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story_codes: Dolphins/g(11) pre-teen girl, first, bestiality, cons

story_intro: It just wasn't fair to Espa that she wasn't allowed to go swimming too far out. After all, she was already eleven years old! On her own one after noon, she decided she would attempt the long swim out to a rocky island that her older sisters had done before. Along the way, she is intercepted by a pod of playful dolphins native to the Wendrian seas in this area. And while she may still be a little girl in her sisters' eyes, the dolphins think she's just perfect for big girl things - like mating.


story_language: English




Wendria: Story 13 - Dolphin Ride

Written by madvlad


	The Caraena Islands were famous for the peculiarly silky quality of the white sands that graced their beaches. Bordering the beaches were the warm, equatorial waters of the Grillian Sea; the southernmost of the famed Trinity Seas that encompassed many of the larger settled continents on Wendria. The major isles of the Caraena chain boasted resorts while smaller ones, like Ovin, were sparsely populated by fisherman who trawled for the bounty that supplied the lush hotels and canneries.

	Three kilometers away from the southeast tip of Ovin was a geological peculiarity. It was the rocky tip of an undersea island that twisted like a broken finger from the cerulean ocean. While it lacked the sand of the nearby islands, the millennia of tides had worn the areas near the water smooth enough to gain purchase.

	Also unlike the Caraenas, the stone protrusion also produced azurine; the crystal that was the source of fuel for all aspects of the modified technologies of Wendria. However, the crystal grew in clusters like thin branches as if they were snowflakes done in blue ice. As such, they lacked the density to be useful for any large fuel needs beyond personal devices. But their remarkable form made them more valuable as ornaments and the people who vacationed in the major islands had money to spend on such trinkets.

	Along one sandy stretch of paradise strode a lone, slim figure. The ocean breeze made her long, pink hair flutter like a banner as she peered forlornly at Poseidon's Nose, as the locals called the mountain top.

	Like all children growing up here, Espa was a strong swimmer. This nearly daily activity left her body lean and her limbs strong. Youngsters never bothered with swimwear and often ignored any clothing while at play out of the water (things like church and school being another matter). After all, one never knew when it would be a good time to frolic in the waves.

	Adults didn't mind the disregard for being covered up. Once puberty started, it was expected. But Espa was only eleven - a good five years or so before she had to start worrying about such things. She certainly didn't look forward to it; the growth on her chest that would break her lean body lines in the water and slow her swimming and the growing of hair in most peculiar places. There were stories that girls of her age on Old Home would already be starting that process. Yuck!

	One of Espa's older sisters, Liria, was already starting to get a little puffy around her nipples. Espa herself had begun to feel sensitive in those places on her own body although they remained perfectly flat. Liria had said the sharpened feelings there were probably legacy from how girls used be on Old Home.

	Merrin, the eldest, was sixteen. Her breasts, although still just blossoming, had begun to get round in shape. As all three sisters shared the same hair color, Merrin was also showing some downy wisps of pink on her mound. Oddly enough, she took pride in wearing clothing regularly; eschewing only for a good swim.

	Espa was not looking forward to regular clothing any more than she was to having tits or hair between her legs. Merrin's skin had begun to pale back to its natural color in the areas she kept covered. Like the other kids, Espa was light brown all over from the loving sun and she didn't want to look like a patchwork quilt of colors like Merrin was becoming.

	But one advantage to being a little bit older was that one could swim to Poseidon's Nose. At least the girls did - the boys had a difficult time (of this, Espa was particularly pleased). Still, both Merrin and Liria had insisted that Espa was too young to try. With their mother having passed away nine years before, the older sisters acted like mother figures to Espa, the baby, particularly while their fisherman father was out at sea for weeks on end.

	Just two days earlier, Espa had looked on with envy as Liria and two friends emerged from the water back on Ovin with small net bags filled with azurine "ice flakes". Liria gave Espa one for her collection but Espa wanted to get one for herself out there and make her own money by selling extras to the tourist traders. She dreamed of having her own kite board on which to challenge the large breakers in the North Face surf.

	Not for the first time, Liria and her friends gently laughed and told her she was not yet "mature enough" to make the swim. Why, Liria had only been able to make the swim for barely a year; around the same age as Merrin when she made her first crossing. Espa's bright blue eyes nearly glowed with frustration as she tried to argue her case. But Liria only gave her a sisterly pat on the head (which unintentionally infuriated her little sister even more) and left her behind as they walked toward town.

	Espa tugged at the net bag's strap around her wrist to make sure it was secure. Neither of her sisters was at home today and she was determined to make the swim. With graceful strokes and powerful leg kicks, Espa surged beyond the breaking waves nearer to the beach before she slowed. It would be a long distance and she didn't want to tire herself with unnecessary speed.

	As she ventured further out, the water became a deeper shade of blue as the depths increased. At one point, she stopped to check her distance between Ovin and Poseidon's nose. Looking first toward her home, she realized she was farther way then she had ever been by just swimming. But when she turned to regard the mountain formation, she saw that it was even farther away.

	A knot of worry formed in her stomach. If she swam too far, would she have the strength to return to Ovin? No one would know that she tried and failed - the lectures about attempting this while so young would be tortuous - if she turned back now. And she certainly didn't want to drown.

	Looking back and forth between the two points, Espa decided to keep going. If she was tired by the midpoint, she could safely turn back. Bolstered by her decision, she swam on.

	She had yet to make the midpoint (by her reckoning) when she felt the surge of something moving past her. Stopping, she spied other shapes before several of them briefly arched their heads and backs from the water for a breath before submerging.

	Cerul Dolphins!

	These were playful creatures and Espa took great comfort in their presence. In the beach waters, it was not uncommon for some "cerul" dolphins (so-named for the blue hue to their skin that camouflaged them in the water) to dart among the romping children, Many times, Espa had managed to grab a dorsal fin as the dolphins seemed to enjoy giving their young friends a ride.

	Espa had heard that the dolphins liked to hunt amid the schools of fish that congregated around the submerged formations of Poseidon's Nose. Were they hungry right now? They were heading in that direction. She was looking for a dolphin close enough to reach when one brushed against her. Catching the dorsal fin, she was suddenly pulled swiftly through the water and gave a delighted victory cry.

	But after about a hundred meters, the dolphin suddenly spun its body in the water. Espa's hand barely kept its grasp but she found the front of her body pressed against the dolphin's underside. Unable to right herself, she let go. Then the dolphin quickly returned.

	Espa was surprised when it batted her with its nose to turn her so it could once again press its underbelly against her front. This was odd behavior but the creature was so insistent that Espa wrapped her arms around it during the third try and her friend then sped off with her underneath.

	Espa wondered if it was easier for the dolphin to swim longer distances like this instead of having someone hold its dorsal fin like was done off the beaches. The only problem was that she was underwater and needed to breathe. But her ride seemed to understand this.

	While dolphins could hold their breaths far longer than humans, Espa's rolled to let her breach the surface every thirty to forty seconds so that she could exchange her held breath for fresh air. They quickly settled into this rhythm and Espa was on her way.

	It wasn't long before she discovered another benefit to her ride. With her torso pressed against the undulating body, her nipples were caressed to stiffness. She had played with them a few times, testing them but this was much more powerful. And strangely enough, it made her feel funny in her crotch as if someone had inflated a small, warm balloon in there. She had eavesdropped on conversations as Liria and her friends discussed touching themselves there and Espa had dismissed such talk as more strangeness from those getting close to those body changes.

	But then something touched her down there.  Was there where a dolphin....was a boy or a girl? In her island life, Espa had seen plenty of naked little boys to know what human anatomy was about (even giggling when some times the little penises got stiff) but were dolphins like this, too? If they were, this penis was like nothing Espa had seen before. In her glimpses of it, she saw that it was surprisingly long with a thick base and tapering to a point at the end. It was also flexible, curving and flexing as it swept over her thighs and in between them. But if it wanted to play games (penis tag?), he was going to be disappointed since Espa was a girl.

	As they swam, Espa's aquatic friend seemed to focus his appendage on the smooth mound at the apex of her legs. The girl had a basic understanding of how people and animals and even dolphins procreated even if she had never seen any details. She supposed that might be how dolphins did it but she was no dolphin. Maybe her "boyfriend" wanted to make a mermaid with her.

	She silently giggled at the idea. Oh, she'd have to tell her friends about the naughty dolphin and his swinging penis. They might not believe it but maybe Espa would have to take them swimming out here.

	The penis stopped flailing and now was pressing against her bald slit. Espa swallowed nervously - he did know she wasn't a dolphin, right? She had never explored herself there and understood only that there was some small place inside - nothing that was meant to...

	Espa's cry emerged in a riot of bubbles underwater as she was swiftly penetrated. Something tore inside of her and amid the sharp agony, she felt something entering her, flexing as it made her virgin pussy stretch. The dolphin's swimming motions and the independent movement of his prick created an intense rhythm inside the girl's prepubescent sheath.

	When the pain of her defloration subsided, Espa was filled with disbelief as she felt the wet friction inside her body. The dolphin rolled to let her break the water for air and she pushed her upper body away from his just long enough to see what she feared - the thick member where it was interlocked with her hairless twat. She started to moan before she was underwater again.

	There was no denying what was happening inside of her unready sex - the creature was mating with her. It was scary but it made her feel increasingly quivery as the animal cock plunged in and out of her preteen cunt. The eleven year-old felt the heat growing in her loins and subconsciously moved her body to meet the dolphin's thrusts. She felt wetter - incredibly wet inside her sex - than the mere water could make her. It was if her cunny was melting around the dolphin's prick. The muscular cock twisted as it plundered the snug young tunnel and Espa clutched at him as she felt something was about to happen.

	The explosion was fierce; aching and sweet. It kept rolling through her, starting from the place where she was being taken. She instinctively clutched at him with her legs, forcing herself against the belly as the animal prick continued to stroke inside her convulsing little snatch. Despite this wondrous event, the animal kept copulating with the preteen until he reached his climax. In the blue waters, the preteen got her small womb filled to overflowing with a heavy dose of dolphin sperm.

	Espa's pleasure had been growing again since she had cum but now her lover slipped away. She felt lost, treading water as hot cream leaked in a cloud from her smooth, throbbing young cunt. But this was short-lived as another dolphin swam against her, pressing her. Espa hugged him with her arms in expectation. When another writhing prick slid into the tight sleeve of her pussy, the eleven year-old hummed in satisfaction and wrapped her legs around him.

	When she was underwater, Espa could hear the clicks and squeaks of the pod as they communicated. Were they talking about the hunt they were going to undertake or were there any mention about the ripe little human girl among them? Five different dolphins mated with Espa on their way to Poseidon's Nose, giving her a total of seven orgasms to accompany the five loads of jism pumped into her prepubescent body.

	By the time she pulled herself onto a smooth shelf on the mountain, Espa was exhausted. The dolphins were mostly gone but she figured they were feeding below. After a half hour, she gained the strength to do some hunting of her own. The mountain's stone was black and tan. In little nooks constantly grew the fine forms of azurine sculptures. In school, she had learned that Wendrian scientists had come from all over to study these peculiar formations but had only conflicting theories as to why the azurine grew like this here instead of heavier deposits found elsewhere.

	Espa collected seven ice flakes which comfortably filled her small net bag. When she looked into the water, she saw several dolphins swimming and circling nearby as if they were waiting for her. Securing the bag to her upper arm this time like she had seen with her sisters when they returned to Ovin before, Espa dove into the water. The bag was a little bulky on her arm but it was easier to swim than having it on her wrist while it was full.

	She hadn't swum far before a dolphin bumped into her. When she rolled her body to face it, she quickly surmised that it was a male and he had indeed been waiting for her.

	Espa staggered to her feet on the white sands of Ovin. On the way back, she had been taken by seven dolphins and had lost count of how many times those wet explosions had occurred in her loins. She hadn't walked far when she saw Liria approaching her. Her sister's green eyes widened when she saw the bag that Espa was carrying.

	"You went out to Poseidon's Nose?" the fifteen year-old gasped.

	"Yeah," Espa proudly confirmed. Now that she was back, she wasn't sure if she could tell anyone about the way she had travelled.

	"I thought you were too young," Liria mused. Then she gave her sister a smile. "But I guess you know all about the dolphins now."


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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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