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Chapter 8 by tailteller

What does he find when he returns?

A closer encounter than expected

When he turned back to the television, he saw the documentary had taken a turn towards dolphin mating rituals. He could hear her breathing heavy, and the sofa was alight with bright lavender and pink colors. The dots all around her body took turns flashing. As he quietly made his way to the side of the room, he could see her hands between her legs. An unmistakable squishing sound echoed through the room, and she rocked back and forth. Her mouth hung open gently, and her lavender tongue licked at her lips. He could see her nipples hardening, poking out slightly at the center. He felt himself grow hard.

Shit, why is that hot..., he thought. He watched in stunned silence, as her breathing grew and she let out several low trills and vowels. Her rocking grew faster, and so did her fingers. Suddenly her legs opened wide, and he could just make out the violet lips between her fingers. He realized he'd been stroking himself over his pants, and **** himself to stop. The unmistakable sound of fingers digging and working at her inner folds, and plunging into her wet opening had sealed it. He pulled out his cock and stroked furiously.

She halted for a moment, finally seeing him. A small smile touched her face and she continued, moaning and trilling louder. She turned slightly, bringing her ministrations into better view. He came first, firing across the carpet in front of him. She followed soon after, her entire body tensing for a moment before thrashing wildly on his sofa, her voice halting for several seconds before bellowing a vibrating moan into the air. A small trickle of pink liquid dripped out onto the cushions.

The two stared at each other for a while, processing what had happened. Then, suddenly, the dots along her entire body turned a deep purple and she ran through the house back into the bath tub. He stared at the pink stain on his sofa, and the cum he'd left on the carpet. Had he really done that? What if we...no, what the fuck am I thinking. Would that even work? Stop! She's not even human!, he sighed before saying aloud to himself, "I need a girlfriend..."

Clean up, or bed?

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