A Charming Bubble Dance WARNING: Nymph Habitat Drowning Hazard Swimming is Prohibited. The sign stood starkly beside the trail. The yellow and black text silently mocking and daring the young gryphon boy with the cool waters just beyond it. I mean, how scary could a little nymph be. They’re just, what, little fishy otter girls, how much trouble could they be? The sun beat down upon the nature trail as the boy trod his bare paws to the rocks and dirt off the tended path. Tentatively he inched himself closer to the forbidden river, tauntingly close alongside the trail. The water was flowing with the laziness of the hot summer day. Picturesque and clear, with the occasional splash of a fish and the quiet fluttering of insects dancing upon the surface of the water. It seemed so far there weren't even any nymphs around. Would just putting his toes in the stream summon them. That’d be silly, as he imagined a cartoonish scenario of them immediately jumping out the water onto him like piranhas once his toe touched the water. He stuck his foot into the water with youthful petulance. He put a brave face as he heard the splash of water, even if his long red tail frizzled up nervously while he looked back and forth. The quiet babbles of the river answered him. Nothing new and alarming, just the heat of the sun upon him and the cool water around his foot. There was only the faint buzz of insects hard at work and the occasional rustle of the grass from the breeze. He was alone on such a picturesque trail. Despite being a public trail actually came down the trail. Perhaps the ominous signs were there for a reason. But for the gryphon boy this may be just the excuse he needs for mischief. The trail looked empty so far, no one else visible on the long dusty road. A thought came to him. Maybe he should just take a quick dip in. He didn’t have to swim for long. Just get nice and wet before getting back to walking the trail once more. It was such a pity there was such a pretty river and no one was swimming in it. I mean, that sign was probably just an exaggeration anyways. Something adults put up to keep kids out of the river. I mean, river swimming can be dangerous on its own. No lifeguard present was a reality. But he was an experienced swimmer and even was on the swim team. A summer day like this wouldn’t have the shocking cold of early spring or the punishing flow after a rain. It was probably safer than a pool even; no punk kids rough housing and trying to show up one another. He gave a big grin as he thought that since no one was around, well, he could just shimmy those shorts right off. Take off his shirt and have a little bout of skinny dipping. Right in the open! Such a naughty thing, and it’s even next to a no swimming sign. He wondered a bit if this is what Goofus thought about in those silly comics of what to not to do. But it was a beautiful day out, when else would he get a chance like this ever again. He looked around, and was certain no one was around. He started stripping down right there on the river bank after a last furtive glance down the trail. He was sure he could see if anyone was coming down the path long before they got close to really tell what he was up to. And at worst, well, he would probably just get a talking-to about following the warning signs. It’s not like the nymphs were going to eat him. Maybe that’d be a better fate than say, a teacher catching him naked in the river. The sun on his bare fur felt nice. It was devious yet playful to be out in nature in the nude. The young boy stretched and turned to look over the riverbank. He took a few nervous steps forward and stuck both feet impetuously into the water. He looked fiercely over the water, as if to challenge those supposed nymphs to come on out and bite his toes. But only the cawing of crows answered him as nature continued to ignore a silly child being naughty under the sun. He splashed his feet along the edge of the river. Watching his clothes get further away. Just the sun on his bare body. It was exciting, even as he kept watch for travellers along the dusty path (and along the river for Nymphs, but he didn’t want to think too much on that). His heart raced with the glory of mischief merely for mischief’s sake. And of course, the cool water cast it’s own charming allure in the refreshing caress on his feet. How much nicer would it be over the rest of him. It wasn’t often he got a chance to skinny dip. And on a hot day in an open river in the broad daylight was unheard of. It just felt so delightfully wrong it must be right. Sliding into the water was as glorious as he hoped. Splashing all over him in perfect coolness while the current tugged upon his body in luxurious slowness. And these stupid nymphs were hogging it for themselves. No wonder, it was just a perfect day to go swimming! For a few moments he just splashed with the gentle tug of the river. Diving and swimming with graceful practiced motions. For being a gryphon, he certainly prefered being under the water than in the sky. Watching his bubbles glitter up to the sunlit surface. Nothing felt better than the first deep breath after a deep dive. Feel the water drip down your face, cool against the sun’s imposing heat. Hear that lovely splashing. So energetic. So free. ‘Splash splash’ went the gryphon under the summer sun. ‘Splash’ went something else afterwards. The sounds were faint, but he had a sudden realization he may no longer be alone. Although there are plenty of other animals around. His ears attentive as he peeked along the calm surface of the river. From one side to the other it was empty and still. Perhaps it was just a fish. A really, big fish. His graceful swim ended with him floundering about, trying to keep watch and awkwardly work his way back towards his clothes. It didn’t help that he had let himself drift down the river, making each motion feel slow and ugly. His heart racing in surprise at the unknown threat that was awaiting him. Then he stumbled right into them. A pair of cute little otter girls, who’d not look out of place in his classroom. They looked young and pure, naked as he was. A closer look had some curious differences from a normal otter girl. Big barbel whiskers wiggled from their chin. And their eyes were deep and swirling, like staring into the river’s rippling colors. But they also were cute to the boy’s shock. The two naked girls were examining his clothes. Their big tails ending in glittering fish tails, sparkling white and gold scales in the sun with their big flowing fins. They seemed younger than him, perhaps kindergarteners as they held up his shorts and looked over his shirt curiously, trying to figure out how the clothes would look on their fur and scales. They seemed almost as surprised as he was. Both nymph and gryphon squawking in surprise. But their sharp teeth added a menacing gleam to their sing-song babbling. The sounds they made were cute, but the boy wasn’t quite certain what language they were talking. Did nymphs talk? They certainly didn’t seem like the wild animals he was expecting. The two girls just smiled and tittered to themselves for a moment, while the gryphon covered himself to try and keep modest. He couldn't help but admire their young muscular forms and innocently lewd nakedness before him. He kept himself underwater to avoid showing a growing reaction to the two girls before him. With a splash they hopped back into the river, carrying his clothes off as they went. He yiped and squawked protests at them, but they moved like, well, like otter-fish in the river. A few flicks of those long webbed paws and they were perched on a big rock in the middle of the river. Putting his clothes alongside and waving over to him. Inviting him to join them if he didn’t want to make the walk back home in the nude. He took a look back at the path. I mean, he could. The sign did warn to not swim with the nymphs and what a danger it could be. But that bright yellow sign would also mock him, as he would have to admit how he lost his clothes. And I mean, really, could those two tiny girls do anything to him? He took a deep breath. Then set out with a dive. He’d like to think he was a good swimmer himself. The slow water no match for his practiced swimming strokes. Hmmph, little otter girls were just trying to show him up. Didn’t help they flaunted their nakedness as much as he was embarrassed by his own. Flat breasts in the sun and everything bared in all their glory. He wasn’t quite sure what he'd do when he got to the rock. But they just made room and tittered. Like a couple friends making a joke before diving back into the water. Showing off their casual swimming as he sat naked on the rock and watched them go. They came back up and waved those long fins to invite him into the water too. Their babbling was nonsensical, but the intent was obvious. Big deep eyes smiling so friendly. Just come on in and have a swim with a couple girls. As if to read his thoughts they winked and turned around to wiggle their bottoms at the bashful boy. Big tails lifted and showing off far too much scales, fur and flesh for the gryphon’s comfort. The gryphon could feel his erection as they flaunted their nakedness before him. Inviting him closer. For. Well, he could only imagine. But he had a good imagination. The image of the otter-nymph girls round and pregnant flashed through his brain, the idea strangely arousing as it was terrifying in a way. But he never was one for rules it seemed. After all, he was swimming with the nymphs right now. May as well see if they want a romp in the water too, they certainly aren’t being shy about it. He took a deep breath. Splash! Hopping in with the girls, leaving his clothes up on the rock. The water was cool, but it felt electrified when the two swam closer. A babbling giggle from them both as they swam around him, looking his naked form over. A big smile on each as they showed off their bare, young, plump small bodies up close. While examining the older boy with just as much intent. He reached out tentatively to touch their hide. Slippery soft, as he expected. The scales along their long flipper hands and feet were smooth. Soft. Those big fish tails felt rather nice really. Fins and webbing like silk and lace against his fingers. As they stroked back with smooth scaled fingers. Mindful of their claws as he shivered. Those caresses were certainly not the mindless touches of a curious animal, but careful and controlled. Exploring and inquisitive as his own. That electric feel jumped in voltage as touches of claws and scales tickled over his tail, thighs, belly, and even, over his lap. Not quite full on fondling, but the intent was there. A rub of hips together and a brush of tail, before a giggle and the pair dove down. Waving to him through the ripples of the water to join them. He gathered his lust addled courage and dove into the water. A rush of cool water surrounded him to mingle with unexpected warmth. The nymph against his side and back reached around to fondle his sheath. WHile the other one rubbed her belly against his young erection. A kiss on his neck. Sharp teeth and warm lips prickly his feathers as his body quivered. He had to strain to not just empty his breath into the cool waters right then and there. All three diver together slow and careful, a sensation of floating in mingling warmth and coldness. The heat of fondling strokes upon his lap and a slow kiss from the girl in front of him. A warm, if fishy hinted breath shared with him. Slimy tongue and soft lips on his beak. The other girl bit his neck and wingbases, pressing her flat chest against his back. Her legs stroking his and joining in the fondling touches. Trapped between the two as they guided him down further in the water’s embrace. The gryphon lost track of the river as the two girls rode him down, rocking him back and forth in their wandering touches and attention. Playfully teasing, fondling, kissing over him as he just let himself be ravished by their attention. Time felt so slow, even as he felt the sharp tickle and ache of lungs needing air. An incessant whisper in his head to go back up to the sparkling sunlight above him. While their embrace asked to hold and cling and extract every last moment of pleasure from him until the river claimed him fully. The urgent aching in his lungs grew, and the call of the glittering surface won out over fondles and kisses. He could sense their dismay as he pushed upwards, but they didn’t fight him. Letting him swim upwards as they followed in tow. A series of playful splashes as the trio surfaced. He took a big breath. Huff! The air was so hot! A wonderful rush of dizzying pleasure as he emptied the stale air in his chest and took in fresh air. The other two weren’t breathing hard at all, but perhaps that wasn’t a surprise. A coy smile on both, the long swim barely winded them. And their invitation was much more lewd this time. One had her legs spread on her back, inviting him to explore as she did to him. The other nymph was smooching and rubbing the girl’s nipples. Making a show of their lewdness in front of him as they kissed deep and sensual with anything but childish innocence. He knew what to do, and his body goaded him on with instinctual lust. Even as part of him knew this was their trap. To let himself give into their pleasurable charms. And the touch of young paws around his erection was certainly making things spring. He took a deep triumphant breath as he paddled over to the girls, even as he realized it would likely be his last. This time the heat pressing against him was much more intense. The nymph between his legs rubbed against him, as each flick of her big tail made those girly hips grind against his lap. Stroking him with loving attention. Big hands holding about his shoulders and guiding him downwards into the river’s depths. His view wouldn’t be distracted by the glimmer of light of the water’s surface this time. A big fish tail settled over the top of his head. Soft legs gripped his cheeks to press his beak against the soft, dainty mound of the young otter nymph. A tickle of soft fur and warm flesh, as his tongue dipped into the sweet sharp flavors that greeted him. Exploring the youthful arousal pressed to his beak while his own erection throbbed and twitched into the girl beneath him. Lost in the embrace of heated nymphs and cool water. The trio dove to the darker river bottom. The mud and stones shone with glittering patterns of light from above. That light seemed so far away, so out of reach. Unlike the sensual young nymph flesh around his arousal and against his beak. The embrace of legs, arms, and even tails touched him all over. The rocking motion of the trio was linked intimately, each motion rolling the others, unseen along the deep river bottom. Not a single hint of the boy was left except for his colorful shorts long forgotten on the diving rock. He knew he should fight this. But that siren call of sex was stronger than even the desire for air. The feel of big webbed hands holding him was too wonderful to want to leave their embrace. A perfect home where he belongs. Beak pressed against the soft curves and gentle flesh of a young girl’s most intimate place. His slow licks earned him rubs upon ears and a lap squirming in bliss. As the nymph’s twin in the water held him tighter for their awkward, youthful thrusts. He felt a race of two conflicting needs. The growing tightness in his chest, begging for release to scramble for the surface to breathe hot air in greedy gulps. And the growing tightness in his lap, begging for release into the needful heat of a young girl’s eager flesh. Of course, one of these desires was currently pulling him away from the surface. Encouraging him to bury his tongue and dick into the sweet flesh offered to him and ignore the desperate scream for air in his lungs. There was a bit of flicker of sparkles in the edge of vision. And he knew that was that. He was already past saving. The wonderfully lewd realization he was going to fall for the sign’s warnings. Just another disappearance to attempt to sate a pair of nymph’s joyous pleasures. And he couldn’t help but be delighted by just how charming they were even as they held him in their heated, deadly embrace. His arousal jumped as his body heaved and clenched up. Nnph. He had to stop licking and toss his head as his chest shook, struggling to hold in the staled, used air trapped within. The girl atop him turning around. Pressing her head close to his as she masturbated herself. He could feel her watching. Waiting. Stroking his cheeks and encouraging him to give up to the airless pleasures her sister was wringing out of him. Wanting him to let all his air out in one final bellow of pleasure. Nng! GGGLK! !!! He released his air as he shuddered uncontrollably. Unable to hold back his final howl into the water. Beak triumphantly letting out his air as he rode his eager, youthful orgasm. Bubbles dancing quickly to the surface in a flutter of glittery light. His sticky heat spilled into young petals while he thrashed and bucked. Those arms and legs against him were so small, but held him like iron. He couldn’t escape. He could only writhe and rut and seed the girl under him as cold water rushed into his lungs. Chest growing so heavy and full with the river’s water. Not that he wanted to escape. He already had done so. His lungs filled greedily, then coughed up faint bubbles. Fine and tiny, so little air left. Sparkles of the sunlight above danced with the sparkles in his vision. Blackness embraced him like the loving arms of the nymphs holding him. Loving and stern as he felt the coolness of the water flow through his beak and into his lungs again and again. The heavy feeling in his lungs was wonderfully cold. Almost refreshing in it’s lewdness. He was drowning! In the tight embrace of the two girls drawing out eachother’s pleasure so far under the water. His sensation of the world being replaced by the cool darkness of his fading mind, and the heat of nymphs pressed against him. His eyes fluttered back and he flailed dreamily as the girls broke their embrace. Just softly kissing him on each side of his cheeks while firmly holding him down. The dancing sparkles of light faded with a wonderful coolness. The water was so much nicer than that burning hot day anyways. And this river bed is way more comfy than his worn out bed ever would be. A wonderful pair of kisses and soft petting touches lulled him to sleep before he startled awake one final time. The gryphon jerked in surprise, as his eyes lost their focus and everything went black. His last sight was the wonderful pattern of light upon the river rocks and nymphs kissing him goodbye. The dark shadows of two girls holding him in their watery home, as he joined that darkness. The boy would heave and clench and jerk his feet for a few more moments after his mind faded. The two girls swapped positions as they enjoyed the show of a young gryphon’s death. He would soon be limp and still. So they worked together to help simulate the greedy, eager thrusting motions he once made in life. Pushing on his hips and thrusting him as a big doll for their pleasure. Kissing his still, glassy eyes. Grinding pudgy folds against a half open beak. Short stubby legs gripping and pulling his hips back and forth. His erection was still lazily stiff, lusting for some nymph shaped angels up in heaven. And certainly heavenly for the young girl using him. The boy was just a toy. Shared between the two. Grinding out their pleasures with his limp fur and feathers. Riding his half erect angel lust as they giggled and tittered and shared kisses. While the other sister wouldn’t get a womb full of cum, the two delighted each other with their squeals and moans with each other and their shared toy. With a heave and a deep kiss another pair of climaxes shook the nymphs. Certainly a gryphon boy would have been delighted to know he got the pair to orgasm twice. Perhaps he was watching from heaven as his dead erection was tugged and stroked by an otter-nymph's pleasures. The two eventually dragged the dead boy off. Once they had their fill of using his corpse to molest each other with. His shorts were left on the rock, a reminder to others to heed the sign’s warning. The rest of him would be long forgotten. But perhaps some of the chewed on bones that wash up upon the riverside would be his. A once handsome beak bleaching in the sun with his skull amidst the rocks of the river banks. Still showing a joyous smile at the wonders he had in his charming bubble dance, even in his death.