Millie finally looked into Flip's eyes, and she saw the kind, almost human pearls of her former dolphin friend, gazing longingly, thankfully, and understandingly into Millie's eyes.
But they weren't just almost human anymore.
They were gazing lovingly.
Millie chuckled, eased herself, and returned the hug to Flip, her leg-arm-tails wrapping awkwardly around his back as they slowly sank among pillars of bubbles, gently touching the bottom of the pool, their heads resting comfortably on each others' necks, scales, dolphin skin, and human skin all making soothing contact to one another.
Eventually they let go, not forgetting to do the cute "Smurf" nose rub they sometimes performed when Millie visited Flip in the evening.
Millie giggled shyly and then started laughing again as Flip let out a happy squeak, spinning and then swimming in an outrageous circle around the pool.
When he/she returned, Flip, with one hand behind his/her back and a dorky smirk on his/her face, grabbed his now pretty much limp penis and poked it at Millie, to which she rolled her eyes and shook her head.
Flip, thankfully, still understood her - he wouldn't do anything she didn't want done to her.
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They sat at the bottom of the pool for a bit, Millie gently rubbing the bruises she had given Flip, and Flip soothing the hand-marks he had given Millie on her legs' shoulders.
They swam loops around the pool, racing - Millie sometimes winning, but Flip winning the most.
They also teased each other by squeezing each other's nipples and, in the heat of the battle, tugging on each other's penises - until they had to stop when they got too horny.
They watched the sun slowly fall and begin to set from below the water, the warm pinks, yellows, and reds mixing and warbling from beneath the pool's surface before it was momentarily blocked by Millie's pants and underwear, still floating.
Before Millie could even ask, Flip's magnificent for rocketed to the surface of the water, grabbing her pants with his/her hand and then scooping up her underwear with his/her mouth (longer than a human's) before hooking it onto his/her semi-erect penis with a sly smirk - a move to which Millie had to laugh at.
She became worried when he remained bobbing at the top of the pool, his body from the chest-up peeking out from the pool, the lapping waters continually raising just above and then falling just below his nipples.
Millie swam up to meet him, running her hands from her arm as she quickly neared the surface of the pool along Flip's dolphin and then human(oid) halves as her head broke the surface of the water, her gill flaps closing as her lungs retuned to her mouth and nose, to greet the deafening cacophony that Flip had been frightened by.
The few hours they had been underwater had insulated them entirely from the violence, screaming, and fire that was occurring around them and around the rest of the world, as mutants ran and hid, rioters stormed just about everywhere, and the government tried to instill order.
The bitter smells of smoke and dust and the sounds of gunfire, screaming, yelling, and crashing were interrupted every now and then by the rumbles and booms of explosions that had replaced the thunder of the long distant red skies of the Fusion Wave.
Overwhelmed, Flip had begun to cry.
As shocked as Flip was, Millie gently rubbed Flip's chin and cheeks at the same time with her two palms.
She said - "Let's wait it out together."
And they sank once more, hugging, to the bottom of the pool.