I can explain! It was a gift for someone on the tomarry discord! Also, in case you didn't read the summary, Tom is a dolphin. A literal dolphin, doing dolphin things. Not a dolphin mermaid, but a real life dolphin. I cannot stress this enough.

Harry loved his job, he really did. He had always loved the aquarium as a child, insisting on having a seasonal pass that allowed him to visit whenever he wished. He especially loved the dolphins, with their sleek bodies and fast movement as they glided through the water.

And now he was living his dream as of the aquarium's many dolphin trainers.

He had been excited when he had first start—he wondered which dolphin would be his to bond with—only to have his excitement crushed when he discovered which dolphin he was assigned to.

Tom.

His heart sank a little when he had read the name.

Vicious and violent, unwilling to cooperate with other dolphins when they were placed in his tank and going as far as to kill the female they had placed in his tank in hopes of mating them together—Tom was the most temperamental dolphin the aquarium had ever had to handle. And his repeated attempts on the other trainers lives were not helping his case. Harry was rightfully terrified of him.

Unfortunately for Harry, while most trainers were reassigned within the day, Tom seemed to have taken a liking to him, allowing Harry to enter his pool without trying to drown him like he often tried with others. In fact, he was worryingly affectionate to Harry; butting his legs whenever Harry was standing on the pools steps during feeding time and making happy trills during training that Harry knew had nothing to do with the treats he was receiving for his tricks.

However, rather recently, Tom was becoming a bit more aggressive, especially towards Harry. He had begun to make a strange popping sound, like a fist rapping on hollow wood, whenever he saw Harry, then much angier whistles if Harry did not approach him immediately. Those were the days Harry stayed out of the pool, staying firmly on the concrete a good foot away from the pools edge and simply tossing Tom's fish at him, refusing to train him for fear of what would happen when they were in the water together.

He was truly beginning to wonder if twenty bucks an hour was worth all this.

Today was like any other day with Harry entering the pool, carrying as large bucket of fish for Tom's breakfast. It really did amaze Harry that the aquarium would even allow him alone with Tom, given his violent nature, but the old man running the place seemed to have faith in him.

Harry did not.

Tom, upon spotting Harry, rose his head from the water and gave the popping sound as always. Harry rolled his eyes, making his way over to him with his breakfast.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming." Harry muttered, ignoring the pleased clicks Tom gave as he came closer. "Awfully rambunctious this morning, aren't we?"

He sat on the edge of the pool, allowing his calves to be submerged in the cool water. He knew it was going to be a hot day, the temperature already nearly seventy so early in the morning and the sun as unforgiving as usual.

Tom made several chirps and trills, swimming closer as Harry reached into the bucket to pull out a fish. He held it above his head, and Tom rose above the water, his mouth open for Harry to drop the fish within. There was a pleased click before Tom dove beneath the water, reappearing a moment later to leap from the water, making a grand show of flipping himself. Harry rolled his eyes.

"Yes, yes, very nice." Harry drawled, grabbing another fish to toss to Tom.

Tom eagerly gulped it down and dived beneath the water once more, returning a moment later with a cleaning brush held between his teeth. The same brush Harry had lost last week..

"...Thanks." Harry said blandly, taking the brush from Tom.

It was likely that it had lodged itself in between some coral while he was cleaning Tom's tank, and Tom had pulled it free. Tom stealing things only to return them later or simply finding them wasn't unusual, so Harry didn't think much of it, turning slightly to toss it into the bucket near the stands.

Tom seemed to have other ideas, seeing Harry's outstretched arm as an opportunity.

Harry was surprised when his forearm was suddenly grabbed between Tom's teeth. Suddenly, he was tugged forward into the water.

The cold water was a shock to his system and he instinctively gasped, causing the salty water to enter his mouth. Thankfully, Tom only kept him under for a moment before releasing his arm and swimming away, allowing Harry to reemerge with a gasp and a coughing fit.

His arm stung painfully and he glanced over to see that Tom had managed to bite through his wetsuit, leaving a ring of needle like holes on his arm that were bleeding into the water.

Harry tensed when he saw Tom swim a back to him, circling several times and butting his head against Harry's side, urging him towards the center of the pool. He was definitely against that idea, swimming back towards where Tom had just pulled him from, only to receive an annoyed click and nip to his thigh from Tom.

He froze and, when Tom drifted a bit closer, he kicked out viciously, managing to hit him in the snout. He may get in trouble for assaulting one of the aquariums animals, but he would take that over being potentially drowned.

The kick managed to distract Tom long enough for him to swim backwards quickly, making it towards the edge of the pool before Tom was on him once more.

Tom bit onto his foot and pulled him underneath once more. But Harry was a bit more prepared this time, taking a breath before he went under. He was very lucky that he could hold his breath for a bit longer than normal, or else he would not survive being underwater for so long.

Harry found himself pressed tightly between Tom and the wall behind him, his underbelly against Harry's own stomach. He reached his arms up, hoping to shove Tom off of him and attempt his escape once more, only to feel something poke his leg. Something very hard and very slimy.

Harry stilled, his head glancing down between them and—okay, that was a dick.

A dolphin dick.

A dolphin dick that belonged to Tom, who was making happy little squeaks as he rubbed himself against Harry and, consequently, his dick against Harry's leg. Harry didn't have enough time to be freaked out over what was happening to him before Tom let out a grunt and came, the thick ropes slashing between them and into the water around them as Tom pulled away.

The only thought going through Harry's mind was a firm and resounding: What. The. Fuck.

He stayed there, frozen. as Tom swam away, making the same clicking and chirps as before, sounding much happier than he had for the past week. When he looked down, he was relieved to see that the mess Tom had left on him had not stained his suit, already beginning to wash away in the pools water. Kicking himself upwards, he broke the surface with no objections from Tom.

He pulled himself out of the pool, letting his blushing face rest on the concrete as he fully absorbed what had happened to him.

Sexually assaulted.

By a fucking dolphin.

This was downright humiliating.

He was quitting. Twenty bucks was not worth this.