Order of The Dolphin
They arrived at the Dorothy Pecaut Nature Center around dinner time. Having sucked the last spheres, Belivet and Cantrell were oozing confidence in their mission. Even Abby seemed happy after Cantrell had “jump started her spark plugs” in a portable toilet right outside the gates. Belivet and Carol had had to pull them out of the damn box since it had tipped over during an exceptionally intense moment they had shared.
Rindy looked bored out of her mind and the sight of a plastic toilet rolling down the hill didn’t exactly improve her mood. “What the fuck are we doing here?” she wailed shifting her weight from one foot to another.
“Patience, darling,” Carol soothed her, failing miserably, “We are here to help Belivet and Cantrell find their lost friend.” Sighing, she let her gaze linger on Belivet’s slim body. The petite alien was bending over the hood of the car and studying the map of the area. Well, it wasn’t exactly the entire body Carol was gawking at. Gotta get me some of that… bottled water in the trunk, she exhaled hysterically.
Smiling, Belivet cast a lovely glance at her. Your attention to your overall well-being is so admirable, Carol-2015, she complimented, I’d hate for you to get dehydrated. I’m sure your body is in desperate need of moisture.
Yeah… The nervous tic made its comeback on Carol’s face. Just taking care of the moisture here. Her limbs were itching, and the mad rash seemed to be reaching her brain any minute now. She downed the water bottle in one desperate gulp her eyes glued on Belivet’s trim derriere.
It was getting dark but not quite pitch black yet. We should activate our groin search lights at some point, Cantrell suggested to Belivet when they entered the park. I presume you earthlings don’t have similar devices? she continued curiously. So far I haven’t detected any such mechanism in Abigail-2015. The red light appears only on her face during my closer examinations. Shrugging her shoulders self-consciously, Abby looked a bit embarrassed.
It’s glowing alright, Carol retorted sarcastically but when she noticed Cantrell getting ready to ask her more about it she got outright furious. NO! WE DON’T HAVE THOSE! OUR CROTCHES AREN’T FUCKING TORCHES, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! Her outburst took both Belivet and Cantrell totally by surprise, and for a minute Cantrell looked like she was getting ready to use the groin grip on Carol.
Abby took Carol aside. “You okay, darling?” she said looking at her closely. “When was your last calibration? Maybe you should take your time in the toilet as well… I know it’s lying flat on the ground but it could be… you know… even more fun.” Abby wriggled her eyebrows at her friend.
“That’s just it!” Carol exclaimed. “I have no fucking use for any more calibration, I’m pretty sure I can hear alien mosquitoes farting in Andromeda by now, but what I could use is some good old-fashioned fucking!” Closing her eyes, she rubbed her temples in agony.
“I’m afraid the old-fashioned kind is out of the question with these two…” Abby chuckled glancing furtively at their companions.
“Whatever kind is fine!” Carol snapped back. “I don’t mind and I don’t care! I just want something going you-know-where, and when that finally – FINALLY! - happens I want to scream my head off in some dingy recharge station!”
Abby rested her hand on Carol’s shoulder. “I know, honey, that’s what we all want. It’s a beautiful dream and you must hang onto it. Never lose faith…” Carol drew a series of short breaths. She knew she was making a scene, and it certainly wasn’t needed here in the middle of nowhere.
It was eerily quiet inside the Nature Center. A barred owl kept an eye on them as they navigated their route along the narrow dirt path. Something slithering between Rindy’s feet made her jump up and scream. “It’s only a western hognose snake,” Abby cackled, “it’s harmless…”
“How the FUCK am I supposed to know that?” Rindy hissed positively livid – tripping over a box turtle next. “I didn’t ask to come along!!! I FUCKING HATE YOU, I HATE YOU ALL!” She took off wandering several feet ahead of the others.
What is hate, Carol-2015? Belivet asked her green eyes almost neon bright in the falling darkness.
It’s also a strong emotion, Carol explained clearing her thoughts. A state of mind one sometimes has when, for instance, love turns sour. An irreconcilable feeling of bitterness… something like that, she mumbled.
So love has attained the characteristics of fermentation or rancidity, then? Belivet mused rubbing her chin with her thumb and forefinger. It starts tasting and smelling of decay?
Amused, Carol had to agree. Something like that, yeah. Belivet’s literal definition of turning sour tickled her troubled mind. She couldn’t avert her eyes from Belivet’s neon gaze that touched her heaving curves like a magic wand swirling over a silk-lined top hat.
We are getting close, Cantrell warned, the sisters hid Todd-1961 next to Kestrel Point. She activated her formidable groin and urged Belivet to do the same. Joining hands, they formed an awesome search light that was enough to light the entire area in magnificent red radiance.
Trying their best not to stare them below the waistline, both Carol and Abby swallowed hard. This gives a whole different meaning to the old saying “the light of my life”, Carol mused nervously as Cantrell started digging a hole in the ground. Given that she had no shovel or any other tool either, she was being very efficient.
When Cantrell fell a tree with just her bare hands and teeth, Abby was filled with enormous pride. “That’s my beaver…” she beamed at Carol who wasn’t at all sure they were allowed to wreak such havoc in an animal sanctuary.
Something was lodged under the trunk of the felled tree. Both Cantrell and Belivet cleared the dirt away from the sight revealing a rather large metallic container with several folded-in antennas attached to its sides.
With a single thrust of their hips, both Belivet and Cantrell shot a red pelvic laser at the lock of the container causing it to burst open. What was inside was nothing short of – weird.
Belivet made a list of items Cantrell drew out of Todd-1961:
The Terezian Chronicles, Volumes 1-50 000 (written in really small print but in a neat font) – a pair of high heels, red – three pairs of leather gloves, grey – a mink coat, swanky – an erotoscope, used – a couple of tattered leaflets advertising a women’s night at All You Can Eat @ 302 Pierce St, Sioux City, IA 51101 –a device [Cantrell mumbled its real name in passing] with a pair of metal paddles attached, brand new – a manual called “Come As You Are. A Guide for Hatchlings” by Sister Alicia, earmarked and underlined – a roll of film, 16 mm – three leather full body harnesses [a thong front connected with two snaps, the shoulder straps fixed at front and snapped on back, Carol noticed, with several rings at front but only a couple at back] – a small glass statue of a dolphin, transparent – plus of large metal case (the contents of which Cantrell was reluctant to reveal).
So many questions crowding their minds, Carol and Abby stared at Belivet and Cantrell who were now busy with the actual mechanism of Todd-1961. Turning the antennas up, Belivet switched its system on. Bleeping and buzzing victoriously, Todd-1961 zoomed up to levitate a few feet in the air. The whirlpool it created made Carol’s hair twirl and Belivet to touch her hand encouragingly.
Now we’re getting somewhere, Cantrell smiled contentedly. It’s Princess Busy Fingers…and she’s near… Hearing good news, Belivet’s dimples deepened and she squeezed Carol’s fingers excitedly.
Indeed. Before they could finish their thoughts, Harrison was spotted walking towards them in the familiar slow motion. Oh my lord, she’s beautiful… Carol couldn’t get her eyes off the blonde babe who unlike her predecessors was clothed – if one can call teeny tiny micro shorts, a ripped white tank top and combat boots clothing. There was also another reason why Carol kept staring at her. Harrison was not alone – she was carrying Rindy on her back.
Stay. Harrison smiled at Rindy who had no intention whatsoever to leave the side of her captor. Is she on drugs? Carol wondered examining her daughter’s euphoric face. Did Harrison give her a happy pill or something?
Harrison, the sight of you overwhelms me with everything that is good, Cantrell mused seriously placing her right hand on her shoulder.
To see you, Princess, is better than a Terezian banquet of endless spheres and greens, Belivet acknowledged wiping something away from the corner of her eye.
Is she crying?!? Carol couldn’t believe what she was witnessing. Nah… probably just something in her eye...
Cantrell, Belivet – my sisters – I knew this day would come. Beaming, Harrison pulled them into a group hug.
“Maybe they could create some heat together… it’s been a rather chilly summer here in Iowa,” Abby whispered to Carol. “It would be interesting to… watch.”
Narrowing her eyes contemptuously, Carol glared at Abby. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” She found Abby’s quip to be poor in taste. “Keep your sordid fantasies to yourself.”
Before Abby had time to object, Belivet gathered the troops together. It’s time for us to recharge – Harrison’s exhausted, I can tell. Rindy couldn’t stop grinning, and it made her mother uncomfortable.
Carol-2015, I know what you’re thinking but it’s okay. Belivet was very convincing. Harrison won’t in any way harm Rindy-16, she’s practically a hatchling herself.
Well, okay… I guess there’s no alternative, Carol fretted. She couldn’t control her daughter anyway and by the look on her face the idea of recharging had completely done away with the former sullenness.
After a modest evening snack they retired to their assigned rooms. Carol took her clothes off and got in bed ready to start another night of sexless wonder. Belivet was already waiting for her between the sheets.
Carol-2015… she started a sly smile lingering on her exquisite lips. I’d like to give you something. Belivet handed her the glass statue of a dolphin. She must have swiped it in her pocket at some point, occurred to Carol.
Why, thank you… Carol said looking at the awkward figure depicting an elongated sea mammal in mid-jump. Belivet’s gesture was kind but the statue wasn’t exactly the kind of bric-a-brac Carol used to look for in antique stores. I wonder how it’ll look on my mantelpiece.
This is not a statue per se, Belivet informed her. Not something to be displayed as such. She was searching for a right thought. For many years a separate section of sisters lived and thrived in Terez, she elaborated. They called themselves The Order of The Dolphin. They were very wise and mostly kept away from our activities. Belivet smiled at Carol who was eager to hear the rest. This was their symbol and a key to their happiness… I had a Dolphin friend so I know what I’m talking about. Belivet blushed gently.
So… knowing what I know about you, Carol-2015, and even though this isn’t yet ideal either, Belivet continued apprehensively, I’d like you to take this…
Well, thank you, that’s very kind of you, Carol mumbled still clueless about Belivet’s intentions.
No, Carol-2015, I’d very much like you to TAKE THIS, Belivet said emphatically. She took the statue away from Carol and slid it under the blanket.
It took a few seconds for Carol to register what was happening, and by the time she did, she was already hurled on an orgasmic orbit that circled the Terezian galaxy known as beautiful Belivet.
“HOLY FUCK!”