\n\t\t\t\t\tincorgnito, a picture of my ott having some underwater fun with one of \n\t\t\t\t\tdolphinsanity's phins!With a short story written by
\n\t\t\t\t\tdolphinsanity, titled "Driftwood":~~~~~~~
“You’re sure the enchanter isn't around?” Asrael the otter inquired.
He was addressing a masculine-looking bottlenose dolphin, unclothed, crouching by where the dock met the main path that led up the slope toward the island’s hotel.
“Gone till evening,” the dolphin answered. “Some sort of mage business.” He shrugged broadly, lifting both hands with fingertips tucked.
Asrael gathered this meant portal magic was involved. Cheerful Dolphin Island was remote and tiny, so there wasn’t anywhere else to go. He took a glance behind him -- saw the Anputian skiff rowing back toward to the now-distant merchant vessel by which he had gotten here. For some reason, the jackal boatman was grinning.
The otter turned back. He had not been told to expect a dolphin other than Enchantressor Sanity, and he was getting tripped up by that fact, however briefly.
It probably wasn’t helping matters that the dolphin in question was kind of a hunk, possibly an aquatic survivalist type. The way he was crouching was not exactly civilized and pushed some of the otter’s buttons in a subtle way.
If anything, Asrael was feeling a little flustered by being greeted by someone like this, but he tried to stay focused: “You are one of their servants, or--?”
“Servant, in a manner of speaking,” the dolphin cut in, his voice deep and confident. There was a chittering, giggly sound as he stood up, his fluked tail thumping twice on the path’s edge. Asrael noticed the man’s slit was developing a pink tinge along its perimeter, as if the mere sight of the otter had made him horny. Or maybe the dolphin had already read the attraction in his demeanor and felt inclined to reciprocate.
“Maybe I can show you around,” the dolphin offered. “Keep you company in the meantime.” There was a cozy clandestineness and suggestive tone to it -- but this was followed by a blunter, confirmatory question: “That IS why you’re here, right?”
Asrael swallowed and made a flat smile. Well, yes… that was part of the reason. Granted, when he put in his reservation with the mage-guild agent back in Anputia, he had been promised a romp with a hydra. A hermaphroditic dolphin enchanter and hir hydra servant, but an all-male offer from someone more rugged was looking awfully attractive right now. If he was honest, a male was really his preference, but he had been prepared to do what was needed in order to socialize with the enchantressor and hopefully ask hir some questions about the nature of magic in this world.
He had been planning on leaving himself pent up for that, but…
The dolphin rolled his shoulders back -- flexed a bit, calling some silent attention to his meaty, subtly muscled body. Smooth and not chiseled, but there was plenty of strength there. The guy was evaluating him, in a way that looked so perfectly inviting…
This was a sex-resort island after all, if one didn’t mince words too much about it. He was technically already here. The reality of it was coming over him like a magical aura, even though he was pretty sure it was just his own chronic horniness talking.
Asrael’s lower pair of hands clenched while the upper pair made a nervous, rapid pawing motion along his chin and short, orange beard. Forward sexual casualness was a turn-on for the otter. Though, if this dolphin really was one of Enchantressor Sanity’s servants, then perhaps he already knew that from how the otter had listed his preferences when seeking a stay here.
In any case, either this dolphin had been informed that Asrael was inbound… or else he was one of those crazy long-distance swimmers from Delphi, casually stopping here in hopes of a bang while in the middle of some kind of month-long island-hopping swim across the Middle Sea -- and he really was just this forward with people, naturally.
Asrael didn't say it -- he refused to make the pun -- but the guy was quite a catch. Maybe he was really only a friend or recurring guest of the enchanter’s looking for a pickup -- a plus-one to spend the afternoon with. He had heard that shi charged less, or on occasion nothing at all, for particularly magically “interesting” figures, which had been part of Asrael’s own angle in coming here, as he had some qualities which were literally out of this world. He wondered what this dolphin’s story was.
But he also didn’t wonder enough to ask yet, because he was starting to have that familiar, blood-rushing feeling down in his groin. It wasn’t outwardly obvious, but he felt it within his special loin wrap. While he was dithering, his genitals were eagerly casting their vote on the matter.
“What sort of companionship?” Asrael asked, trying to sound coy -- and not like someone who had spent the last six months living in Anputia among orgy-having jackals.
“There’s no need to be shy,” said the dolphin, whose tone indicated that he absolutely did not believe Asrael’s protests. “I’ve got room enough for what you need.” He offered a hand and nodded toward the beach nearby. “Several hours still until dusk. We can make all the fun we want in the meantime.”
Asrael took the offered hand. This type of strong, suddenly aroused appetite for sex was very much in his nature as a fey otter. This dolphin had piqued his curiosity, and Asrael wanted to learn about him in a context where he always felt thoroughly at home: the throes of pleasure.
“Fun sounds good,” the otter answered, low-key and casual. He stopped acting because it was clear he wasn’t fooling anyone. He dropped his traveling pack off on a small rock, high enough that the tide should not get it even if they stayed out there for a while.
They stepped into the shallows together -- cool ocean water flowing over their feet. Asrael felt it first on his soles, while the natural waterproofing of the rest of his coat kept the soaking at bay.
“Northlander otter,” the ‘phin observed, “yet you’re coming from Anputia. World traveler?”
“You could say that,” the otter answered, taking the gray hand with the lower right of his own quartet of brown ones. “I was down south, uh, working. But I had an awakening of sorts and decided to head back.” (By which he meant, back to the world I originally came from, if I can figure out how.)
The dolphin stepped forward gradually -- Asrael following, starting to pick at the edges of his loincloth with one hand as he debated when to unleash the beasts. He wanted to make it sexy… but, at this rate, they might reach full size and hardness before he got the thing removed.
The phin noticed his anticipation and whistled. “Let me guess, you played with the wrong jackal and now you’re packing extra down there?” He gestured casually at the loin wrap, which enfolded his hips and bottom fully, still looking totally innocent to the outside world.
“It’s complicated,” admitted Asrael, who didn’t want to explain that he had some sort of latent hyperphallic qualities that had responded strongly to the magic of this world, and to the energy of Anputia in particular.
“Show ‘em!” said the dolphin, grinning to show his pointy teeth. “I’ve had Anputian before.”
Asrael sighed as the water reached his knees. The dolphin's excitement was infectious enough that he indeed wanted to show ‘em. No need to be dramatic about something that was already impressive on its own. He could pull his enchanted garment off and let it all free right now -- let it all hang for the inquisitive ‘phin to see.
So he did.
His “bigger on the inside than on the outside” underwear revealed an oversized double-stuffed sheath and a quadruple set of heavy testicles as he tugged himself free of it. The process of getting his nuts out made him slow down, the compression making him move more gingerly. Their full girth was a little too big for the opening unless he stretched it just right, though it was at least loose enough not to feel too much like a ball cuff while it was worn.
Scooting in shoulder-to-shoulder, the dolphin gave Asrael’s left thigh a squeeze -- hand creeping around as if to assess the situation before diving in fully. The otter offered the corresponding two arms in a sideways embrace -- felt the hand exploring along his inner thigh, and then onto the base of his upper shaft.
Both specimens were already plump and hanging more than a foot beyond the sheath -- half mast or so. Lately, they didn’t quite fit all the way back into the sheath anyway, even when flaccid. The last jackal noble he had played with had assured him the “insistent size” would “sort itself out” with time, and had given him a nice body oil to use to help keep the tip moist in the meantime. Two weeks later, they weren’t getting any smaller… and he kind of didn’t want them to…
The dolphin whistled again -- louder this time, and chittered. “Pure black, too. You’re either related to the jackals, or you got a big dose of their power.”
It unnerved Asrael that the dolphin was talking so casually about it, like some experimenter who had seen it all before. It might have put him off of wanting to play if he wasn’t so… well…
Throb…
Pent up beyond words?
Throb…!
Needing like a dozen jackals to jerk him off right now?
Throb…!!
Needing to feel someone’s belly swell with the amount he was ready to put out?
THROB!!
…and just like that, right there in the shallows, he was growing ragingly erect in front of the stranger. Both black shafts stiffened and rose proudly above his quadruple balls, the latter coming sagging to rest as their heft was partially buoyed by the water.
As he swelled, Asrael squeezed one of the dolphin’s hands. The dolphin squeezed back, grinned, and then let go. That pinkness at the slit was deepening…
Asrael looked at the dolphin’s melony head and considered the size. Fully hard, one of the shafts just might fit down the man’s large maw, without needing to resort to something like stretching magic. Asrael had no idea whether the dolphin’s rear could take something this thick, or what exactly the guy had in mind.
“Hmm, spectacles with no lower rim,” the dolphin idly remarked while looking Asrael in the eyes, as if cheekily to ignore the enormous erections all of a sudden -- though, those smooth hands didn’t stop their fondling as he spoke.
Asrael chuckled, idly feeling up the bases of each of his shafts and overlapping fingers with the phin. “Yeah?” The surging horniness was making it harder to parse the dolphin’s point in talking about his eyes, but touching himself while being handled so casually felt wonderful, and so did the nice support the water was giving him down there.
“Never seen a design like it,” said the dolphin, while petting more firmly over the lower of the two shafts. You have nice eyes.”
“Heh…” The stroked cock flinched as the hand found a good spot.
The dolphin’s arms got more involved -- curling around the shafts, hands stroking and rubbing at them. The smooth, slightly oily skin curling and tugging was doing good things for him, even if a single hand couldn’t fully engulf one of them.
The otter let out a rising, slightly moaning vocalization. It felt great to let it all out like this… having his assets ogled and enjoyed by someone who could appreciate them.
The “nice eyes” comment had briefly made Asrael doubt whether his special glasses were currently doing their job -- shielding others from the hypnotic waves that passively emanated from his emerald irises -- but then he remembered people sometimes still complimented eyes even when they weren’t enthralled.
Which the dolphin did not seem to be. The dolphin was just horny, and skilled in that element, using that sleek body to provide the sort of cock-worship that would get a guy like himself going in a hurry.
He felt a particularly vivid pulse from his shafts -- the pair of them bloated and rigid, riveting his attention on the sensations of the dolphin’s touch.
“They’re a lot to handle,” murmured Asrael as the dolphin kept fluffing up his arousal.
“Mm, never fear. We’ll sort out all of this swelling in short order~”
The otter slowly exhaled as the pleasure grew. He was getting there -- not to orgasm, but to that nice plateau in which the bulk of a good romp would happen. Even this little bit of foreplay was enough to open up that rapport he needed to let his arousal deepen. He wasn’t sure, but he could swear his balls were thickening -- his sack feeling tighter despite the water’s support.
He felt the urge to grow for this man, even if massive further growth wasn’t really possible right now. He wanted to give this man his entire size. He wanted to enjoy what this man could do, and he wanted to enjoy it fully.
As if in response, the dolphin’s pink, tapered member slipped out -- emerging so swiftly that its motion made an audible slosh, breaking the surface of the water along the man’s waistline. He turned and rubbed it in along Asrael’s fur -- hands meeting the otter’s waistline -- and then rocked his hips and chest to glide his body and shaft along each of the otter’s erections: wiggling up under the top one, and flexing his shaft down against the lower.
The dolphin lowered himself slightly, and the beak and crest of his head played over the underside of the upper shaft, giving Asrael a new series of slick, smooth sensations. The otter got into this dance, grinding back onto the dolphin, sack bumping and sloshing along the water between Asrael’s thighs and the dolphin’s hips. He felt his ebony shafts growing fuller, tighter -- the real size not increasing that much, but the firmness continuing to rise. Together, sensually, they would dance.
Soon straddling him ankle against ankle, the dolphin kept grinding his member against the lower of the otter’s pair, while the tips of both formed a double-stacked, pulsating lumber-pile against the dolphin’s chest. A few hums and clicks suggested that the phin was feeling increasingly eager. Asrael could feel a buzzing in the lower of his cocks: the dolphin’s sonar poking at it.
Wordlessly, the dolphin took both of Asrael’s lower hands -- scooted backward to step further down the underwater decline -- applied a tugging, seaward pressure to Asrael, as if to drag him away from the shore -- and then gazed at him with a nod.
The dolphin wanted to go deeper. Asrael wanted that, too.
Synchronizing their movements, they squatted and kicked away from the shore, the water sloshing around their trunks, limbs, and shafts as they stroked, kicked, and undulated their way out into it. Asrael felt around the dolphin’s back -- rubbed along the base of the dorsal fin a few times, before they rotated in the water and came briefly apart. The dolphin surfaced fin-first, followed by Asrael’s head. The otter’s erections bobbed awkwardly underwater while he swam in place along the surface.
He could feel that bloating feeling inside his abdomen -- the specific one that was like a pressure on his bladder, like needing to pee, except that the cause was his over-productive magical prostate. If it went on for too long, he’d end up feeling puffy at his sides and back as more fluid materialized within him and got stored there. If his balls were becoming magically active, this made sense. So much building up inside him, and he needed to put it into…
Someone else. Someone warm, smooth, and affectionate. This dolphin who was helping him.
The urge to fuck grew strong. More than foreplay, he wanted to pump what was currently in him, into this opportune companion of his.
The dolphin grabbed at his shafts -- and, with a beat of the fluked tail, managed to rotate Asrael in the water, as if to turn him facedown into a dead-man float, which would be fun except…
Except that was totally going to splash Asrael’s specs into the water, which he really didn’t want…
…or not?
Just before his face would have hit the surface, something that felt solid rose and bumped against his urgently stroking upper arms: a short, strangely perfect log of driftwood. Meanwhile, his cocks were submerged down and trying to rise -- pulsing hot in the cool water, the dolphin massaging at them.
The base of the dolphin's smooth tail was pressing against the lower of Asrael’s shafts. By treading water just so, the phin produced a steady, bobbing tease against it -- then, brought his feet together to tuck the rubbery toe-webs into the edge of his withdrawn sheath, coaxing at him while casually letting head and torso sink deeper underwater.
The dolphin kept at this for a good thirty seconds before gliding his hips forward. There was a swiveling, grinding pressure from the lower of the dolphin’s slits: this one for the place where Asrael so wanted the lower of his darkly magical scepters to end up. The otter shuddered, folding the one pair of arms atop the log while the lower pair reached down to help line up the penetration, kneading greedily along the cock’s base while they did so -- making his urges grow. He craved to get them inside, take a load off… or several…
The dolphin’s rear entrance kissed the otter's shaft -- momentarily parting, gliding along the tip. A spark of pleasure and of magic echoed between them.
Asrael realized he felt funny. No… the world felt funny. Like it was as wet as the ocean -- hazy and wishy-washy. In his horniness, this wasn’t a problem -- it felt like perhaps some of his fey powers were coming out more strongly -- but, all he really wanted…
…was what the dolphin was offering right now.
Asrael could feel the dolphin's gyrations through the coastal water. Spine angling back -- flattening, lining up better to take his ebony member. The feet helped to hold him and draw him in, the acceptance effortful at first -- a partial entry, pressure, withdrawal, and trying again
The otter’s insides quietly gurgled; his balls felt hot and churny, briefly cupped by the dolphin’s knees. Then the dolphin spread the legs wider -- hooked them around Asrael’s thighs, and started working that ebony shaft inside the desired hole. At the same time, the beak caressed the upper of the pair, the fully submerged dolphin swiveling around it as if to gauge its size before taking it.
Down below, penetration took effort, but that satisfying spreading of slit around shaft arrived sooner than Asrael would have expected. He felt the dolphin’s hole dilating wider and wider, as if magically capable of taking any size. The way the guy used his muscles to milk at him afterward, however -- that was magic of the practical sort. Clearly experienced -- ready to draw out all the otter had to give. Asrael pressed his legs against the dolphin’s, hips slowly thrusting -- gliding the upper shaft over the dolphin’s nose.
Then the maw opened -- the thick tongue slurping against it, a momentary hazardous feeling of teeth-tips before the dolphin’s jaw gaped wider, the cavern of the throat filling with that monstrous shaft. Warmth and snugness -- a squeezing, swallowing sensation…
Asrael thought being sucked off under seawater might feel different, but it wasn’t so far removed from the bathhouse blowjobs of Anputia. The water supported his cock from every angle, while the dolphin's webbed hands applied a pleasing, irregular pressure along the length -- matched by Asrael’s own grasp migrating to its base. The tongue cradled his length, folding up U-like on the bottom in between bouts of steady slurping and suckling.
With a billow of the tail, the dolphin lunged in -- his body engulfing more of that lower cock, while the long head continued fellating the upper of the two.
And Asrael’s four balls tingled. His rudder tail curled down, tucking against their heft -- swaying, patting against them, as if priming the pump for what would soon take place.
He felt fuzzy-headed, the magic around him not merely warm, but volcanic. His production was getting excited by it, soon to unload.
He felt close to the dolphin. Very close. Like there was no separation. It reminded him of how people described the absorptive magic the Anputian nobles sometimes used. The thought made his heart pound, his cum churning inside him. Yet, he didn’t think he could absorb the dolphin like that… could he? Was that a power he had?
He hunched forward over the driftwood log while the dolphin enjoyed the wood below. Panting, he wondered to himself: Is this really happening?
Mouth still full of cock, the dolphin answered him as if in his head: Do you not want it to happen?
“Hrf…” Asrael murmured. Please, keep going.
The dolphin gulped at the upper shaft like it was a fish -- and Asrael felt his body’s response keep going, too. Something about this was an illusion… a very strong illusion, but the pleasure was all too real.
From there, it didn’t take long before that familiar, anticipatory feeling was building up.
The heat. The pressure. The hum of magic -- the dolphin’s eyes lidding shut, maw working his one length while the other got coaxed by that wonderfully engulfing rear.
Gonna cum, Asrael realized.
You are.
Heh.
The dolphin took him deeper on both lengths. Don’t hold back. Give me all you have. I want to feel your magic with mine. Leave a record of yourself in my spell, sweet otter.
Asrael burned with heated eagerness, about to tip over the edge. The talk of touching each other’s magic was somehow so kinky… and the dolphin was riding him faster, milking at both shafts… coaxing him, drawing it out like floodwater from an overfull well…!!
With a shudder and a two-pronged spasm, Asrael began to provide what the dolphin sought. Above the surface, a mustelid moan of bliss rang out -- its sound muffled by the water, but its joy apparent. Moment by moment, pulse by pulse, the dolphin drained the otter’s bounty in both holes -- the rush of it gulped and spurted down inside his companion’s body, as if both loads were having a race to meet somewhere in the intestines. The dolphin wriggled, belly bloating and chest jostling. Asrael glimpsed it through one half-open eye, the dolphin leaning back and enjoying the filling.
As Asrael finished, he felt incredibly woozy -- like he might at any instant fall asleep and be whisked away to some dream-world. Things were not constant here. Things could be changed.
Yet, the pleasure lingered in his mind and body as a golden beacon, as clear and pure as anything else he had ever known.
His shafts were slackening -- the raging masts giving up their hardness for now. The dolphin was pulling back, extricating him first from the maw and then from the rear.
That smooth-skinned companion of his slipped down deeper into the water, twirling those broad shoulders as he dipped down and back up in a fish-hook pattern.
Ahhh, thanks~! he heard the dolphin thinking to him, the head-voice rising in pitch and taking a renewed turn for the sultry. Using my magic to make a record of it is the easiest way to make sure I can remember. You’ll be a special dream-otter to me, now~
Asrael wasn’t sure what the voice meant, but the woozy feeling was coming to a head.
Then, all at once -- it cleared. Asrael no longer felt the magical haze -- only the cozy calm of his afterglow.
Meanwhile, the dolphin was in motion. Spinning around and spreading both arms while kicking and tailing upward -- emerging back into view at the surface…
Splosh…!
The dolphin did not quite look the same anymore: torso somewhat narrower, belly the slightest touch chubby, and with wider hips. The most glaring difference, however, was the presence of a black symbol in the shape of an hourglass flanked by a leaping and a diving dolphin. It was silently flowing over the skin, coming around the left shoulder, its shape stretching and wavering slightly before it settled into place on the center of the torso.
Tattoos weren’t supposed to do that, and he had Enchantressor Sanity had a permanent mark matching that description, and that shi placed a similar mark on objects and creatures that shi enchanted.
“Pleased to meet you!” the dolphin said perkily, voice a shriller near-cackle as shi addressed him.
Cheekily, Asrael smirked and said, “How rude of the Enchantressor to send a transformed actor.”
To the best of hir face's ability to render the look, the dolphin glowered. “I’m the Enchantressor! You’re in my shallows! And you don’t have a log!”
“Whuh--”
Asrael noticed there was no log under his arms. When he noticed, whatever perversion of gravity had been keeping him afloat ceased functioning, and his elbows and face splashed lightly onto the water's surface.
SPLOSH.
…And now his glasses were covered in saltwater. Dammit!
Not exactly what he had in mind for his afterglow, but--ulp!!
The dolphin’s hand was on the upper of Asrael’s spent pair, slowly fondling the middle of it as if to tease out the last drops. He treaded water easily while shi did this. Then shi was scooting in closer, feeling up his balls -- followed by a whistle.
“Well, I’ll give you this,” shi said to him, “if these boys are natural, you’ve won the otters’ hereditary lottery. Though, the signature of the magic on you looks… uh, familiar.”
“Mmf, that's what I came here to talk to you about.”
Shi whistled quieter and more quickly, at last letting the package go. “Okay. I’ll unlock the room for you and your luggage straight away. You have a lot to carry”
“Hm? I only have the one bag--”
Shi gave his scrotum a teasing tug.
“Oh, yeah,” admitted Asrael. “There is that.”
The dolphin whistled -- chittered, and laughed. “Believe me, you’re never ‘traveling light’ with assets like those -- you just do your best to mitigate the encumbrance, eh?”
Asrael felt embarrassed in a horny-making way. This wasn’t fair. Shi shouldn’t be teasing him about his size and heft right after he came… he could feel his body silently regrouping in the background, his production continuing as if to be ready for a next round that was sure to come soon…
After shaking the water off his glasses to the best of his ability, he was pleasantly surprised when the dolphin waved a hand and made the rest of the moisture vanish -- as well as any salt or other detritus, leaving the specs pristine.
“Keep your head above the water!” shi warned. “You only get one freebie; the next time will cost you!”
“How exactly am I paying for this, anyway? I heard something about a defrayment for interesting research subjects.”
“Yeah, I don’t imagine I’ll be bothering you for too much coin. It’s of only limited usefulness to me anyway.”
With that, shi tucked hir head forward and dove under him -- billowing hir tail and legs and quickly reaching the shore.
Asrael followed, with his called-out “luggage” doing its best to float behind him as he approached dry ground.
His insides continued their refueling as he considered the fact that he didn’t think the dolphin had finished. He was going to need to tend to that soon.
Pulse…
…Then again, maybe he should stop thinking about it for now so that his libido didn’t get too wildly out of control, his cocks becoming towering and erect again before he even got to his hotel room.
PULSE!!
Asrael huffed to himself as he climbed out of the water, cocks already back to three-quarters mast and forcing him to use his tail carefully as a counterweight as he walked.
“Let’s get you checked in,” said Sanity. “We’ll be heading right up that trail and introducing you to my dear hydra. Don’t worry, they’ve had Anputian before too.” Shi gave both of Asrael’s cocks a reassuring pat.
He nodded, took a deep breath, and shouldered his pack of belongings.
He thought of putting on the loin-wrappings again, but opted against it. The entire island was clothing optional, and he felt like showing off.
One step at a time, he made his horny way forward toward the Cheerful Dolphin Hotel.
(Fin)
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