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Archive-name: JourEntr/j525-216.txt
Archive-author: Elf Matheiu Sternberg
Archive-title: Object Lesson

 
     Journal Entry 216 / 0525

     With a sigh of soft pleasure I sank into the comfortable water of
the roofpool.  The day had been rough; it was unusual of me to get
involved in politics, especially terran politics, and this recent
development with their engineering Norvegicus for sentience was starting
to eat at me.  I needed a break.

     One thing about the roofpool that I keep forgetting about is the
SDisk on the floor, the one for dolphins.  I was lying along the rocks
by the shallow end on my belly, my legs in the water, my head up, and I
failed to notice the dolphin swimming up behind me.  He slipped a fin
along my thighs and up the crack of my ass before I even had chance to
squeal.

     "What the- !?" I shouted, turning over.  "Shirmin!  Dammit!"

     He rolled over in the water and said, in Anglic,

                    But you like it, you know,
                    You've told me so,
                    Several times.

     I grinned at him.  It's not true that dolphins speak in haiku, or
whatever it is Terran writers dictated they should speak in.  But the
idea of doing so is something of a fad among dolphins, and there are
those who do it well.  Shirmin is one of them.  I paused for the thought
and replied in kind,

                              That's true, my love,
                              You've fit like a glove,
                              Several times.

     He laughed and lazed over to me.  "Like a glove?" he chided.
"That's not a concept the Purist dolphins would approve of."

     "Really?" I asked.  "And are you becoming a Purist in your old age?

     He wagged his tail in the water.  "Not in a million years.  No
way."

     "No?"

     "Purism has got to be the stupidest thing I've heard of in the past
three centuries.  There's no point.  We aren't Tursiops Truncatis, and
no amount of fantasizing is going to get us there."

     "Still, I don't think you should get upset with a group of Dolphins
who insist on trying to survive without biocybe.  Just because we live
with wires in our heads doesn't mean we should criticize those who
don't."

     "But the ones who get it all taken out?" he asked.  "Taken OUT?"
He shivered.  In the water I felt it run through his body, and what
little empathy people tell me I have told me about pain.  "Do you have
any idea how much trauma that entails?  And then, those who come back
out of the Purists have to have it re-installed?  They'll never function
the same way again."

     I sighed.  "I don't like it.  There's nothing I can do about it.
Besides, you're there for that.  To try and educate them."  My hand slid
along his flank, gently.  We had been lovers for a few years, and I
hoped I was still allowed this small privilege.  He didn't protest;
quite the opposite, his shivering subsided.  "Anything else new?"

     "I've got a new pup," he said proudly.

     "You do?"

     "Uh-huh.  We've named him Rivert.  Toma was the mother."

     "Toma?  I don't know her."

     He smiled.  "I don't expect you to keep up, not with a population
climbing for sixty thousand now.  She's a nice person.  You should meet
her."

     I grinned, embarassed.  "I guess I should.  By the way, I owe you a
thanks."

     "For what?" he asked.  Was it my imagination, or did he roll his
belly closer to me?

     "You know how Aaden and I are getting along?"

     He nodded.  "It's been the only thing on the gossip circuit for the
past six months."

     "I couldn't have gotten there without you."

     He looked up at me, the expression on his face unmistakable.  "Me? 
How so?"

     I sighed and stroked his belly.  He had offered it to me.  "When I
built the 'phins, I was still, well... entalie'.  Straight.  I had slept
with Jahn, a few times in fact, and there was Vence, but I didn't think
I was comfortable with males."

     "So why am I responsible for you and Aaden?"

     "I needed you.  Does that make any sense?  I needed a dolphin
compatriot, and you were it.  The fact that you were male didn't make
much of a difference... somehow, despite the fact that I knew how
legendarily horny Tursiops was, I didn't make the connection, and when
you and I started getting along and it became kind of obvious that you
were the dolphin who would end up with the family name, it...  Do you
remember the first time we had sex?"

     He laughed.  "I wouldn't call it sex!"

     "You wouldn't?"

     "Would you?" he asked.

     "It was certainly voyeuristic.  Turning on the lights at 10 in the
night to find you rubbing yourself up against the glass like that."

     "I was... lonely."

     "Uh huh," I replied, smiling.  I slid my hand further down his
belly.  "You were masturbating like there was no tomorrow.  I think I
saw you come four times before you bothered to look and see if the
lights were on downstairs."

     He grinned.  "The glass was the smoothest part of the pool."  He
swished his tail gently, angling closer to me again.  My hands passed
over the opening where his sheath lay hidden, and then further down his
tail.

     "Anyway," I said, "You remember how... intimate we became."

     "Mm-hmm," he replied.  He was deliberately sliding back in the
water so my reach could extend only as far as his penile slit.

     "It was more important to me that you were a dolphin than that you
were male.  When we started to get... along, I only did what I felt was
natural and gave what I had to offer.  I didn't feel I was engaging in
erolie' sex, like I did with Jahn.  But when it came down to me and
Aaden, the fact that I'd been intimate with you was as important as the
fact that I'd been physical with Jahn... both allowed me to get closer
to a male without much qualmery in the way.  Does that make sense?"

     He answered in his favorite way:

          You make life so hard!
          We know what we are,
          In the end.

               I'm a symbol,
               Of a chosen role,
               I'm your friend.

                    My body's stock,
                    Shaped like a cock,
                    As you intend.

                         Did you really need,
                         A symbol like me,
                         To love Aaden?

          And one last time,
          This won't rhyme,
          You're exciting me!

     "What?" I asked.  I suddenly realized that his cock had come to
full erection and that I had been sliding my hand along it for possibly
a full minute already.  I blushed hot, and apologized.  "Sorry."

     "That's okay," he said quietly.  He had long ago had the
highest-quality vocoder installed in his blowhole, and if I closed my
eyes only the touch told me I was fondling a dolphin.  His cock is
pretty impressive, as far as I, a human, was concerned.  "You know I
don't mind."

     I sidled up next to him, rubbing my body against his.  "How do I
feel to you?" I asked with sudden curiosity.  "All angles and edges,
huh?"

     "Not really," he whispered.  "It's more... enveloping.  Dolphins
don't have reach.  Even with the 'hands, it's better to have you touch
me."  To demonstrate, his four hands came floating through the water.
Each is a four-fingered robotic hand, with not much for support; just
fingers, really, with a base.  They use gravitics to move.

     As the 'hands moved over my body, I found myself tickled, but I had
to agree with him.  It wasn't as good as being touched by flesh, even by
his flukes.  "You're right, it's not the same.  Send them away," I
whispered.  They seemed to droop in the water as they sank to the floor
of the pool.

     "One more time, for past time's sake?" he asked quietly.

     "If you'd like," I whispered.

     "I would," he said gently.  He took a deep breath and rolled over
onto his back, his huge cock bobbing gently out of the water.  I slid on
top of him; slowly his tail sank into the water, pulling him into a
vertical position, and he began stroking back and forth with it, mostly
to keep his blowhole out of the water; I had always found the motion
suggestive.  As I held on, his erection slid beween my thighs and
against my buttocks.  I wiggled into position, using my hand to guide
him in; the first time I did this, it hurt like hell.  I came to
treasure the slight burning sensation of salt water as he slid into me.

     I heard my delphin lover gasp.  "Good as you remember?" I asked.

     "Better," he sighed.  "Hold on."  We held together, my hands
gripping his pectoral fins up close to the shoulder.  He began stroking
in and out of me; I wrapped my legs around him, holding him close as he
fucked me.  It felt good to be with him, feeling his incredibly powerful
body against mine.  The sheer unending strength a dolphin has to keep
swimming continuously was applied to my ravaged asshole; the water
swished between us with great force.  His cock slid deep into me; I
could feel that wonderful rearrangement going on within me as we made
love.  He lost control of his voice, and descended into a delphinic
chirping; I pressed my cheek against his broad chest and held on,
gripping his pectorals harder.  He was thrashing so hard our bodies were
halfway out of the water; I couldn't see it, but the speed of his penis
within was so fast the signals weren't getting to my brain fast enough
for me to sort.  It was all I could do to just hold him and whimper.

     Which I did, griping his fins tighter.  His huge body slapped
against mine, the slick surface of his skin loud against my belly as we
hit in rhythym with his tail.  "Gods," I whispered, "I'd almost
forgotten..."  He didn't say anything; I held on for my life and his
pleasure.

     "I'm coming!" he screamed.  I grabbed hold; our bellies slapped
together as he jammed his semen into me.  I held on tighter, hoping I
didn't hurt him as he collapsed back into the pool; I felt his cock
literally pull from me as we seperated, the burning of salt against my
tender flesh painful and rewarding.

     "You certainly were," I smiled, gasping.  I managed to haul myself
up against the rocks on the shallow end of the pool.

     He lolled up against me and said, "Did I hurt you?"

     I stared down at him.  "Did you hurt me?" I exclaimed.  "No, you
didn't hurt me.  I was afraid of hurting you, the way I was grabbing
your fins like that."

     "They're okay.  I was just a little worried, Ken.  I was being a
little rough."

     I climbed out of the pool, leaned over and kissed him on the dome
of his skull.  "Just a little.  But that's okay.  I've gotten used to
it."

     "You're still used to it?"

     "No, Aaden 're-educates' me from time to time."

     "Almost daily, if the rumors are true."

     "Almost," I smiled.  "So, what's up?"

     "I have this... problem, I was wondering if you could help me
with."  He paused.  "It's a little your fault, too."

     "My fault?" I asked.  I could feel repair mechanisms at work within
me.  I asked Dave silently for a nanochine drink.  It slid out quietly
on gravitics.

     "Well, not so much your fault as ours.  A lot of 'phins treat me as
the Delphin Shardik, and come to me for advice.  Let's be honest, you
and I, Ken, and admit that we're too nice guys."

     "Two nice guys?"

     "No, too nice.  As in for our own good."

     I nodded, understanding the words if not the meaning.  But I think
I was getting it.  I downed about a quart of the nanochine drink, which
is functionally equivalent to any real sports juice- lots of glucose,
salt, and water.  "Go on," I said, putting aside the bottle and slipping
into the water.  No burning.  I smiled.

     "Do you have enough time for everybody who comes to you?" he asked.

     I scowled.  "I wish I did."

     "There aren't enough nice guys, are there?" he asked.  I shook my
head.  "Do you have to stop being nice?"

     I slid up next to him in the water, fishing an oxytab out and
holding it.  "No, I just have to decide who's really priority to being
nice to."

     "I don't copy," he said.  I smiled.  I hadn't used that phrase
myself in decades.

     "I... had to decide who was really important to me.  The family, if
you will.  You.  I'm a nice guy, but it's up to me to seek you out, if I
care."

     "Like your friend, Nance."

     I nodded.  "Do I sound harsh when I say I can't care about
everybody?"

     He waved his tail in the water slowly.  "No," he admitted, sighing
as only Dolphins can.  "No, you don't.  Even I know that's impossible."

     I scratched my hair gently, feeling the salt itch slightly against
my scalp.  "I went after Nance full speed because I wanted him in my
house.  I didn't want him to get killed, and if he had a family he
wouldn't be as reckless as he was at first."

     "He still got hurt."

     "Yes, but he came back.  That's the important part.  He fought for
me.  And I fought for him.  I don't have the resources to do it for
everybody, not the time, not the will, but I when I pick those I care
for, there's a good reason for it.  Am I making ANY sense?"

     He nodded, a single, quick jerk.  "You're saying I have to realize
I'm just one 'phin."

     "Sadly enough, yeah."  I kissed him, feeling my lips slide along
slick, dolphin hide.  "Everybody told me not to bother with Nance, he
wasn't worth the effort, or the pain, because he was just going to die,
probably sometime soon."

     "Do you do that often?"

     "What, have self-destructive tendencies that sometimes pay off?"

     He gave a laugh, which sounded not unlike a kazoo being tortured by
cats.  "Yeah."

     "Sometimes.  Not... not often, I would hope."

     "How often are they worth it?"

     "Always."

     "Always?" he asked.  "How can self-destruction be always worth it?"

     "Because I always learn something.  I never learn not to do that
again, but I learn something.  Because always the situation is
different."

     He didn't seem happy with the answer.  "Is that what I have to do?"

     "No, you don't have to."

     "But you do.  I can't picture it."

     I shrugged, kissing him again, this time closer to his dorsal.
"That's the way I am."

     He sighed.  "I guess I'm not built that way."

     "Guess not.  Hey, Shirm?"

     "Eh?"

     "Wanna do an open water?"

     "What, now?" he asked as I scratched him gently.  He began to
chitter softly; he's always liked the way I scratch him.

     "Yeah?"

     "Keep doing that and you'll have me convinced.  Got that breathing
thing you need?"

     "Better," I said.  "New nanochine.  Oxygen reprocessor."  I buckled
a belt-pouch about my waist.  Other than that, I went naked.

     "Let's go," he said.  We dove for the SDisk and the lagoon,
following it out as fast we could manage, my holding him close.  We
stopped about a hundred meters offshore and I closed my eyes, sinking
into the sea.  About a meter down, I got ready for stage one.

     I put the oxytab in my mouth and held it there; the feeling of it's
activation is always creepy, but I'd been getting used to the sensation
of millions of tiny spiders crawling along my brachiation.  It settled
for a second,  and I opened my eyes.  The focus was off, but adjusted
quickly; Shirmin was watching me with concern.  It was time for stage
two.

     I inhaled.  Water flooded my lungs, burning and chilling at the
same time.  Like the last occasion I tried this stunt, my entire body
shuddered, screaming in defiance, fearful of drowning.  I cursed and
wished for self control.  It came back slowly.  I was not going to die.

     "Are you okay?" I heard him say.  Like I said, he had good taste in
voders; this one let him talk equally proficiently underwater.

     I tapped my throat; I couldn't talk this way.  It was a major
differnce from the old mask, where I could.  At least this way I felt
less encumbered.  I pointed to my head, then fished out a little Brace
radio center from my belt pouch, turned it on.  *Can you hear me?*

     "Better," he said.  "That's weird."

     *Sorry,* I replied.  *Water won't move past the vocal chords fast
enough.*

     "How long does that thing last?" he asked.

     *About six hours or so,* I replied.  *And there are other
limitations.  It's a warm day, though, so we shouldn't have other
problems.*

     "That's interesting," he said.  "You're more fish than I am."

     *You were never meant to be a fish.*

     He smiled.  "You know what I mean."

     *I hate when people mistake Dolphins and fish.  That's so stupid.
You're not even close.*

     "We're sexier, for one thing."

     *Uh-huh!* I replied, reaching out to stroke him as he swam by.  I
let myself drop to the ocean floor, checking for marine life before
letting my toes sink into the white sand.  The last time I'd played with
the oxytabs I had nearly been sliced in two by a sleeping leopard ray.

     He swam by casually.  "You have to stay down, don't you?"

     *Well, I can't breathe air until I undo this thing.*

     He nudged up against me.  "We'll manage," he said, rubbing by me,
deliberately dragging a pectoral fin over my crotch lazily.

     *Is that a hint?*

     "This was your idea," he said.  He swum around me in circles; it is
true that dolphins are huge phallic symbols, and I wanted the one in
front of me.

     *I remember the first time we tried this.*  I smiled.

     "At least there wasn't as much screaming and yelling as the first
time I tried you."

     *I knew I could handle the size,* I replied, *I forgot about the
salt water, however.*

     He nodded, shooting up to the surface for a breath before coming
back down.  "Meet me halfway?" he asked.

     I pushed off the bottom and ascended.  Halfway up he met me and
shouted "Grab on!"  I took hold of his dorsal and we were off, full
speed through the ocean.  The warm water parted before us, he and I, as
we shot down into the bright sea.  He took a turn; I wrapped my legs
around his midriff, wanting to turn around, get underneath him.  My
erection was pressed against his spine, which massaged me with every
stroke as we exploded out into the sunlight and were tossed apart by his
violence.  I fell back into my newfound element, and he was suddenly
beside me again.  I rubbed him and kissed him.  *I remember.*

     "Get in," he smiled.  "I want to, too."  I clambered underneath
him, the phrase 'sea monkey' running through my head as I did so.  As I
pressed my erection against his anus and slid in, I remembered about
him, and all dolphins, especially males.  His anus is actually slightly
elongated, so my cock felt like it was wedged between two tight but very
soft and wonderful plates.  I reached up and grabbed his dorsals,
pulling myself up and wrapping my legs around his tail.  He decided to
provide the motion, swimming carefully, in that slow and gentle action. 
I held on underneath, my legs gripping his sides; there was just enough
motion for me to feel the pleasure of his anus again.

     "Feels neat," he sighed as we slid down into the water.

     *You do, too.  Thanks for coming by,* I replied.  I began to flex
my knees gently, providing my own motion.

     "That's it... you never did know when to stop."  He own cock
swelled out of it's sheathslit, pressing up between us.  I bent down,
putting a terrible amount of drag on our already less then hydrodynamic
shape, and reached for it.  I took the head into my mouth and sucked
down, gently.

     "Ohfah!" he gasped.  "You don't have to stop this time, do you?"

     *Nope,* I replied.  *It's great to be able to talk with my mouth
full!*

     He laughed into the water.  I felt it more than heard it.  I let
loose his cock and began stroking his asshole harder, fucking him.
*It's my turn.*

     "Yes," he sighed, arcing his body to break the surface and get a
breath of air.  "I want to feel you lose it, Ken."  I smiled; my arms
and thighs burned with the force of our lovemaking, and I began to shove
my cock deeper into his slick, sexy body, gripping tightly.

     *I'm getting there...*

     "Yeah.. come on."

     *Oh, Shirm...* I said, losing the ability to even think clearly,
and then exploding into him, control following thought into sweet
oblivion.  I could feel each jet of semen squeeze out of me and I held
on.  I felt dizzy.

     He stopped moving then, floating in the water at a stop.  "Are you
okay, Ken?"

     *I don't know...*  I paused, then realized what had happened.  The
oxytabs aren't meant for real serious exertion; I had apparently pushed
this one past it's limits.

     "Should I get you back?"

     *That would probably be a good idea.*  I held onto his dorsal and
he made his way back into the lagoon.  *Hold it,* I said.

     "What?"

     *I need to take this thing out.*  I fished into the beltpouch and
found the detab.  I waited until I felt I was ready and climbed up onto
shore.  I was now literally a fish out of water, and would die if I
didn't deactivate the nanochine I had incorporated.  *Dave, shut down my
autonomics.*

     *Ken,* the AI replied, *That's not a good idea.*

     *Do it, dammit.*

     There was a pause, and my whole body seemed to go completely numb. 
I put the deact-tab into my mouth and watched, but did not feel, as I
went into convulsions, coughing up water onto the beach, plus
significant portions of my lunch.  I was quite sure that the other
orifices of my body were equally abused.  When it was over, I swept the
entire mess into the stream leading down and out of the lagoon, sure
that either the tide or Dave would make sure it was cleaned up before
anyone else came along.  I watched the entire process with a sense of
clinical detachment.  *Okay, Dave, let me have it.*

     My senses came back on line, suddenly and painfully.  I groaned,
suffering with the return of sensation, feeling every last centimeter of
my throat and GI-tract twist and knot.

     "I hate to repeat myself, but are you okay?"

     "I..."  My voice sounded terrible.  "I will be."

     "Why didn't you take the mask?" Shirmin asked, concerned.

     "Because I like those tabs."

     "But look what they do to you!"

     "So?" I asked.  "It was worth it, to be with you, Shirm."  I leaned
out over the water and kissed him between his eyes again.  "Will you be
okay?"

     "I think so.  I'm just worried about you!"

     "Don't be.  I'll recover.  By tonight I'll be my usual healthy
safe."

     "I hope so."

     "I know so."

     "Then..."  He paused.  "I guess I'll get going.  Toma's going to
wonder where I am."

     "Take care, lover," I said.

     He turned over in the water, waving one fin in my direction.  He
dove down into the water, then suddenly vaulted skyward.  "Goodbye!" he
shouted, then careened down the stream as if with rocket-assist.  I
waved goodbye to him as he disappeared once more into the wide Vinyare'
ocean.

--
"Object Lesson"
The Journal Entries of Kennet R'yal Shardik, et. al., And Related Tales
are (c) 1989, 1992 Elf Matheiu Sternberg.  May be freely distributed by
cybernetic media; hardcopies are limited to single printings for
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