A Splash From the Deep end


Written by Septia.


The weight of the tent fabric bore down on my back. It was at times likes this that I appreciated my… petite endowment, barely allowing me to crawl under the arch between the reinforced tent fabric. Though it wasn't an easy feat. Arms outstretched to plant onto the marine ceramic, the coarse surface giving me the impression of a sandy beach frozen in time. I reeled up, arching to imitate a seal to gain leverage, feeling the taut fabric brush down my spine as I gyrated my hips through… It caught onto my underwear, when I heaved forwards. -Chrrtsh- And flopped forth onto the moist plastine with the bottom half of my swimsuit trailing back around my ankles. My stomach compressed against the ground in the rhythm of my heaves. With a grasp of resolution I battered my hand after the tail fin strap on my bathing suit, reeling the garment back into place. 
	Sitting up, I got an overview of the enclosure: pushed barges and viewing areas, shielded with walls of plastic and stalls along the side, locked and sealed or built into the foundation itself. All encircling the triple-ovular pool. Certainly larger than our house, but it was also housing more tenants. Stumbling up, I teetered forwards; eager in my step but caution in my breath. This section of the park was closed off, there shouldn't be anyone here. Except for… them. Followed the rim of scrubbed poly-foam till it cratered, smoothed in a faint tilt towards the pool, where splotches of water laid drained back towards the basin. 
	“Is there anyone home?” The water laid still. 
	I clutched my necklace, lips furrowed to a pencil stroke as I surveyed the waters. A ripple on the surface? A wave to meeting the brim? A fin peeking up …? Any sign that they also hadn't been transferred? 
	The glimmer in my eyes faded. My expression falling heavy down my cheeks. Staring at the shallow water licking after my toes. So much for all that work to sneak in. My relinquished hope choked a hold of my frontal lobe; my mind unable to accept it, after all this… Maybe I could sneak back before anyone figured out I was gone… There should be ample time for tha… -Sskrrkkcsssth- The crash I heard was the rock thrown through my prison of glass, shattering my lacking conviction, and steering my eyes upwards… There, in a silhouette against the early afternoon sun, stretched a slender physique, slimming in both ends. One sprawling out to a heart shaped fin, and the other slimming to a plush sight. 
	Its jaws parted, and a series of inter stitched clicks serenaded me, rousing my blood pressure from stable to simmer to boiling. 
	I reeled in one gasp at the moment, and that air had to last, for the moment stretched on. As I now stood on that beach frozen in time, watching the dolphin hanging at the zenith of its breach. 
	Their skin a light cherry, and their dorsalfin lifted by a pillow of muscle, water droplets painted a sky of stars around its form, and, accentuated its smooth, sculpted body. A Pink humpback… and brimming with life and warmth. I caught my reflection in its black marble eyes, holding a promise… an invitation. The surface swallowing their shape, and leaving by a thin circle rippling outwards. 
	“Phaa-gahauu…” I caught my breath again, holding over my heart. I was suddenly breathing a lot all at once, two, three breaths at a time. My palpitations only exacerbated by the blotches of shade I spied out in the pool. They were still here. I saw a bottle nose, rough toothed, white beaked… so many species, all interacting in the same school. I wormed my way out of my shirt, cursing it for not letting go of the tangles in my white hair left form the sneaking operation. But then, I stood ready, dolphin pattern’d swimsuit laid bare to no one but the these magnificent spirits of the ocean. And they were the only ones who would get to see it. 
	The flood of bubbling foam rushed past past my face as the water engulfed me, after my first stroke out into the pool, I opened my eyes. My view laid entranced in a crystal turquoise, and through the water I could see them, flying through the water with grace unrivaled, fins outstretched and heads gently bobbing. The pink humpback was there, closing in, I could see its eye up close as it spun around me, so happy that I had taken its offer. A shiver crept through my skin as its flipper brushed against the side of my exposed tummy. So soft, immaculate, inviting.. It stayed by my side, hovering. My heart raced. I reached out, laying an arm around his back, gently holding the flipper, and then he soared ahead, the water resisting me, but pressing me close to him, I would share in his aura, his coo milling over the water. We circled in the pool. I saw bottle noses swimming in a pair, a Right whale dolphin circling near the bottom, the black on his back standing out against the blue bottom. It swooped up beside us for a moment, without a dorsalfin, I was surprised how mobile he still was. There were the white beaked, the humpbacks, a rough toothed tailing along behind my ride, though merely observing, not attempting to catch up. It swam aside from the others, but was corralled in by the bottle noses, the guardians of this school. They invited me into their kingdom, their beauty and splendor, in this little slice of the sea. My chest ached in admiration and honors… and… lack of air. 
	Releasing the Pink Humpback, I took another glance around me, wanting to keep it fresh in my memory even as I surfaced. Breaching the roof of the pool, I sucked in air, coughing… how long had I stayed under…? It still ached after a few breaths-… A shadow loomed above. Then, foam soaked into my face, washing through the gaps in my eyes following the weight crashing into my back, a sledgehammer of tautly weaved muscles. Crashing in my spine. I gasped out, and watched as a lungful of bubbles fled my maw, soaring up towards the surface. It was the white beak, bearind gown on my back, slapping me back into their realm. Swimming down. I rolled out from under him, scrambling towards the surface, breaching, gasping for breath in the graze of the sun. “I'll be back soon, I g-gotta breathe just like you-.” I said, and saw the rough tooth peeking up ahead of me, trailing in my direction. Its snout smoothed and balled compared to the other's distinct nose beaks. “Hey there, dear, just don't be so rough to begin with, I really wanna spend as much time with you as Ifmwphggbrlg.” It tackled me. Its beak battered into my ribs as it brought them down. Their jaws shifting open a glance, just enough for me to see the sharp molars inside. 
	I tried to breathe in, slapped over my maw, and shoved them out of my way, my arms growing weak when I swamp to the surface again. “Phahaa haha… p-please just…” I tried to reason with them, another shove. A smack in the back of my head, just gracing through the top of my hair, but it was enough to tumble me below again. Spinning in the water and clutching my fists to my mouth. I could catch the silhouette of the bottle noses, meeting up with one another once again and coming towards me. Had its tail fin been lower… I'd… I… The turquoise hue burned into my retinas, the vision of the dolphin's bountiful kingdom corrupted, tainting in a warped parody of itself. My vision focused now on the shades, rather than that the illuminated, and I realised… just how clouded my vision was, how little I could see after just a few arm lengths, and the shine of gray and black, and white around me, less the passage of soaring spirits, than living arrowheads. 
	Conflict rampaged through my body, but one decision was made clear. Escape. Adrenaline pumped through my system, jettisoned me forwards, out of the bottle noses's path, and my arms went from flailing to practiced strokes, whipping up bubbles in my manic motion to reach the surface, obstructing my vision even more. Why was I running? These were… they… I couldn't listen, there was no time, there was only salt in my eyes as I scrambled for an escape. An edge, a limit. Anything. A reflective shimmer. I turned away, but then… it didn't move. Behind, there were silhouettes, darkened black spots carved into my eyes, whipping forwards. I turned, rushing towards the glimmer, it had to be what I thought it was. Please, please… please, anything. I made out a pattern of rectangles, with a glistening reflection trailing along its side. A ladder. Steel and plastic, sturdy, secure. I had to escape… from… but they… -Brrwhptsh- A slam at my back, and suddenly, the ladder grew closer at a rapid pace. 


“Bgouga. Pghaa. Ghosuga…” I coughed up water, draining and gurgling in lungfuls of treated drink, I had to strain to have my lips not dip past the surface, but there was air… The ache cropped up at the back of my head, down my neck. The rubber step bearing down on my neck, holding my right shoulder in place. My head was through the gap in the staircase, on the rung just peeking above the surface, slotted in at an angle, so I could see half of the pool to my left. But, it was everything behind me, out of my vision, that had the jolts of black tar creeping through every vertebrae in my spine. They were there… the noises warping through the water, carried by the waves and vibrating my ear. They gathered around me, swimming over one another, weaving closer and closer. Their motions so graceful, yet, they were all honing in towards me. Like sharks, surrounding their prey. Then at the back of them, I spied a fin tipped in a deep, coal-black, fading out into a gray gradient down the frame, a dolphin I hadn't seen in the pool yet, and one that kept its distance, despite is presence shocking my throat like the rungs of the ladder… 


~ 1 ~


 “Hheelgmmgps. Mfmsjr-g.” I grunted out into the water, feelimg a cold mouthful filling my throat, the strung too much effort and the pool water drained into me. Thrashes restricting my breathing — conditioning me to keep my voice down — as the inhabitants of the enclosure neared. I kicked behind me, my body floating, suspended just below the surface. The bottle nose veered out of the way. It tautened my heartstrings to meet the cetaceans with violence. I almost hit the gray humpback, causing it to dive out of the way. My regret roared through my frame, tucking my legs back in, in fear of harming them. If I could just get my head free… that's when I caught sight of the pink humpback, hovering by my side, reaching down to my bent knees with its beak. At first, the sensation of its skin against me, less the plush satin it had once been, and more… a bloated condom, billowing over along my thighs. But then it was contrasted with something denser. Chalk nubs embedded in the sickly gellated gums, drawn across my legs as the bow to a violin, strumming my voice to a inconprehensible shriek. They bumped into me again, brushing their snout against me, each time reaching further up, molars grazing against my skin. They gave out a cheer in the lyrics of melodious tones, though then were accompanied by the threat of punctured skin submerged in a body of water, the beautiful sounds tainted by association. The threat and stress hammering nails of tension into the ridge of my spine. 
	Its beak hooked under my swimtrunks. -Chhrths- Its teeth hooking them, and for a moment the direct pressure of the teeth bore down on my skin, in the next -Ckkrkrstch- the other end digging into my waist before the fabric snapped. A squak came from furhter away, where the granit flipper phased out of my sight. The rough toothed and white beaked joined me. 
	“Mfmwrg mwmgh,” My screams were smothered by my lips, even though I tried to avoid further intakes, but the needles bored into my back when the rough toothed's jaw ground into my right side. Clutching my arms out of the way as the jaw -Cllrthc- snapped after me, they remained hidden behind my back, I was unable to see just how close they were, but the sound was deafening and the faint grace of their teeth seeded the visage of rusty dirks in my head. A motion could disturb them, and then… The frantic breathing sent jets of water up through my nostrils, a spear of chill permeating through my mind, tears budding as I struggled to endure it in silence. My frame bumped to and fro by the flanking dolphins. -Crkrkktchs- Then, a tang of relief. I watched my swimming top, adorned in an interlocking pattern of tail fins, sail off through the water, along with the tail’d bottom. 
	They dispersed. The rough turning tail, leaving me… undressed. Worry sprouted, its roots digging through my grey matter and sinews alike… they undressed me. I spied the shadow on the ladder before it came over me. At once the swollen skin of the pink humpback smothered by back, gluing me to them as they shifted and scurried. Angling my body down to match them, a strain making itself known against my neck. The weight alone posed an issue, but then, the last piece to the puzzle arrived, the one I had dreaded, but slotted so well into place… -Shrlrlptsh- It crept up along my inner thigh, dragging a lubricant onto my skin — parting my legs with the density of a walnut shell. My eyelids shot open. My arms shaking at the clutch of the railing. 
	“W-w-wait sp-please I h-haven't-.” 
	-Shtltptthsh- The thrust thrummed of crumpled, sodden cardboard, as the erection honed in along my cleft and burrowed into my flower. The texture and girth hammered down my thoughts and fears, the tip flinging and hooking to and fro to brush in and part the vulva, as the tentacle of an octopus exploiting my nethers, but in the next moment the pink humpback was reeling for another heave. -Chrrlptsh- The ache echoed from my crotch to my head, rippling and feeding off one another and encouraging each other. The solid battering into my skin was removed from anything I would attribute to a living creature, this was a rock, a bending rock marble column keen on wrecking my insides… There was no give. My flower warped and moulded over the humpback's spears, aided by the clotted, otherworldly phlegm enveloping the marine member dredging into the depth of my birth canal. This, actually rock hard girth, it was not an instrument of pleasure, I belonged to a diva of the depths, it was a battering ram, constructed of metals beyond the stars, beyond my understanding, the opposite of all the cherishable, soft plushness that the dolphins stood for… and it was breaking me apart. 
	“Mgmgm sawah shah wag,” I heaved, panting, toes spreading and legs stretching. The Humpback holding true to its namesake and pinning me down under its bulk. The instrument rooting through my nethers, stretching nerves and tissue to the breaking point, forced to accommodate girth that was of a caliber laid beyond its repertoire, but I wasn't a willing participant, I was the soaked cardboard box beaten to pulp by an organic, rigorous piston. Waves corsed along the surface, sapping into me, throwing water up my nostrils and stinging my senses, numbed from the amount of action pulververising my nethers with milling thrusts… Each hump sparking an intermingling tension of contraction and jolts of discomfort weaving through each other and sprawling out in a network of roots spreading from my mangling my meat… For a moment my mind froze in a snapshot of burning ache. -Chrjrrlspttush- a tendril crawled from the tip of my assailant's pummel, a chubby limb of gelatinous natures, wedging deeper than it had any right to go, sprawling and curling over my walls as a tentacle of polished, melting glass searing my flesh… Then another… joining the first mixing, intertwining in the jettisoned beam of … It punctured something in me, breached a depth with its unworldly, glossy membrane that should have remained hidden…My face, locked jaw open, twitching. 
	The humpback slowed off of my back, dipping back beneath the surface. 
	The gape in my crotch leaned in, strands of seething lubricated glue foam water coursed through my maw, and rolled along my cheeks as I tried to fathom my situation past the tearing discomfort. He had left with something I would not retrieve. In its place a web of viscous, animate tar. As my mind construction a foundation of shallow stability in the chaotic mash of pain a question repeated in my head. 'was this what pregnancy felt like?' 


 In the corner of my eye I saw another approaching, at first the monochromatic grey hues lead me to think to the illusive dolphin at the back, though soon recognizing the mash mashed looped barrel of the white peak. It remained to my left, within view, and… stood, upright in the pool, where his blowhole and head would just pierce the surface. And below it, I saw its genital slit convulsing, warping back as the sheath protruded from within. Then from the sheath, in slow motion, his phallus erupted. A shark pink, matching the flushed coloration of his abdomen, straight up to point in the direction of his head. 
	But as I watched I noticed the hue compile, growing to a deeper shade of carnadine as the mast protruded, thick and rigid. Chills pricked at the back of my neck, watching the white beak flop its genitals, swishing to and fro, dancing in front of me… it was a display. He was showing me how excited he was, nursing the erection he planned to plant into me… He was taunting me. I chipped for breath, breath uneven, my voice a vase teetering on the edge of shattering. “I don't want it, please let m-me go” I sniffled, spitting out pool water as he swimmed up behind me, I reached out to grasp him as I swam. 
	A shrill click came from one of the bottle noses, brushing into my palms with their snouts and then their fins, corralling me as the White beak took its place behind me. The protrusion of a beak scrubbed against my back, feeling its jaw part and close, nibbling the air around my body. 
	“Please, stop, l-let me go.” I wailed, but the white beak was fulfilling his promise. -Chrllspths- The trail up to my crotch already felt well-used, stomped clear by the pink humpback, this porpoise merely emphasizing the path. The Club of a member was cradled by the rear of my cheeks, and despite my protests guided the shaft straight to the spunk drooling orifice. -Shhflrptsh- a bolt of strain burrowed through my hips, as the mast thread through, into my crotch and beating into the fresh opening. The sinew in my crotch screamed with a tremble of strung violin strings, sharing the same dissolution of a metal strings replacing my own flesh and blood. The tension that traveled through them in each -ltwpwwasp- thrust of the shaft blossomed into a strain through my body. My crotch felt like a clam forcefully being pried apart, and yet attempting to contract its hinges to attempt to close once more, but all the continued pressure and bulk splitting my legs meant, at some point the hinges themselves would crack, and I'd be una… 
	The other Dolphins soared around, brushing into one another, pec checking and brushing along with their whole body, but they abstained form engaging with each other, only watching as I got my pussy steamrolled with the rolling pin of a cock… 
	This had not been the scenario I had entertained when I would be fawned over by a school of these stewards of beauty. Or for that matter, how I had ever pictured intercourse. The bones in my pelvic bone rattled. The pumping of the ghastly gunk ejected in a torrent of tendrils to engulf my insides. The talons of spunk slobbering and crawling through the sleek folds of my depths, threading the limits the first had already trodden over, and defiled by the coagulating semen viscera invading my once precious love canals. My teeth gritted together, whistling out air and water throught the gaps in my teeth, legs kicking behind me as the White beak sloughed free. In this moment of transient tranquility, the filaments of fright weaved a carpet of dread. They saw me not as an equal or as a friend to swim alongside of, or eve as a mate, I was a tool… a toy to siphon pleasure and amusement from. This was made all the more clear when the Rough toothed joined up behind me, a lumbering behemoth that rested its jaw on the ladder rung above me. I could hear the huffs above, the air curling around the crags in its jaw, whilst it threaded its dick through the parted carpet. While the ache of being penetrated by… the equivalent of a calcified carrot, much less than a anything adorning a dolphin, was a throbbing discomfort that washed through my system… what stung more was my thoughts. In my depths I still held these creatures to a higher promise — an ideal that was was eroded in every thrust threatening to dislocate my femur. The idea that, their true nature, was not the glossy, smooth ashen skin, but the warped carnage within them. I stared out into the water, my eyes getting irritated parsing through the liquid. Their members looked out of place, unified for the spirits of the sea, it was as if someone had turned them inside out, a contortion o of their true nature, warped and disfigured. Yet, the longer it went on, the more I was convinced that… that was their self, the rest a facade, what I had built in my adoration of them merely a ruse to conceal the brutal, sex crazed nature of these gang of abusers. 
	Another deluge of cetacean batter hurled into my crotch, the walls coated in layer after layer, my abdomen budding outwards with the growing stockpile of sludge they'd deposited into my crotch. The itching stain that was left in its path down my tract simulated the pricking of salt, or the jabbing sting of bitterness, each ejaculation injecting a dose of alcohol distilled from molten rubber, flavored with licorice and congealed to a reinforming jelly. My oxygen dpeirved mind stumbled onto a load of adrenaline, with my body hanging in the water and simmering within a melting pot of aches and strains, I realised that… such little time had passed. The experiences impactful enough for time to slow to a crawl, but… each dolphin hadn't been on me for longer than a minute, even half? Was it supposed to be this quick… The thought disgusted me, and that I'd even bring it up, but through the haze I understood… if I was struggling to breathe already, and not half of them had their way… I wouldn't last… Would they care even in the slightest, if I was passed out? A limp doll rising toward the surface, or would hey just batter my lifeless body back under? Or, maybe they really wanted to... Another fracture through my heart… Their excitement whipped up waves that crept up to my nose and soaked through my hair.


The right whale was next, approaching with a touch of caution, but hen bore its jaw, and, just before it went out of my sight. I paniced, flailing my arm towards it. It pushed me down, the… the molards ground into my skin, sweeping up my arm towards my elbow, streaks of coarse cement milled against my skin. I Screamed, once more silenced by a glue of salt soaked water. I drew my arm back over the surface… red streaks in a lined pattern trailed down it, bruised, but not pierced. A bottle nose surfaced, squealing at me. The melodic tunes faded for the screech of chalk to a blackboard. Tucking my arms back close, huffing through my nostrils and spitting out water while the pectroral-less right whale straddled over my back, the riding beam of manhood grinding into my thighs like the, the pestle to my mortar. I knew it was coming, yet the sensation was… foreign, removed from this reality… it was a betrayal for the thick, cone of a cock to invade me, part and wound me… But I had to take it, gritting my teeth and tucking my arms close, closing my eyes as the -Twwhtmps- hauls of the mast ground through the buildup of spunk sewage festering in my dolphin ditch. I just had to outlast him… I… I didn't want to. I didn't want to hurt them, I was splitting in twain along my crotch but I didn't… The flush of spunk interrupted my thoughts, a globule thick as gelatin lodging into the mess, torrents of spunk tails from the comet lagging behind, delving deeper into my body, further than anything had ever been, and it relished in wrecking havock… I was thankful they couldn't even last ten seconds, but dreading what I had to do… Just as he began to withraw my legs flung up, wrapping around his back… he began to thrash, drawing back, my feet slipping up, I had hoped to catch his fin but… he didn't have one. 
	Just had to …, it my head anticipated. 
	-Chtlptsh- 
	Foam bubbles building around me. Open water, headache… chafed ears. I parted my legs and rushed forth toward the ladder, feeling the coursing of water as the pod swirled into action. But I just needed to… escape… them… my fingers curled around the metal rod, and I drew myself forwards, swinging behind the ladder as they neared, back against the plastic steps, acting as a shield as they converged behind me. I surfaced, grasping in a deep breath, hearing the rattle of the ladder chime and the chorus of shrieks and clicking sqawks of the cetaceans behind me. Safe… safe from… From… part of me wanted to rejoin them, an idyllic fragment of me clinging to their beauty, I had to shake it off. I clambered upwards, heaving my shoulders over the edges of the rim of the pool, and hauling myself up. I had to get out, I had to call for help… 
	-Cdkdnnggk- The reverberation of metal rung in my ears, resonating between the two pill curved rods. I felt my chest constricted, just above the surface. The ladder squeezing back into me… Sandwiching me to the pool's wall.
	I shook my head. 
	“This can't… I… I don't…” I huffed, shaking, a new pain erupted, first in my knuckles, a pitch black needle sting, pricking its way up my arms, converging and feeding off of each other as the sensation seeped into my mind. They were smarter than I could have even imagined, and they weren't keen on seeing me go.


-Shlllrprstsh- A splash of water soaked my back as I peered up, seeing a silhouette over the evening sun, a shadow of a lingering threat, a predator that has me at the end of its gaze. A shroud of glistening droplets weaving out from their body, dots in the sky making a descending web. 
	The bottle nose slid up on the smoothed lip of the pool, clapping its tail into the ground to a halt in its motion and steer back towards me. 
	I shifted, struggled, the ladder pinning me back and clasping into my chest, a vice grip holding me back into their domain, but worse… they weren't restricted to the pool. The bottle nose was such a beautiful sheen of chrome, flippers patting the ground as it clicked invitingly, but as it heaved itself forwards in little hops, I caught glimpses of its sheath, protruding, swelling. 
	Even as it loomed above me I shook my head, pleading without words, but it showed me no such mercy. The air was damp, the closer he came, the more brine I could smell emanating from him. Even as it caught up to me, it only continues, its flipper patting over my shoulders, arched over me to the water, and lined up its peduncle, with its solid steel meat, and tt jabbed against my nose, -Kkrwktsts- I heard a crunch reverberating from the jab, my nose splintering in ache. The very tip of his shaft peeking up my nostril before it reeled back and aimed. 
	“Amwmrmngmgmpwh, mpwrhhgrw.” I groaned out in pain, the shaft slotting right into my open maw, teaching me another lesson of following their directive, unless I wanted to get hurt. His mast slotted into my mouth, lips stretching to accommodate the hunk of raw muscle, immediately assaulting my palate with the stench of a fermentation, tart pickled stake left to ruminate in the dolphin's own crotch pouch. -Shrrlptsh- But then the rest of it came… The cock dominated my mouth, thrusting past the limitations of my spirit and body all the same, stretching back to grind at the top of my maw. The oversized parsnip of a shaft plugged up my lips taut, the girth of a wrist sprung into the back of my mouth. I felt the hinges at my lower jaw… Made aware of their purpose as I had never been before, a part of my body I never spared a thought to was now a burning hot issue in my mind. The grind of bone and clamping aches rage through the sides of my maw as if one was tightning a bolt over them, and each section revolved the bolt a touch lower. The shoves had me pushed back over the pool, grunting with the bulk of the dolphin bearing down on my head… in the water they appeared as though ethereal grains gracefully swimming, but outside of the water they were anything but. My head folded to its side, cheeks engorged with the bulk of the shaft plugged into my gob, and feeling the squeaks of my bones as the mast tucked in and wrings out. It reminded me just how small I was to them, and how little effort it would take from their side to smash me into a pancake, thoughts I had never considered in the same breath as the cetaceans before today, but now, it was all I could think of, smothered under the sleek frame, damp skin moulding to my contours and grinding me in place with the thrusts of the shaft. Then, behind me… I heard a shrill melody of clicks, and the brush of smooth membrane on my skin. The muscle root prodding against my cheeks exposed between the rungs of the ladder, and soon enough finding its way in, following the drooping filaments of its cousin's spunk. One end tensed and quivering from the shaft entering my spent womanhood, whilst my face creaked and pulsed white through my mind in ache. Compared to my mouth, my crotch didn't hurt nearly as much… Both of the bottle noses, cramming themselves in one end… and… meeting at their beaks. Over me was the one dipped into the water, and I heard the light squeal and chipping clicks of them nuzzling into each other, as their bodies followed a patting rhythm of thrusts and heaves. This, frank display of my worth to them… dug deep. Even when I was taken as the dolphin's sex slave, gang banged by sex crazed miniature whales… I was not the main event. I was entertainment, the sponsor holding up the the landbound one, to reach down and snuggle with his mate below. I was tucked in the middle, like the movie a couple goes to see on a date. To them, my worth laid in the time they got to sped with each other and getting off. Was my struggle to any avail? I couldn't tell if I tasted the salt of the water, the obscene, malshaped mass plugging my maw, or my own tears. I felt like crying, but I also felt that I hurt all over. The motion of their humps rocked me back and forth compacted under the dolphin above and gargling the taut pain arching through my jaw. I felt the squirming of blubber above me, and soon the thump of the cock in my mouth. A cascade of brine soaked slime vomited from the dick. A rank tart odoour of burnt rubber soaked in crab piss engulfed my maw, the splatter of batter chucked into the back of my gullet to wind down my throat whether I wanted to or not, feeling the globules of dolphin cock batter grease up my throat and splay dollops of its load into my cheeks, gums gluing my teeth in the onslaught of cum. Soon after the bottle nose still submerged reached climax, delivered into my flooding caverns, plastered in its gunk to distend my abdomen outwards, the bulge flattening up against the wall of the basin, and straining my gut. Tendrils of the spunk trickled out of my snatch, crawling down like an orgy of slugs through my birth canal and cascading from the splayed entrance. 
	Back up at my mouth, the constant grinding was wearing down on my nerveous system, numbing my jaws, so I couldn't tell how close my jaw was to unhinging, if it already had, … but the taste… the drooling slurry of concentrated brine and liquified tarp staining my taste buds, the acidic tang to it shanking my nerves in its sour talons, giving me faint sensations in my cheeks and spent tongue as the bottle nose ground his cock to the back of my throat… even with everything I had to deal with, the sensation of the tip of his cock wringing and hooking at my neck like a little… boneless finger as my body protested. 
	Even once finished, the bottle nose above just… laid there, leaving my jaw ticking at the edge of usability, the constant strain incorporated into my muscles. It was… torturing me. Was it knowingly? Did is just, enjoy the warmth of my mouth enveloping his cock…? I wasn't expected to complain, move, the faintest struggle. My neck was getting tired, my head fallen asleep and prickling beneath him. I was at their mercy, … watching how they tore my body apart for their pleasure. My chest constricted. I knew I was crying now… it was streaming.. It was one thing to be disregarded, it was another to treated with such vitriol and spite. Some part of me, should be happy. The part that never dared to admit it wanted to do more than jut get to know them… but I despised that part of me, and even if I didn't, I had gotten much more than I could handle. Like my jaw, I was on the verge of breaking. 
	My heart stopped for a moment. Feeling the sliming, creeping dripping in my abdomen… we were both mammals… what if… it, couldn't be. It was impossible for me to even, bear a child with… but the thought had nestled in, and gotten quite comfortable in my psyche, bringing me to a future where my family wondered why my stomach was getting bigger, and when they found out… how they would see me, how my fascination all these years, going from a hobby they supported since I was young… to a new, depraved, disgusting light. At that moment, what could I say to defend myself. How could they take me back, a spent, cetacean cock toy… could I be a daughter again? Or a girlfriend, … even… a person. My gut constricted, sending the miasmic pool of genetic material higher up my frame, I was sure of it… each moment, doubt faded. 


~ 2 ~


A gush of water interrupted my dread, I could see the trickle of it droop down the side of the bottle nose. A clicking came from team. At first, it went Unreciprocated: A small thud followed. The chunk in my mouth retracted, wedging out through my tensed lips, and withdrawing back into the sheath, as the bottle nose sloped back into the pool, the length of its tail gracing past my head. I looked up to see wha-. And then there was pain, agony splintering through my maw, the hinges teetering on the edge, frozen open in the sculpt of the bottle nose's girth. My jawline swamped in strain and when I tried to move them, I heard a creak, as that of a door leading to a dilapidated interior, matching my own position. After a few moments, I regained, an amount, of composure, and peered up. It was the Dolphin scooting up to me. It was one I didn't recognized, but at the same time familiar. Its body a gradient palette with a clear pearl white along its middle, fading out to ash, to chrome, and at the tips of their fins and flipper a stark coal-black. A black dolphin. 
	It turned its face towards me, blinking, contemplating. Despite being smaller than most of the species in the pool, this Black dolphin had convinced the bottle nose to move quickly, so she had some influence. 
	I gently rocked my lower jaw back and forth, till I could eventually seal my lips back together, still hearing a light crunch as I did so. 
	The dolphin approached, scootching towards my ladder prison. 
	“I j-just need a moment.” I mumbled, trying to plead to them. 
	They stopped. Tilting its head up, the smooth beak barely protruding from their smooth face. Despite the pain and struggle, despite how foul their image had become to me, they were still beautiful… and that was scary. 
	They scootched up, heaving themselves up against the arch of the ladder, resting their body onto it, which just about cradled their frame. While being one of the smaller ones, they far surpassed my stature… and now I was staring up at them, towering in all their glory. I peered down, following the dark patter, till I saw the their genital slits… three of them… As they moved closer, they confirmed my suspicion. Their slit parted, and the plush v cup folded out, a vul of a glistening peachy pink, rosy and plump. It was almost… as big as my head. The snatch contracted, winking at me, before it closed in. 
	-Chssllptsu- It clamped onto my face like a suction cup, the smooth flesh enveloping my features, descending me into the depths of the humid tunnel, water with a breeze of unkempt musk, a brine that stung like a carpet of nails through my nostrils. The female rocked onto me, grinding my face into their nethers, lips clapping and smacking at the sides of my face, humping in with the squeal of a bike tire encapsulating my hearing. 
	“Mpwr gmpgwha,” I gasped, the stinging air infused to the core in the female's odour all that siphoned air to my lungs. -Hscllrpths- with a crinkle, her lips swelled outwards, then tucked back in against my face, drawing back, to swell up again… her pussy was suckling on my face, drawing me In with a rhythmic grind to massage the sensitive walls around me, soaked in folds of cetacean flesh curtains. 
	As oxygen drained from my brain, I realised, in a moment of clarity, that… this was not breeding behaviour. This was separate from the males wanting to impregnate me. This, black dolphin, wanted to get off on me… a pure, selfish, act of pleasure. For all my adoration, all I amounted to for them… was a toy. As the sucking clasp of her pussy constricted my face, worry of porpoise pregnancy left my thoughts. They didn’t care about it, why should I waste time worrying if it would happen or not. The spunk stuffing my snatch and gut, was all just mortar weighing me down.. It made me wonder, would they care for a toy, when it sank? 


~ 3 ~


	“Hmmmr… looks to still be breathing,” a park watcher for Ocean embassy mumbled. 
	“What's that?” another one wondered, sliding down on their chair across the monitor room, ”We got another beached one?” 
	“Hm… something like it… you could say.” They directed them towards the camera feed. 
	“Oh…” a long pause, then a heavy sigh. “Looks like we got ourselves a blow-ho…”