleaned out and don’t come back here tomorrow.”
I nodded, reaching for the pool door handle. Already I could feel my hand shake with anticipation.
The boss left around 8:00. The sun was far down and the night was warm and clear. Perfect weather for my last night with Angie.
Carol was waiting at the pool, saying her final goodbyes to Angie, who was waiting in the shallow pool. She too had taken a liking to Angie, but not as much as I had. To Carol, Angie was just another dolphin to come by. I moved up to Carol, who was dressed in street clothes like me, and she stood up.
“Well, the night is yours. I’ll most likely see you in the morning.” Carol could tell that I was desperate to be around Angie and didn’t want to waste my time. I smiled and she left. It looked like there was no going back now.
Angie was a friend and lover, but now she would be my mate.
Angie looked up at me and I noticed that her beady dark eyes were gleaming, truthfully.
“Well, Angie, what do you say we get started?”
“KeeeeeeeeeRRRRRRRR!!” Angie agreed, somewhat nervously.
I squatted down and began to stroke her warmly, from her beak to her dorsal fin. Then, she turned parallel to the edge, giving me more access, and I began to stroke down on her tail. I smoothly massaged her pelvic muscles, causing her to tense and press against my hand. I moved my hand beneath her and felt for her slit. When she began to whistle I knew I had found it and began to rub more. I could feel her smooth skin begin to heat up and swell. Her tail was out of the water and swishing from side to side. She rolled on her back and floated there, showing off her flushed underside and excited pussy. I stood up and watched as her eyes followed me, swiveling to keep our gaze. I was as nervous as she was, but she had better control. While she was shaking slightly, I was having trouble unbuttoning my shirt with my trembling hand. Slowly I undid the buttons on my shirt and let it fall off my arm, standing shirtless in the warm Florida air. Then, with Angie’s shimmering eyes still gazing at me, I unzipped my pants and kicked them off of my feet. I stood there, virtually naked, looking at Angie as she grew more anxious and nervous. I knew there was no going back now, and took off my underwear. There I stood naked, the cool night breeze blowing my semi pudgy figure. Slowly, I stepped into the warm salty water with Angie staring up at me from below. There wasn’t a chance that I could I have been more nervous or aroused, my 6 inch uncut cock showing off my excitement. I lied down and propped my head up on my arm, so I was level with Angie. Obediently, she turned on her side and faced toward me.
As I rubbed her I could feel her quiver with excitement as to what was about to happen. She pressed her belly to mine and began to rub up and down. The feeling of her warm glossy skin pressing against mine thrilled me, so I began to press back to her fiery underside. It hit me with a grin that she was trying to make my underside turn pink and for me to erect my cock (if that was even possible to get more erect!) like her previous mates had. She began to grow even more excited and as she rubbed against me I could feel her pulse quickening. Angie still kept her eyes on mine, not daring to break the gaze. Her mouth began to open up, as if in a yawn, and she grinned contently at me, all the while excited squeaks and whistles erupted from her blowhole. Then, once we had stopped rubbing each other, Angie began to shift closer to me, arching her back and getting comfortable for what was about to happen. I reached around her and pulled her in close, while she wrapped her flippers around me. At this range, I could feel her heartbeat and every breath she took. If she made a sound or echolocation, I could feel it pass through her. Her skin was touching areas that she had never touched before on me, and the feeling of her smoothness and warmth around sensitive spots was enthralling. Still keeping our gaze, I reached an arm down and searched for her clit. When I found it, I felt every muscle on Angie’s body tense up and her breathing increase. Still, she kept her eyes half lidded and looking deep into mine while I rubbed her most sensitive spot. She writhed and whistled as I massaged her clit. Then, trying to return the favor, Angie flexed onto my cock, rubbing it with her underside. It was tough to do but I managed to keep the gaze with her, despite me rubbing her clit and her rubbing my tool. Then, when we both sensed that foreplay was over, I reached down and guided my dick to her swollen lips. She had a spasm when I touched her lips, feeling a human penis down there for the first time. Gently, I rubbed my cock head between her lips, feeling her well-lubricated pussy beg me to enter her. With slight hesitation, I shared one final moment gazing into her eyes. Then, with one smooth thrust, I entered her.
Angie shuddered and squealed as I entered, then seemed to let out a blissful sigh and began to work her amazing muscles. It was a different story from my finger and tongue, now I was feeling her muscles with the most sensitive part of my body. Finally breaking our gaze, I jerked my head back and gasped for air at this sudden rush. The feeling was amazing! I could feel each muscle move around my member while her amazing warm sex juices flowed out and onto my cock, lubricating both of us to make the act smoother. Angie’s eyes were jammed tight and she began to spasm and shake, feeling this foreign member in her pussy. Not wanting to waste anymore time, I began to thrust myself deeper in, loving the electrical feeling with each movement. Angie’s vaginal muscles clamped down and forced me to stay in place. I looked back up at her and saw that she wanted to give me a treat after all I had done for her. I was happy to oblige. Then, releasing her muscles just enough for me to be comfortable, she used her experienced muscles move up and down my penis.
I began to pant, running out of breath at this amazing feeling. She was jacking me off and having sex at the same time. Occasionally she would squeeze my member, causing me to tense up like she had done. Soon Angie was losing control, as was I, and she began to writhe in my grip. She made clicks and high-pitched whistles as she continued to masturbate me and her with her pussy walls. I could sense her heart rate was increasing and could feel each breath she took. She had never experienced anything like this, and was trying to make the feeling more powerful. Angie began to thrust her tail and I would thrust back. Her tail would move up between my legs (the feeling itself was almost too much for me!) and up around me, resting her flukes on my buttocks for a millisecond before dropping down again. Her mouth began to gape, and I tried pressing her closer to me, to try to get my cock deeper in her. I was lost in pure ecstasy and began to lose track of time. The water was in a frenzy as she would thrust her tail and squirm, and as I thrust back. I began to moan and hugged her tensing body tighter, wrapping a leg around her tail.
I had lost track of time but could feel myself ready to cum. I didn’t want to but the moment was going too good to be interrupted. Angie was approaching her orgasm and began to thrust harder, massaging my dick with more intensity. She began to squeal at higher and higher pitches. I could only hold back a few seconds as well as Angie. Her flippers squeezed my naked side and she tensed up as she orgasmed, clamping down hard on my cock and ready for my load. I was only a few seconds behind her and then with a grunt I thrust into her, shooting my cum deep into the whistling dolphin. Her head bobbed up and down as she climaxed, milking me for every bit of cum in my balls. She pressed her pelvis hard onto mine and we both shared our climax, as high in intensity as a speeding train.
When it seemed to have just started, the sex was over. Angie’s relaxed and unclamped my penis, as my grip on her loosened a bit. I could feel her gush her lube juices and it mixed with my cum. Like we had timed it, we both shuddered at the orgasm withdrawal, this feeling just as good as the sex itself. By now I had lost my erection and tried to pull out of her, but Angie refused, tightening her vaginal muscles. A little surprised, I look back up at Angie and she looked at me, trying to convey her thoughts. She didn’t want to end the experience already. I smiled and stroked her pectoral fins, letting her pull me back in.
Angie, exhausted yet satisfied, drifted off to ‘sleep‘. I knew we had a long night ahead of us, but if it was going to be like that I was willing to spend as long as I needed to in the pool.
I stroked my mate as she ‘slept‘, feeling her heart slow back down to its normal pace, both of us still embracing the other.
Things slowed down and soon all I could hear were the splashes from the other dolphins as they swam around, not paying any mind to Angie or me.
I too began to drift off to sleep, needing to rest after the powerful climax. I kissed Angie on her beak and got into a comfortable position. In no time I too was asleep.
(Author’s note: This part of the story is optional to read and may not be written as well)
I remember waking up, feeling the warm morning’s sunbeams beat down on my face. Had I been asleep? No, there wasn’t a chance; it was more like I emerged from fainting. I had ’awoken’ to find that I wasn’t in the shallow pool with Angie, but had drifted into the pool itself. The water out here was nearly 25 feet deep, and I instantly grew terrified. This surely wasn’t an area I would want to wake up in! Surprisingly, though, my lungs didn’t call me for air, though I must have been underwater for quite some time. My eyes, now adjusted to the salt, grew clearer than I had expected, and I could see everything as if I were wearing goggles. I was sure my eyes were playing tricks on me, since in the middle of my vision was a blind spot, a thick black line where I was blind. Also, I noticed that my eyes were resting and I was positive should have been looking forward but instead looked at an angle, near the bottom. How odd my eyes were today! I could see perfectly in this briny environment, even though I had a blind spot in the middle of my vision line and I was looking more downwards. I panicked, wanting to call my eyes bluff and get out of here, but tried to swim I realized I had no hands! Moving (no, that’s not the right word. They more swiveled, as if on a set path) my eyes to the spot, I noticed with some difficulty that sure enough my hands were gone, replaced by flippers!
No, this is too much! Maybe I’m dreaming… but somehow dreaming didn’t fit. I could sense everything, the temperature of the water, the current that moved through it, the sound of every single drop that hit the water as a fake wave splashed on the edge.
Still panicking, I tried desperately to make a sound, but as I opened my mouth the only thing that came out was a rush of water. No air, no bubble, just water. I guess I’m not myself this morning, I thought hysterically.
I heard (or rather, sensed) a movement beyond that of the tank. It was movement, complete with a pulse and water displacement, a dolphin maybe. I followed this movement (seeing as I still could move me head, I figured I still had a neck) and saw that it was Angie, swimming up to me. She circled around me a few times then stopped, clicking a very distinct sort of greeting.
Looking at her like this, something seemed different about her. She seemed…smaller. She was small anyways but now it was like she had shrunk, just a tad. I wanted to touch her but couldn’t, see as I had no hands. Angie swam up to me and began to rub my ‘face’ with her rostrum. I was surprised that there was little contrast between her skin and mine. Her skin and mine… oh no… I realized what this meant. I had become a dolphin.
Now, I recall this always being my wish but at this point my fantasy coming true only left me confused and scared. How did this happen? Why did it happen?
Angie continued to stroke me, calming me only a bit. If I had become a dolphin, why did I still think like a human? Maybe I was wrong and just needed to swim to the surface, when I also began to notice my lungs beginning to hurt. I needed air! Angie, sensing this, dove beneath me and pushed me up with her head. As soon as my skin broke the surface I realized I didn’t know how to breathe out of my blowhole. Thinking I was about to drown, I panicked again and started to thrash about. Angie bit me hard on my pectoral fin, making me jump and half gasp. I looked down at her, shocked. Blood flowed from the narrow mark on my fin. Why did she do that? Angie, seeing the blood and realizing she had bitten too hard, causing me harm, began to rub my head.
“Oooooooooeeee.” She squealed, almost as if apologizing.
Something hit me. I was breathing again and was no longer panicking. This bite had roused me from confusion, and gave me time to breathe. Angie had saved me. If I didn’t instantly panic I would have been able to breathe. With my beak I began to rub her back, grateful that I was calm about this now.
I swam with Angie around the tank a bit to get used to swimming with a tail. The movements were smooth yet powerful, and I could make a trip from one side to another side of the tank in about 10 tail movements.
With my dolphin body, I still had my human thoughts, but dolphin muscles and instincts. Though my eyesight was a little warped, I soon learned how to echolocate. Angie scanned me and all I thought about was scanning her. Just thinking about it, my instincts clicked in and I without me knowing it, I had sent out a series of sound waves and they returned to me, and I saw Angie without my eye problems in the way. Not only did I see her, but I saw THROUGH her. It was as if she and the area around her was brought up in a diagram in my brain. I saw that there wasn’t as much blood going to her liver as to her lungs, that her skin temperature was warm, and that her current mood was: excited. The real picture was a bit different but I made it closest to how a human mind would see it.
I wouldn’t say that being a dolphin improved our communication, it merely balanced it. Instead of me relying on speech and body language to communicate, I only had to use body language. Angie didn’t get confused if I spoke to many words or ones she didn’t recognize, but she still understood me now as much as she did when I was a human.
We continued to swim around the tank, up close to each other. I began to get used to how the dolphin body worked, preferring it by far to the human body. After swimming about, I began to hear someone calling my name.
“Cam? Cam? Where are you?” It was Carol.
I swam up to the surface to greet her, not really expecting on how she’d react to the change. When my head was above water, I almost fell forward, not realizing that dolphin’s were balancing as they did that. This was about as unnatural as you can get, my head out of the water and the uncomfortable feeling of the water evaporating off my skin. I might as well have been balancing plates on my beak.
“Oh, there you are. It looks like you two had a good night together.” Angie surfaced next to me, same as I was. Carol didn’t seem fazed by the change and merely bent down to talk with us better.
“Hey, I got some good news. I met the boss in the parking lot on my way out. I told him to think over what you said. He got angry, and stormed off to his car. ‘You both think it’s so easy to own these dolphins! Fine, I’ll cancel the aquariums order!’ He grabbed his cell phone and dialed. He goes into his car and begins to talk. Then he rolled down his window and shouted to me ‘You can have the damn thing, go ahead! Keep in her your pool if you want! Just get her out of here!’ and then he sped away.” She looked to Angie, who obviously didn’t understand.
“I own you now, Angie.” Carol grinned, “But I’m sending you back to Cam’s island. You’ll be wild again.”
With a loud whistle, Angie did a little spin in her spot while I nibbled Carol’s hands gratefully.
“It gets better, Cam. Since you were fired, you can’t stay here. You’ll be joining Angie back to the island.”
I was too stunned too move. We were both returning to the island, to be together. This couldn’t have gotten any better! Carol grinned again and began to stroke my head. Her gentle skin made me quiver with delight. I began to see why Angie liked being petted so much. She smirked a bit and stood up.
“You’ll have to watch him, Angie.” She said, starting to walk away, “He’s a wild one.”
At this, Angie nudged me beneath my head, closing her eyes a bit.
The ‘movers’ arrived at about 6:30 am. We were hoisted into tanks on the back of an open truck and were sent down to the water’s edge. When we got there, a crowd was gathered to watch them release us. Angie was set in first, and she waited around until I was lowered in. Without a moments hesitation we swam off from the cheering crowd.
We were out about 30miles from the shore. I looked back and saw my home for a quarter of a century was now just a tiny speck off in the distance. I don’t know why, but I felt a sudden urge to return. My house, my family, my ‘friends’, my whole life was back there. I turned back around and faced the speck, wondering if I should go back. Angie, noticing that I wasn’t swimming anymore, swam back to where I was floating, trilling curiously. She tried to coax me back by nudging beneath my head, but I moved away from her. Still confused, she tried to move closer to me, but I moved away again. I was too deep in thought to worry about her right now. Would I be happy living with Angie at the island? Wouldn’t anyone be worried at to what happened to me? Should I return?
Angie, hurt at the lack of attention, let me move and sat silently.
I snapped out of my thoughts. Of course a life with Angie would be much better. It was like starting over with my one true love. I sped over to Angie and, as she squealed in playful surprise, I spun her around once with my beak. Seeing I was back to my normal self, she rolled back upright, brought her mouth close to mine, and began licking the tip of my beak, a kiss I returned to her. I scanned her and became aware that she was getting aroused, with her increased heart rate and blood rushing to her genital area. Feeling me scan her, Angie swam beneath me, turned over, and floated with me, her pussy by my face and my slit by hers. Obliging, I began to lick her warming slit, eliciting Angie to press her pussy closer and rub my belly with hers. Call me crazy, but this was a major turn on for me. It was apparent the things that excited my dolphin body were kicking in, and soon I could feel my internal penis awake. My underside began to grow warm, a pleasant feeling. I could feel my genital cavity filling up, swelling, and felt the seawater against the very tip of my penis. Angie, noticing this, flicked out her tongue and coiled it around my tip. To my surprise, my tip coiled back, almost as if it had a mind of its own.
No, I’m in control I thought to myself, knowing that that was what I wanted to do anyway. As my cock swelled, my genital crack yielded to the pressure and my dick liberated itself from the tight area. Angie let go of the tip and began to rub up and down the shaft, jacking me off. Judging by how she rubbed, I guess my cock was about 9 inches long, 3 inches at the base, and tapered to about ¼ inch at the tip. Practicing with my recently unused penis muscles, I would wrap my penis around Angie’s snout (a feeling impossible to describe!) and press my erect tool underneath her rostrum. We both sensed it was time to begin and I turned over, knowing that male dolphins were usually on the bottom. Angie swam up above me and floated down to my tip, which I thrust in without hesitation.
Angie seemed to gasp, gaping her jaws and bugging her eyes a bit. Perhaps I didn’t even know my own strength! At this point, though, my thoughts seemed to cloud. All I wanted was sex, and didn’t seem to care if I was too big for Angie or not! I began to thrust, stopping occasionally to explore around Angie’s pussy with my penis. Her head began to shake back a bit but it wasn’t as in pain as much as in ecstasy. We both started squeaking with each thrust and I could feel myself starting to cum already. Dolphin sex is great but it’s a bit too short. Angie didn’t seem to be using her pussy as much as she had been before when I was human, merely seemed to let me lose myself in lust. I could feel an immense amount of pressure built up at my base and with one final thrust and squeak, shot my load like a bullet into Angie. She climaxed with me, both of us squealing in unison. I had no idea I could cum that hard (or cum that much!) or else I would have pulled out. Angie was now limp, sinking slightly onto me. I was awoken from my powerful lust and now it was obvious I had been too hard on Angie.
But it’s hard to describe. When I sensed Angie getting excited, all I could think about was getting into her. I didn’t care about anything else and I was going to do anything to get my way. I know this sounds a bit cruel, but if Angie had tried to swim away I would have bitten her. Now, though, I was out of it and feeling guilty to have been so rough.
The dolphin mind is a powerful thing. If you don’t respect it, it will bring you down.
I pushed her up to the surface so she could get some air. While I waited, I licked her head and beak, grateful she didn’t try to resist my effort. I made a mental note not to lose my head next time as I watched my cum trail out of her pussy.
I waited for about five minutes, getting increasingly worried until Angie stirred. She opened her eyes and, seeing me, jumped back slightly. Then, seeing I was no longer in my lust stage, swam back and began to lick me too. I squeaked out something close to “I’m sorry, I’m sorry”. She seemed to understand and began to kiss me.
Then, when she was least expecting it, I swam around and nibbled her on the tail. Clicking excitedly, she shook me off and tried to swim back to my tail but I dove downwards, avoiding her jaws. She bolted past me and the second I turned upwards, she swam to me and gently nudged me with her rostrum.
We continued this cetacean game of tag for about 10 minutes; spinning, chasing, nibbling, nudging, darting, and for the whole time making those mock laugh noises. Then, by coincidence, we bumped into each other as we were swimming upwards, falling back downwards belly-to-belly. We were calming down after chasing each other. Since we were touching bellies, I became aroused and could feel my cock awakening again. I shook off the powerful lust again and pulled my tool back, forcing it to stay in me. I wasn’t going to hurt Angie again.
Ready to swim again, we broke apart and rose to the surface, gathering air before diving down again. Before going back down, I looked back to Florida one last time. Angie nudged my side before I could start thinking again. I ‘grinned’ and turned back around, raising my flukes out of the water as if they were my middle finger, pointed them to the land, and my mate and I swam off, ready to start our new life.
(Back to the story)
My eyes slowly opened, and I saw with slight disappointment that I must have dreamt the whole thing. No dolphin body and spending a new life with Angie, no nothing. I was just a human sleeping with a dolphin. I didn’t seemed fazed as I lay in the dream’s afterglow. Angie, who had been resting the whole time, stirred. Her head bowed forward and she moved her tail back, like she was stretching, then she opened up her eyes. Judging by the moon, we must have only been asleep for twenty minutes.
“Hi Angie,” I said, rubbing around her blowhole, “Did you sleep well?”
She bent her head down and nibbled my shoulder. I could have sworn that she squeaked something like “You’re it”. She looked up at me with a playful gleam in her eye. Did she have the same dream I had?
“Did you want to swim around a bit?” I loosened my grip so that Angie could move a bit. Dolphins are usually active and by now she must a been uncomfortable.
“Don’t worry, its fine” I told Angie, who seemed hesitant. Though she could be a little sarcastic sometimes, Angie never wanted to offend or insult me in anyway. She must not have wanted me to feel like she was leaving me, but I didn’t mind.
After reassurance, Angie moved from my grip and let me pull my cock out of her. She started to swim around near me, working out her muscles. I waited in the shallow pool and watched Angie swim around. Occasionally she would move close to nudge at my dick or coax a petting. I would talk to her and things would be as casual as they were before.
“You seem happy tonight”
“whee-aaa!”
“I know, that was intense!”
We spent the rest of the night cuddling, playing, and having sex. None of the other experiences were as intense as the first one but they were all great. Once in a while Angie would take me for a ride around the pool but with such a small space she couldn’t reach her dizzying speeds. I lost track of the time during the night and must have fallen asleep, holding Angie.
“CAMERON, wake up NOW!”
Carol’s voice pierced through the morning air. She stood above Angie and me, a half look of anger on her face. It had the same atmosphere of the “Wife returns home from work, finds her husband and secretary doing some missionary work” scenario. I let go of Angie and stood up. Surely Carol was going to tell someone, or start to hate me. Looking in her eyes, she was obviously thinking “What are you doing naked with that dolphin, you sick freak?”. I was about to say “You don’t understand…” When Carol glanced over me, head to toe. Her cloudy expression grew a twinge of a grin, and she uttered in a stern voice “Look, just get dressed. I can talk to you when you’re done.” She threw my clothes to me. I looked back to the dolphin who sat in the pool, looking blankly up at me. Like I’ve said before, sex is a natural thing for all dolphins and seeing anyone frowning upon any form of it was confusing to them. I smiled to her to ease her confusion and scurried off to the employee bathroom.
The only thing running through my mind was “Carol’s going to call the cops”. Wasn’t this sort of thing illegal in Florida? I thought about how my perfect last night with Angie was ruined by a rude awakening. Why hadn’t I stayed up long enough to watch for Carol?
I came back out with all my things. Carol didn’t have the angry look anymore, but she didn’t quite look happy.
“Look, Carol, I know what you’re thinking…”
She raised her hand and stopped me. “Cam, don’t even worry about it. I know you weren’t hurting Angie in any way. You respect her too much to do that. I won’t tell anyone, so calm down.”
Angie clicked rhythmically behind us, subtly asking for attention.
“It looks like you too had a good night anyway.” She said, smiling a little bit, “But Angie is going to be transferred. You should leave before the ‘movers’ come by. If I were you I wouldn’t be able to stand her being lifted into truck.”
I knew she was right. It was time to say goodbye to Angie one last time. Slowly, I walked to Angie, who lighted up at seeing me return. Doing my best to look cheerful, I bent down to be face to face with Angie.
“I guess this is goodbye, girl.”
Her lightened mood faded and was masked by that of sadness. This was it, no more ‘See you tomorrow’ or ‘I’ll be back’, this was the last time I would get to see her. Angie, my friend, my lover, my mate, she would be out of my life. She let out a soft sort of whimpering sound and began to nibble on my fingers. I let her, stroking her around her head. Then, after she let go, I moved in close and kissed her for the last time. If Angie was human, she would have been crying right then. I whispered to Angie “I’m going to get you out of this, I swear to you.”
Half of Angie seemed to say “You know it’s no use.” The other half cried out “I hope so!”
It’s weird. I was able to save her from a net and from dying on the beach, but in a moment where her life didn’t depend on it, I was helpless to save her.
Knowing I had to go, I stood up. “Goodbye, my love” were the last words I spoke to her. I turned my back and let Carol lead me out of the door.
I didn’t feel as sad as Angie was, mostly empty. We walked down the stairs to the office and out of the door. As we walked through the narrow corridor I came to the realization that we would pass the tank. I would have to avoid seeing Angie behind the glass walls. As we approached, my mind furiously pulsed the phrase “Don’t look, don’t look, don’t look”. We passed by the tank, and I looked. Sure enough, Angie was swimming nearby, looking as empty as I felt.
Was this how I wanted my last memory of Angie to be?
“No…” I said out loud, answering my own question, “NO!!”
Furiously I turned back, trying to run but found myself being wrestled back by Carol.
“Cam, let it go! There’s nothing you can do!”
“NO!!!”
I could still see the tank slightly. If only Carol would let me go, I could see Angie again.
Carol jerked me back and I knew it was futile. I started to sob, walking with Carol with my face buried in one of my hands. We found a bench and sat down. Carol wrapped her arms around me, and at this point I was too crushed to compare her embrace to Angie’s.
She waited until I calmed down a bit before speaking.
“Cam, I know it’s tough when a dolphin leaves, but that’s life. I know you were lonely most of your life and so was Angie. She was sent by the Lord for you, your own personal angel. Maybe that’s why she has that scar on her underside, she’s a gift from God. Imagine where you would be if you hadn’t met her.”
She was right. I had been going into a slow downward spiral of depression after my father and brother died. I had always felt that they were the only people I could relate to but they had both gone out of my life. If I hadn’t met Angie, I would be in deep depression by now, maybe even suicidal. I had always thought I saved Angie’s life, but the truth is she saved mine.
I stopped sobbing and we both stood up. We walked to the parking lot where my car was sitting, overlooking the dolphin arena. An overhang had been built and hid the pool from my parking space, which I was thankful for. We reached my car but Carol stopped me before I could get in.
“Cam, don’t worry. I know how you feel. I’m a delphinic zoophile, just like you. That’s one of the reasons why I work here. I had always hoped I would get a chance with a dolphin. I guess when I saw you I felt more jealously, and I’m sorry for that. You’ve gotten lucky, Cameron. Few DZ’s get to fulfill their fantasies.”
Delphinic zoophile? Me? I was only attracted to Angie, not any other dolphin. Instead of objecting I let Carol continue.
“Angie’s never going to forget you, I can tell you that. Who knows, you might see her again soon. Well, goodbye Cameron. It was a pleasure working with you.”
I shook her hand and she left. Carol, a delphinic zoophile?
I stood at my car, waiting for Carol to be out of sight. She disappeared behind the glass entrance doors and I felt better, yet still empty. My last memory of Angie was-
Suddenly, I hear a splash. I look over to the pool and see a sleek grey figure leap through the sky. Angie, glistening in the rising sun, waves her fin to me and squeals out what I hear as “I love you”. Then, she falls back to Earth and I heard a slight splash. My mouth gapes wide open.
A lone tear rolls down my awe stricken cheeks, and I raise up a hand and wave.
“I love you too, Angie.”
