Get-Away Beach
Yay, another story. It turned out pretty well, has an orca in it, and something I'm pretty sure I'ven't seen elsewhere, a seal (note: not a "Sea-Lion", but "Seal" isn't on the keywords list). w00t for originality. The original concept behind this was a lot kinkier, spoogier, involved another orca and involved vore (original title was going to "Don't play with your food") but that's not how this one turned out. Oh well. And following some people's comments on my previous story, I redid my style a bit; the ending actually makes sense of some kind. Enjoy!
Oh yeah...M/M, sex....umm...18+ readers only (pssh, yeah right), c'mon, if you're this far into the site you should know what you're getting yourself into. X3
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Ah, what a beautiful day for sunbathing! The clouds are checkered across the sky - which is accessorized magnificently to a deep steel blue. The ocean is calm today, and the tide is low, allowing for optimum cushion-like mud to lay in. A breeze drifted along the pristine shore, delightfully cool and refreshing; it felt as is one was lying in the shallows, accept it was free to breathe and no risk of washing anywhere dangerous. No, this was the perfect time and place for a young seal to sunbathe, especially since it was mating season among the orcas, meaning the chances of a hungry monochromatic predator climbing onto the secluded Arctic beach was as likely as those silly penguins lifting off the ground and soaring through the air. As chance would have it, the mating season for seals was coincidentally around the same time this year, so this adolescent bachelor - whom strangely had no interest in siring children right now - enjoyed the peaceful solitary reach of dampened sand and rolling waves.
Nall, just reaching his Summer of Courtship - when he should be looking for a pretty young female - decided to take the day off, all of it, and not worry about impressing any ditsy girls. His parents badgered him for weeks about this upcoming season, pressuring him to follow in his father's steps, and his oldest brother's steps, and his next-oldest brothers' steps, and his grandfathers' steps, and his uncles' steps, etc., and within their first season find that special lady to knock up and bear child. Nall could just never see the reason to get all huffy about the whole deal. He's seen how his parents bicker, how his brother and his brother's mate treat each other; it was almost an insult to be forced into such an ordeal. So he planned to skip all the heartburn, heartache, and heartbreak, and enjoy being a kid for whatever time he had left. A contented sigh slipped past his muzzle, wriggling his plump body to the form-fitting mud beneath him, muscles nicely formed beneath residing baby fat and fur to give a semi-grown overall cuteness about him. Subtly toned legs stretched out as webbed toes clenched and relaxed, his fins nestled nicely under his smooth head, whiskers laxed over his cheeks, the very ebb of the tide lapping at the his light cream skin as gray and silver puffs-o'-fluffs sailed by miles overhead.
Morn came and went unnoticed, the tide shifting just slightly with the passing day. Nall had a large breakfast, so he wouldn't worry about lunch until later. Time itself seemed at a standstill for this single harbor seal, his spirit in a natural flow with Mother Ocean's tides and Father Sky's breeze. His dreams pictured these personified apparitions as seals, the perfect parents, nurturing his creative playfulness instead of condoning it, offering time for courtship and having the young maidens to offer their dances to him - as opposed to him bobbing up and down like a fool. He naively allowed himself to fantasize about his own personal harem, imagining doing as his father and brothers talked of. What curious thoughts to gain, especially in this very season he planned to do nothing at all. His smiled faded for only second as he realized the futility of his attempts to deny nature's course, but decided to just have this image for now and the consequences be damned.
Through noon and lunch he laid upon that beach, dreaming of girls and enacting as his male relatives spoke of - though he wasn't entirely sure how exactly to go about it. His dreams began to waver, however, veering off course as more masculine designs came into view, little sprites of curiosity whizzing about his head as to these male seals now inhabiting among the females. What really surprised Nall was the scent that came with these silhouettes - and unlike the women - he could clearly distinguish genitals; this wasn't as surprising, after some thought, since he knows what his brothers and father look like. Still...there was a definite male scent wafting into his dreams.
The young heart pitter-pattered, beating alarmingly quickly as he was breaking from his sensual mirage, and a sudden tingling and growth below his waist. Eyes fluttered as he felt the strangest sensations through his pubescent body, and suddenly a high gasp! Something below his waist throbbed, and something else touched it! It was a bolt of ecstasy, like the initial feeling of fear before the thrill of zooming down a steep ice-made slide, but this caused a buck of his hips and an arch of his chest with a slight tensing of his muscles. Whatever was pressed against...him was folded, juicy, and not to different from a tongue - he would guess it a tongue if he had imagined that anyone he knew had a tongue that big. His young mind reeled...for someone found him, and in all positions one where his newly grown genitals were just realizing their potential.
He didn't dare open his eyes, best to act as calm and collective about this as possible; maybe he could pretend that he planned this all along. He was pretty certain it was a female, and what was pressed against his thingy must be that thing that girls have that boys don't - a vagina, he remembers his parents explaining. He'd never seen one in such a way, much less touched one - ironically the latter now preceded the former. He deciding to hum softly, let whomever this girl was to play with him for the time being, then try some that smooth courtship stuff he'd seen his brothers use before. Weirdly enough - despite his adamant objections and personal ignorance to courting - he just felt that this was what he needed to do; instinct made things rather easy.
A boyish smile spread across his muzzle, whiskers perking slightly as he relaxed, the tip of his pecker continued in the sultry caressing, juices dribbling down his length as he felt so incredibly hard, trying as he might to retain a cool composure. The moist organ caressed the entirety of his hardon's underside, causing another shrill gasp from the young seal. His hips bucked again when the tip of his inexperienced phallus was taken into a slick, hot enclosure, the pressure increasing about his sensitivities, shivers running up and down his body. It slid further in, and against his throbbing member he felt teeth.
His body jerked violently away from this horrifying stranger, he had no idea girls had teeth down there! If such a crucial fact were known he'd've never allowed this to happen! His body was erected, sitting up and pulling his legs to him as his eyes shot open, his maw open to yell, wielding a furrowed brow of discontent. "Wait a min-!" he started to command, his mouth opened wider as the furrowed brow of discontent quickly stretched high onto his head with raised eyebrows of shock and fear, adorable inky eyes stared on in terror at the black and white golem laying on his stomach not 2 feet away. His head wore a sinister, mischievous grin, held up by the backside of his fins intertwined and propped but on elbows. His were spread out behind him - one crossed over the other at the ankle - following a physique with muscles none to different from boulders, but even in size-hiding position he looked 2 or 3 times larger than Nall.
The seal was paralyzed in the sand, entire body locked in place amidst the presence of this enormous orca. He never saw one before, having only heard of them in bedtime stories and tales from the fishers of his family. The orca's tongue was hanging from his still grinning beak, which opened and showed an awful row of meat-tearing jaws as he rolled his tongue safely among them and closed it again, black upper lip meeting with white lower lip once again. The killer whale looked ready to pounce, giving Nall his cue to turn and attempt a daring escape among the rocks just beyond the sands. As soon as his back was turned, however, he was pinned face down in the sandy mud, the orca's proud muscled chest against his small back, large ebony fins holding his shoulders. He felt powerful thighs scooting up and straddling his knees, the large digited fins shifting over his pubescent body, one on his upper back, the other one his rump.
"You've mighty soft skin, boi," spoke the orca, his voice a few notes below bass, and yet in such a warm, loving tone, almost harmonic. Nall could only keep silent, turning his head as to breath, cheek against the sand as he glanced over his shoulder at the towering predator, feeling as if he was to be "played" with before eaten like he'd heard of from the fishers. He whimpered softly as his backend was raised from the ground, the orca's palm completely encasing his rear, young thighs spread as a half-hard young shaft dangled, balls held tight to the helpless body. A sniffle and a shiver, fins gripped the sand as his mind went wild, thinking about the many ways the orca could tear his feeble body limb from limb. He would ask the predator directly, but he preferably didn't want to know.
"Mr. Orca, sir..." squeaked Nall, sniffing a bit as a tiny tear came to his eye, the predator turned his attention from the seal's backend to his face, his form quivering. The dual-colored behemoth simply looked amused, leaning close as Nall tried to shrink away as best as he could, "Call me Ebony, not Mr. Orca," he replied in a sensei's voice. Nall quickly nodded, half his face against the sand, "Ebony, please don't hurt me..." pleaded the helpless seal in a voice so afraid. Ebony just smiled again, his beak an inch away from the seal's ear, "Just don't struggle, it'll be easier." Nall nodded again, the orca leaning back as the seal tried his best to not be scared so shitless, and instead attempted to search for any sort of way to enjoy this instead - as long as he didn't struggle, he wouldn't be hurt...
The orca's fin gave Nall's bubbly buttocks an adoring rub and squeeze, this time a high pitch emitted from the seal's maw. The large fin on his shoulders softened its pressure, and assuredly slid down and under to support his chest, lifting it and his face from the sand. Nall suddenly felt...slightly somewhat almost safer, having this strange feeling that the predator wasn't predator-ing him as he previously imagined. Now his mind began running with entirely new images, ones he had no idea were possible until that moment. Though soon his thought process was shattered and recompromised, having just felt the orca's thick fin-ger touch between his cheeks and at his tailhole; he'd only ever felt anything exit before.
"Hmm...a nice tight virgin, a damn shame I can't take it..." Nall could feel Ebony frown slightly, however had no idea what he was talking about. The seal peeked over his shoulder, watching what he could of the orca's fin and his tush. He gasped loud and stared off at the rocks beyond the sands as Ebony's thick thumb plunged into his virgin anus, spreading the puckered flesh around a painfully thick digit. Small tears welled into the seal's eye as he clutched the fin supporting his chest, clenching fiercely around the thumb in his bum. The remained digits of Ebony's fin lovingly caressed the tender plumpness of Nall's cheeks, the thumb twisting and plunging deeper into him. The young seal could only gasp and whine, not sure if it counted as pain if he felt pleasure at the same time. The question soon answered itself as his palm held flat against the tight rear, opposable digit held fitted all the way into the virgin ass, and poking at something that sent unbelievable shocks of pleasure through his young body.
Nall couldn't speak; he could hardly breath, yet his body pushed its haunches back against Ebony's fin. Natural lubricating juices made taking the thumb relatively easy, causing the seal to buck his hips to feel his prostate be stimulated again and again. His young cock pointed rock hard, throbbing and dripping small beads of amateur pre-seed onto the sand. The thumb twisted inside him again, showing no mercy against the defenseless prostate, as 2 girthy fin-gers reached beneath Nall and grasped the hypersensitive boy meat. Nall's breath caught in his throat as his hips spontaneously thrust against the caress of Ebony's digits, screaming lustfully during his very first orgasm, thin ropes of white semen fired into the sand. The seal's hips soon slowed, body and shaft going limp as he lost his energy. His heavy panting told Ebony he was still too inexperienced for any sort of real fun.
He set the teen onto his back, pulling his fins away from the heaving chest and reddened tailhole, giving one his digits a lick, tasting the seal's essence, giving a look of disapproval, "Too thin," he speculated. A soft sigh given, he stood and head back to the waves to wash his fin of the greenhorn's cum and anal slickness; eyes fell to the meat hung between his own thighs, half-mast and getting softer. He shook his head disappointedly, "I guess I'll just have to wait until I get back home..." he sighed aloud, stepping into the waves to return to the ocean.
A few minutes passed before Nall regained consciousness again, sitting up and rubbing his noggin. His eyes took a second or two to refocus, scents and sounds coming quicker. He looked about, it wasn't that much later than he thought it was, but he was very confused as to what happened in the previous hour or so. 'What that just a dream...?' he thought to himself, recalling Ebony and the sensations going through his body. He placed a fin on the ground to stand, and to his curiosity he found a drying puddle in the sand. A wondering nose sniffed the lifted fingers, and surprising it smelt strongly of him. 'Just a wet dream...' he reasoned, having heard of them amongst his friends.
Standing erect and taking a step forward, he felt a sharp discomforting shooting through butthole, causing him to hold his knees together and hunch over a bit, putting paws over his rump. A cautious fin-ger felt about his anus, very gently prodding the swollen rim. A few realizations came to him from this undeniable evidence:
'It was definitely not a dream...', 'Do I tell my parents...?', and 'I won't be swimming right for a while...'
He sighed heavily and tread carefully to sit in the rolling waves, shivering as the cold water lapped at his sore anal ring, let it felt somewhat better. Arms rested on folded knees, idly watching the horizon, thoughts whizzing wildly through his head once again. "What did he mean by he 'can't take it'?" Nall asked aloud, "And why was he licking me?" No answer came to him, only more questions. Ebony's likeness came to him again, rippling muscles and deep voice, yet his touch was so tender, and his speech almost comforting. He then realized he'd never told the orca his name. Nall blinked, raising an eyebrow to this regret, "He doesn't need to know my name, we'll probably never see each other again." Both eyebrows raised to such a thought, and then with a shake head he felt foolish to think he'd ever miss Ebony.
Recollection returned to the shock of ecstasy when his climax hit, and began to think how wonderful it would be to feel it again. The option for another orca to bring this him was not even for consideration, so it could be best to seek another seal to bring this titillation to fruition. "Time to find a mate," Nall determined, enlightened to the idealism of a life partner and all the perks that came with it, "and consequences be damned!" His childhood came to an eye-opening end, and had him chomping at the bit to charge into adulthood, leaving the episode with Ebony behind him.
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A year came and went for a grown Nall, his baby flub and fur replaced by adult muscle and blubber, with a child-laden wife named Gemn at his side. The time of mating season was upon the seal community again, and like last year Nall stole his love away to a secluded beach to escape the rambunctious hullabaloo of horny teenagers.
Checkered clouds of gray and silver spread over the steel sky, comforting chill breaths of wind drifted along the damp sands. Nall was always overcome by a potpourri of emotions the very few times he visited this spot, yet only love and joy were recognized when Gemn was with him. They sat upon the darkened ground and held each other, enjoying the company of a mate. Nall scooped around her waist and lifted the laden-female into his lap, hugging about her shoulder and adoringly caressing her swollen stomach.
"I remember when we first met," she whispered softly, "Last year, I was one of the few seals that wasn't mated, and I'd almost lost hope until you appeared out of nowhere and declared that I was yours." They giggled softly in the memory, snuggling close as a far off splash could be heard, but it didn't seem important. "It still seems incredible that we'll be parents soon," Nall thought aloud, Gemn blushing softly as they both looked to her well-rounded abdomen.
"Charming," said an ominous voice behind them. Both seals jumped a foot in the air, Nall juggling his wife as he pivoted on his seat and fell back, Gemn sitting on his chest. They looked up in horror at the black and white behemoth crouched there, an unnerving smile upon his beak as he observed with mighty hungry eyes. Nall began to breathe heavily, then slid out carefully but quickly from under his wife and stood to guard her from the orca. The predator only chuckled sinisterly, lifting Nall with a single fin and tossing him aside, his peepers set on eating a succulent childbearing female.
With a face-full of sand the discarded seal climbed back to his feet and looked on in terror as the orca lifted his screaming mate, feeling himself paralyzed and helpless, then he heard the hunter reply as Gemn tried to fight back: "Don't struggle, it'll be easier." The flood of emotions he received here suddenly made some sort of sense; the fear, the panic, the pain, the pleasure...he remembered how it all was created, and at the top of his lungs he yelled, "Ebony! Wait!"
The orca indeed halted, looking over at Nall with a look of both curiosity and suspicion. Gemn was set on the ground, confused as well, yet relieved that said Ebony had stopped. The monochromatic giant approached the male seal - towering over his grown yet small form - fins on his black hips. Nall just looked up at him in horror, gulping slightly as he looked over his ivory chest, suddenly spotting the limp slab of pendulous meat hung between his thighs. Ebony crouched, hunched somewhat eye-to-eye with Nall.
"How do you know me?" he asked, although he did not seek to have the seal reply. His fin held the small jaw and chin, cupping the bottom front of his head as he brought the terrified face close, Nall certain that he would piss himself. Ebony's jaw opened up and gave the already petrified harbor seal a front row seat of innumerable meat-shredding teeth and breath of devoured seal. His body went limp and trembling, eyes glued open and chest heaving to breathe through the large fin. A juicy, meaty tongue reached from Ebony's maw like a tentacle and licked Nall's forehead, tugging his brow up a bit before retreating back to the confines of his dangerous mouth, which closed and smacked its lips to analyze the taste.
"Hmm...now I remember you," rumbled the orca's voice. He didn't smile, only giving the seal a bored expression, "Let me guess, you want me to eat you instead of your mate," he spoke, looking over his broad shoulder at the female seal now hiding behind the rocks, her head still in view as she gazed on in awe-struck fear. Nall saw her; relieved she was safe amongst the earth-made sanctuary, but then unsure of how to save himself. Ebony's attention returned to the seal in his grasp, releasing his hold a bit to let the prey respond. "Maybe I can give you something else than my life...?" Nall pleaded meagerly, quickly formulating a desperate plan from information he attained over the past year, praying that it would be enough to let them both live.
Ebony, raised a brow, and sat back, the seal's body seating on his knee as his other fin accompanied the opposite leg-bender. "And what do you have to give me, seal?" he interrogated, looking up and down the calming body. "My anal virginity..." replied Nall with a feeble voice, gazing on in mild fret as he awaited a response. Ebony grinned at the developing situation, setting the seal in the sand as he spread his powerful thighs, releasing his prey.
"You'd best get me nice and hard, then," said the orca. Nall nodded, hearing the warm voice he remembered so many months ago, and lowering his muzzle to the largest set of cock and orbs he'd ever seen. Gemn had done the same maneuver for him numerous times before, so he had a rather good idea of how to get this predator aroused.
His fin cradled the heavy ballsac as well as he could, the other lifting the plump ivory penis and placing it to a pair of inexperienced lips, pressing a soft tongue to the bulbous head. Ebony gave a contenting hum as he reclined, patient to Nall getting him rigid. He gulped and continued licking the cock tip, feeling it and the shaft swell in his touch, finding it become more and more difficult to get a good grip on the organ. He brought both fins to hold onto the fat girth, looking down in amazement at such a size, now concerned what he might've gotten himself into - then mortified at the thought at what this would've done to him when he was younger.
Nall opened his maw and took the tip into its confines, lashing the head with an eager tongue, tasting the salty potency as it swelled to full hardness inside his mouth. Slick pre dribbled from the hole at the top and was quickly lapped up. Ebony cupped the seal's cheek and stroked a thumb over his eyebrow, "Don't swallow too much of that, it's what'll make taking you easier," advised the orca, in that same mentoring voice from a year ago. Nall nodded and pulled the cock from his maw, using his fins to stroke the meat and his tongue to caress the head, spreading the pre liberally across the throbbing shaft, making sure to get as much lube over it as he possibly could.
Ebony gave approving, subtle moans, reaching a fin down to fondle his own heavy orbs, grunting softly as a single shot of thick cum exploded over the seal's face and into his mouth. Nall gave a surprised gasp as the cock throbbed in his grip, still hard as rock, even after covering his face with more cream than he'd ever seen before. He could only gape in amazement, squeezing the orca's rigid shaft between his fins, quickly realizing that Ebony's spunk would make a fine lube and spreading it over the throbbing length as much as he could. The orca smiled through hooded eyes at the seal's attempts, stroking the smoothness of his head and cupping his cheek again. "Turn around and get on all fours, it's time to mount you," he smiled, his cock glistening in pre and thick cum. Nall nodded and turned around to face the empty beach in patient expectancy, trying to relax his anus while on his fins and knees.
The sand shifted behind him, large, strong fins placed on his hips and thumbs parting his firm rump cheeks, "Ready or not, seal," said the orca, pressing the bulbous, swelled head against Nall's virgin hole. He gave a high gasp, trying to squeeze his rim tighter in attempts to keep the thick shaft out of him; he gulped and focused all his attention on relaxing, taking deep breaths so he wouldn't tense up - knowing full well that cock could split him open unless he took it willingly. Ebony hummed soothingly, pushing his hips forward to spread the virgin ass wider and wider with every inch. He'd pull back a little then forward a little bit more, sliding out an inch or so, then back in two inches. Nall bit his lower lip in the bewildering combination of pain and pleasure; he worried what it would've been like if it wasn't lubed at all.
The seal whined and whimpered, gripping the sand as his mouth hung agape, soon giving a silent yelp when the orca thrust what felt like the last inch of his shaft into the stretched anus. The orca only thrummed deeply and softly, slowly pulling his slick cock back and forth through the seal's spread anus, Nall's hips humping against the predator's gentle thrusts. The world spun and melded, that familiar sensation in his prostate driving him to delirium; time had no meaning at all when Ebony's hips pounded back and forth, pendulous orbs bumping against the seal's each time he thrust forward.
The orca leaned forward, pressing his broad chest to Nall's plump backside, strong fins setting atop the seal's in the sand, quickly jabbing his girthy cock deep into the virgin anus again and again. Ebony echoed to Nall -whom didn't respond; the orca's own breathing seemed regular and normal while the seal's was rapid and shallow. Inky eyes shot open when the last few - and thickest - inches hilted inside the seal, and what felt like a geyser erupted inside his bowels; the only noise Ebony made was a long, rocky trill.
Their bodies held tight together as what felt like an eternity but only a few minutes while Ebony's load split into Nall, one wave of searing cum then the next; another's shot seal fired against the sand, seal-spunk trailing underneath his body as his stomach swelled a just barely noticeable measure. Nall's anus remained stretched around the thick phallus imbedded inside him, returning to its width prior the copious flow of semen. Ebony gently rolled his hips as he let his partner lay flat on the sand, soft moans leaking from the tired seal; a comforting afterglow settled upon them both as Ebony wrapped tree branch-sized arms around Nall, careful to give his exhausted body space to breathe.
Ebony set his fins on the Nall's hips again and slid his shaft out, cum spilling over the seal's thighs. He stepped away and let Gemn see to her husband, walking to the shore and washing his package of cum. The orca looked over his shoulder at the couple, and gave a fair warning, "You and your wife may go, but I will not see you trespassing on my beach again, savvy?" And with that he dove into the waves and out to sea to hunt.
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Peace, Love, and Oatmeal Cream Pies