Intermediate Species Studies - Chapter 2 - Cooling Off
#2 of Intermediate Species Studies
Intermediate Species Studies
Chapter 2 - Cooling Off
by Tailen
This is a different storyline than the one in the first chapter of this series, but they'll meet up eventually, don't worry.
I figured out how pointless these pre-warnings are anyway, so... knock yourself out!
It was a hot summer noon. The sun was beating down hard over the marine mammal park and all around families of furries were rushing to the indoor attractions. Even the seals refused to lie on their artificial rocky landscape in their enclosure and they were just lazing on their backs in the water, floating around aimlessly. The whole world had come grinding to a halt.
Cealan wiped his sweaty brow and hung out his tongue like a dog. That seemed to work for them, but it did not help him cool off any. This was definitely the wrong day to be trapped in a crowded theme park, and even though it was a water park, the water seemed to be mostly reserved for the animals and not the visitors. The tiny light-brown stones and sand that made up most of the paths in the park made walking dusty and hot under his bare feet.
Sundays were usually the only point of the week he had some time to himself. No school and no job to worry about, just a handful of friends going to some relaxing place and hanging out. Which he had obviously bungled this time, because this place was anything but relaxing. Plus neither his roommate, nor anyone else he had asked in the dorm wanted to go to the marine park with him today, so here he was all by himself.
Cealan was a tall and sturdy anthro orca. His killer whale heritage was apparent in his smooth, rubbery skin and his monochrome coloration, yet evolution had made him more anthro than orca, to be frank. As his aquatic equivalents, he had a dorsal fin on the back and a long tail hanging down behind him with two flukes at the end, the whole thing swishing casually just above the ground when he walked. His humanoid ancestry was predominant in the shape of his body apart from the head and tail, which still looked very much like a smaller, more proportionate version of the animals'. His limbs were powerful and he had a rounded head with a beak that could shear the water effectively when swimming. Cealan even had a blowhole near the top of his head, but he consciously tried to use his mouth for breathing whenever he remembered, since the other thing had a tendency to freak some people out.
He spent a lot of his time swimming and working out after school, and he had the kind of body that could make you feel guilty about not going to the gym more. There was not an ounce of fat on him despite his somewhat bulky size, and he looked like he could break down a wall with his bare hands if need be. His white color adorned his entire front all the way down to where it disappeared into his blue Lycra swim shorts. When he had left home this morning he knew it would be a hot day and figured wearing anything more than this would just make the heat worse. Although the tight fit HAD gotten him quite a few looks today, all of them more or less ogling in nature. Orcas don't do anything small and the indiscreet bulge in his shorts was enough to make the females stare, make the males feel inadequate and make kids ask their parents questions.
Normally his black and white skin had a constant soft sheen of water and would glisten with light pearl drops of oily liquid all over, which helped make his skin slippery as soap. Except even he could not withstand the merciless sun on a cloudless summer day and his skin was starting to dry in uncomfortable ways. He bought a few bottles of water earlier and poured them over his head, but that temporary solution had stopped working about an hour before noon and it was getting intolerable now.
The indoor thrill rides and aquariums seemed very popular right now and it was impossible to squeeze more people into these places. Everyone wanted to get out of the sun for a few hours - especially the aquatic species like Cealan suffered in this warmth. The orca stumbled through the small streets, almost delirious from the heat when he suddenly noticed the large sign to the park's biggest attraction. The dolphin show.
The white walls of the large, round stadium-like building nearly blinded him when he walked closer. There was a painted sign with happy dolphins jumping through hoops above the entry proclaiming that this was the "Great Dolphin Show! - with Corki & His Friends".
The path leading in was sealed off by a rope. Another sign was put out right in front of the rope to block the way, and it showed the three times a day that the dolphin show was performed, in big red numbers.
Cealan's only thought was "Water!" and since the place was unguarded, the show did not start until two hours from now, and a quick reconnaissance of the area showed that no park crew were around, the orca quickly decided to slip under the rope and dart into the stadium towards shade and water.
He came out between two rows of seats and rushed down the concrete stairs towards the front of the enormous circular dolphin tank in the middle of the place. There were large windows in the side of the tank so the audience could see what was going on underwater, but after a quick survey Cealan found out that there was no way to get into the water from here. Apparently the crew and trainers had a different way to get into the place.
This was not about to stop an orca with a mission, however, and he jumped up to grab the edge of the tank from the front. The dry and dusty soles of his feet had good traction against the windows of the tank and for a person who is used to lifting his own weight repeatedly at the gym, it was a small matter to heave himself up to sit on the edge with his legs in the water from the knee down.
"Oooooooh, that's good." He churred happily to himself. Feet help regulate body temperature quite effectively and just getting his legs into water was enough to cool him off some, plus the water was already cooled down to keep it comfortable for the inhabitants. Sitting on the edge was a bit precarious, which was why he was so startled when a bottlenosed dolphin suddenly swam over to investigate him and bumped against the bottom of his feet.
"Hey there. Sorry dude, I won't be long. Just need to cool off for a few minutes." he spoke mostly to himself, knowing that the dolphin below the surface could neither hear nor understand him. Cealan wiggled his toes and felt a curious nibbling from the grey shadow in the clear water below him. He looked around to make sure no one else was in here, but the entire place was still deserted and would most likely stay that way for another hour until the crew would come in to set up the next show.
The grey dolphin clicked playfully and licked at the toes before he popped his head above the water, chittering eagerly at Cealan.
"You won't tell anyone I'm here, right?" he grinned, mostly making conversation with himself. The dolphin did not seem to mind it when he reached out and petted his head and around the characteristically long snout. The skin was smooth and slightly ticklish against his fingers. He had seen dolphins here lots of times, but he had never actually been close enough to touch one before. He just assumed they felt the same as his own skin, but there were still subtle differences. He figured that since this was the only dolphin who had approached him, it had to be the leader of the pod - Corki.
The grey dolphin leaned up into the petting and clicked in a calm manner while lightly brushing his belly along one of the feet hanging into the water. The skin felt strangely warm against the soles of his feet and he laughed when the sea mammal pushed his beak into his hand, probably looking for food.
Cealan was nearly knocked off balance again by the dolphin's antics, however, and he decided that sitting on the edge like this was just a bit too dangerous so long as the inhabitants of the tank insisted on bumping against him. He once again made sure that no one was around to see him before he grabbed the edge of the wall he was sitting on and carefully lowered himself into the pool. The water just swallowed him entirely and he nearly moaned at the cooling sensation.
"Mmmmmmm. You guys've got it made here." The difference in temperature on his skin over and under the water made the top of his head suddenly feel like it was cooking, and he finally dove deeper into the tank, away from the harsh sun and into the wet embrace of his own natural element.
A few other grey shadows were visible in the clear water, but they all seemed remarkably relaxed at having a stranger invade their home. The grey dolphin he had first made contact with followed him down and bumped against him playfully, wearing that perpetual smile on his beak.
Cealan's blue swimming shorts clung to his body as he zoomed through the water. His aquatic attributes made it easy for him to lash his tail and cut through the water, but he was nowhere near as agile as the phins living here. He swatted back at Corki and clearly made it look like he wanted to play. The orca tried to outswim his fellow sea mammal, but the streamlined dolphin caught up with ease and headbumped his chest from below. It seemed much like a friendly game of tag.
Cealan reached his destination, which was the circular platform just a bit off-center of the pool that the trainers usually stood on during the show. He broke the surface of the water and climbed up to sit with his legs in the water as before, only this time with solid ground under his rear - plus he could keep his tail in the water as well, as long as he leaned back far enough to support himself with his arms behind him.
Corki was clearly a lot more playful now and his inquisitive beakbumps had turned into more eager gestures as he spun around in the water and circled the feet sticking down. Cealan tried to bump his toes against the underbelly of the dolphin and he could not help but giggle at the smooth sensation each time he swam past.
The dolphin chittered, repeating the motion several more times and his light lower belly was starting to turn a bit pink when he stopped halfway through the footrub and brushed his foreslit against the orca's foot.
Cealan did not notice what was going on at first, not until he felt the dolphin push more insistently and his big toe suddenly slipped into the tight and warm slit. He blinked when he realized what Corki was trying to do and there was no doubt about what was going on either. The dolphin even clenched his slitlips a few times around the toe, getting himself more and more aroused by this, which was quite evident by the pulsing shaft Cealan's toe was poking at deep inside.
Before he could even realize what the creature was doing and pull his foot away, the dolphin disappeared again only to resurface a few moments later with his belly over the water and his growing maleness laying draped over it. He was big, pointy and pink and Cealan could even see the prehensile tip curl a bit with excitement as the shaft parted his slit and wormed its way farther up his belly with every passing moment.
The orca looked around and was getting more paranoid now. Sneaking in to bathe is one thing, but getting caught with a horny dolphin? He had not even started the whole thing. Still, the temptation was overwhelming. Who would know?
Upon the next pass, and clearly against his better judgment, he reached down and stroked Corki's tummy lightly before taking the inviting shaft in his hand and starting to rub it cautiously. The pink thing just twitched and snaked around his webbed fingers as if to grab them and hold on. That, and the rosy color of his underbelly clearly told the orca that he really wanted to play with him. It was almost as if he was expecting exactly what Cealan was doing.
The dolphin was obviously not concerned about getting caught, and Cealan tried a few "what's the worst that could happen?" to convince himself, which seemed to work just long enough for him to slip off the platform and dive down into the water again. Just to check what Corki would do now that he was fully submerged as well. Maybe the game would be less interesting now.
Quite the opposite was true, in fact. The dolphin just swam directly towards him and jumped up to make a somersault in the air before he came down on the other side. The energetic sea critter then zoomed over and rubbed his now fully erect length against Cealan's chest. His flippers grazed the black head as he brushed past and he then turned to repeat the motion.
On the next lap around the orca's head he was suddenly grabbed around his tail. Cealan hugged himself to the lower half since the dolphin could swim a lot faster, and he hooked onto the tailflukes to get dragged along. In this position he was just too close to resist temptation and Corki got to feel the warm beak of an orca slip down over his length and start to nurse on his shaft.
The dolphin *squeaked* when he picked up a passenger and shuddered at the sensation of the warm mouth sliding down around his cock and suckling on him. Being an animal, he had no inhibitions about anything at all and immediately started bucking into the warm beak to mate with whatever was grabbing him.
The almost savage, swift response was enough to snap Cealan back to reality for a moment just long enough for him to realize - in great disbelief - that he was here in a family fun park, blowing the lead dolphin in the show; but he was certainly not going to waste an opportunity like this. The humping made him suck even firmer, his broad tongue pushing up against the bared underside of the dolphindick to taste the strong, oily musk there.
Corki shivered and clicked quite audibly in the water. His long, fat cock pushed back and forth in the suckling orcabeak, throbbing at the wonderful attention and freely leaking his slimy precum over the teasing tongue. The anthro just swallowed what he was offered, his rubbery lips keeping a nicely tight seal around the thick shaft, which kept the water out so that he could taste the pure undiluted preseed.
Cealan had a hard time coming to grips with the idea that he was in fact sucking off a dolphin in its own habitat, but then again he was not really prone to very complicated intellectual processes at the moment. His primal urges were in control and he clung to his waterlover, bobbing his head against the other male's underbelly and pushing the precum-leaking shaft back and forth in his soft beak. The heated activity was starting to attract other dolphins in the nearby tank and even the ones who had seemed completely disinterested in him before were starting to circle the pair at a closer proximity.
Cealan felt confident enough in his grip to move one of his arms away and he reached down into his swim shorts with one hand to rub his own maleslit. His finger poked inside and he already felt himself start to swell and turn pink around the lips of his entry. This was starting to feel more and more like a dream to him and it was a good thing that his kind were capable of holding their breath for several minutes at a time.
The commotion had already attracted another male dolphin and he swam over, wasting no time in nosing firmly at the orca's groin and nipping at his shorts. Cealan barely even had time to pull his hand out of his swim trunks and pet the other dolphin's head before he suddenly felt the boy bite onto his shorts and pull them down over his ankles and then off completely. They were probably already sinking down towards the bottom of the tank by the time he felt a slippery tongue lap at his scrotum.
Cealan was left completely naked in the water and if he hadn't known any better he would almost have thought that the two dolphins had tried this before. Their teamwork was flawless, but then again, he did not understand the clicking sounds they were exchanging.
Corki shuddered against the orca and squealed deeply as his hard prick was suckled; he eagerly humped into the warm mouth and leaked more and more of his slick precum over the huge soft tongue. The other dolphin began to curiously examine Cealan and noticed in particular the hefty set of balls that were now revealed just below his foreslit. His humanoid genes were perhaps most apparent in this feature since cetaceans in the wild were generally completely streamlined and without such bothersome protrusions. The white skin of the orca ran from his chin along his entire belly all the way down over his groin and down the underside of his tail as well. There was not a hair on his entire body and the only thing preventing his athletic and portentous form from being completely hydrodynamic were in fact those massive balls. They wreaked havoc with his lap times in the pool, but what're you gonna do?
The bottlenosed creature moved a little higher above the two large white orbs after having examined them to his satisfaction and he proceeded to rub his beak against the pinkish and warm slit, which betrayed the growing arousal beneath.
The bulging slit earned a few more licks until the slitlips were pushed aside to make room for his pink shaft to slip out and swiftly extend up along his belly, much like Corki's had done just a bit earlier. The erection was quickly recognized by the other dolphin as a larger version of his own, yet he still tried to engulf the whole thing to suck it firmly. It seemed to fit in his long beak and the orcastud was treated to the most excruciatingly good blowjob he had ever gotten. The dolphin swallowed repeatedly as he did when trying to eat a fish whole, and the amazing suckling sensation that created was enough to make Cealan's balls bulge with promise of a whale-load of fun.
Corki was either jealous of the other one joining the fun, or it got him even more aroused, it was hard to tell the difference. Regardless of which, his bucks came faster still, the musky length of his cock throbbing against the orca's huge tongue and he worked it down Cealan's throat without mercy, forcing the bigger mammal to deepthroat him.
Cealan gagged on the lengthy dolphindick and realized what he must have been missing by not getting a cetacean boyfriend to do this with. The prehensile member was wide at the base and pointy at the tip, and it made a slight 'S' curve in its shape, perfect for squeezing around corners, which was evident in the way it twisted and curled around wonderfully all the way in his throat, wriggling like a live fish in his beak. He found himself repeatedly kissing the parted genital slit of the dolphin while the rest of the grey creature just humped his rigidness mindlessly back and forth. Cealan could do nothing but nurse the horny sea creature and noticed out the corner of his eye that more of them were circling closer now, either to observe or maybe they were simply waiting their turn.
The pressure in Corki's tail quickly built to the point where the orca's belly was directly fed generous amounts of precum and there was no holding back any longer. The other dolphin was hard at work trying to fit an aquatic cock into his throat that was bigger than what he was used to, yet his attempts were enough to make Cealan gasp and nearly lose it at that point. He whined happily at the dual treatment and thrashed his tail about, trying to thrust into the tight beak around him. His eyes rolled back in his head and he grabbed tighter around Corki's tail to hold on against the powerful whips the dolphin was making in order to jab it deeper.
The inevitable climax surged through Corki and he gave a loud *squeak* in pleasure just as he began to pump his thick, hot load out over the slobbery orcatongue his shaft was sliding against. Cealan gagged at first when he felt the big thing swell up even bigger in his mouth, but he swallowed the best he could - drinking down several beakfulls of gooey cetacean cum even if some of it escaped the seal of his lips and began floating out into the water around him for the circling pod of dolphins to taste. The sheer power of the release surprised Cealan and he could only imagine that these beast would shoot their jizz 20 feet in the air given the chance. It made sense since water is more resistant to fluids, so they would have to spurt a lot harder to get a decent distance, but with the tip squirming directly in his throat, it just felt like he was being hosed directly down his stomach.
Cealan's own prehensile cock explored the gullet of the other dolphin who was firmly attached to him by now and as if that was not distracting enough, all of a sudden he felt a rubbery belly brush against one of his hands, trailing down until a hard erection pressed into his black palm. He spied a new dolphin out the corner of his eye, this one a much darker grey than the others, and all he could do was just start jerking off the third podmate who had joined the fray.
Corki beat his tail and pulled away, making the orca choke as the veined and curved length slipped backwards out of his throat and into the water again where a few more squirts floated out like white smoke right in front of his eyes.
The killer whale watched Corki leave sated and happy, and despite the exhaustive effort of their little session, he felt empty when it was over. He still had a good lungful of air left, enough for several more minutes at least and he decided to up the ante. It was an easy task to spin the dolphin around - still attached, and both the weightlessness in the water and Cealan's own flexible penis made it possible for him to once again come face to face with an erect dolphinhood. He was even more eager this time and swiftly slid the thing into his beak; and the grey dolphin had not missed a single bob of his head the whole time during the reposition. He was a pretty determined critter and while Cealan amused himself by blowing his second dolphin today, the dark grey one he had been stroking in his hand slipped away somewhere out of sight, which made him feel a pinch of disappointment.
The grey dolphin buzzed with what Cealan could only assume was his sonar and it made his balls vibrate and tingle wildly on the insides like when riding down a fast rollercoaster. What the orca had not realized was that by rubbing bellies with the lovely grey dolphin, he had left himself in a position where his lower, smaller slit was now exposed in the water. The darker dolphin maneuvered around swiftly and without warning he pushed his fully engorged member up under Cealan's tail.
The cry Cealan gave out in the water and the ensuing bubbles that tickled up the grey dolphin's length just made the mammal even more excited and he began to buck with great eagerness, his powerful muscles propelling his form back and forth quickly so he could beakfuck the orca full length. He freely leaked his slick precum at the same time and extended the same courtesy to the whale's big member by swallowing the steady stream he gave off as well. The orca should have blown his load a while ago, but he held back, aided by the occasional pause and another new, exciting sensation that he just had to experience as well.
It came as a great shock to Cealan when the second dolphin completely unannounced shoved his thick rod up the orca's tailslit and started to fuck him with wild abandon, yet he was so eager to please his new gang of friends that all he did was cling tight to the grey one with both his arms wrapped around the smooth skin and then go down on him repeatedly while the second dolphin took him firmly in his own tight aftslit.
Cealan had never made love under water before, so the dolphins were most definitely taking his water virginity right now, and the way the dark one so lustfully pushed his cock hard inside made his tailhole clench up repeatedly as if trying to dislodge the massive dick from his rear even though he was absolutely loving every second of it.
Naturally Cealan could not take much of these double-teaming dolphins and he soon started to buck and thrash wildly in the water when his balls unleashed their contents, splurting thick orcacum down the grey phin's beak while the other one got a constricting cockmassage.
He got back what he gave in spades. The grey dolphin squealed and shuddered, quickly speeding up his own thrusts to a maddening pace so he could join in the pleasure that was saturating his beak. It took a few moments of focused effort, but he finally felt the familiar tightening below and let loose with an all-consuming gush of his own seacum.
Again Cealan felt that powerful jolt in his maw and the intense pressure that accompanied the fluid. Sharp jabs made him gag around the pulsing length in his throat as the boy dolphin's fervent rapture surged through his body and made him shoot his massive wad into his new-found orcalover.
The two got to enjoy each other thoroughly, each feeding on the deluge of cum from the other as if it were sweet nectar. Some of it landed down in their bellies, but most of it just floated out into the water since neither of them could keep up with the geyser of goo erupting in their beaks. The insides of the tank echoed with high-pitched *trills* and *chirps*, presumably the aquatic equivalent of moaning.
The dark dolphin wanted to join the others and he too increased his pace to the point where Cealan started to squirm and tried to get the frenzied phin to slow down. The swift lashes of the boy's tail made him rut the offered tailslit at a blinding rate, taking full advantage of the clutching tailring and the rippling sensation all the way up to his root while he fucked sweet, tight orca-ass.
Thick ropes began to spray into the tight crevice and Cealan just surrendered to the massive floods of phinspooge that splashed into both his holes in either end. His eyes rolled back in his head and he just squeaked out muffled around the pumping phallus extending his jaw. The orca was taking it in the beak and ass and loved every moment of it. He drank down as much as he could while his own copious balls spasmed and drained their contents into the grey dolphin's mouth, giving him a taste of fresh whalemeat.
Cealan's tailcanal squeezed and contracted in time with his own orgasm and so deliciously milked the dark dolphin's virile shaft, craving more and more, even if his bowels quickly overflowed and the hot goo spread out in the water around all three of them.
Either his two underwater lovers were just as aroused as he was at the rare opportunity to enjoy someone outside their own species, or they just wanted to give him a show of what dolphins can do. They kept grinding and poured their jizz into the black and white cetacean in waves upon thick waves, and Cealan kept at it by guzzling down the overabundant supply he was given. Even amidst the three convulsing bodies of delight Cealan still found the energy to slip his hand up and stroke the grey dolphin's aftslit before pushing his thick finger inside to stimulate the creature even more. The effect was immediate and he had to tighten his grip around his aquatic lover's thrashing tail when a sudden burst was added to the wealth of cream in his beak.
In reaction, Cealan's own legs spread out more and he invited every pint of thick phinseed that streamed irrepressible into his tail. At the same time he gave the cocksucking grey dolphin a perfect close-up view of his pod-brother's shaft pushing wildly back and forth in the tight orcahole while cumming his brains out in their shared prey.
Cealan thought it would be brief like last time and leave him yearning for more, but he found that the two podmates just didn't stop now that no one else seemed to be waiting their turn anymore and they really took their time with him - rubbing and grinding even if their release had trickled to a slow oozing by now. They were both kept stiff by the pleasurable ministrations of the killer whale and seemed quite content to stay in each other's company to ride out the sensations fully. Every second Cealan experienced was to be burnt into his mind forever and he repeated many of his motions just so they would become even more engraved in his memories. He never wanted to forget these few minutes under water for as long as he lived.
It was a sweet surrender when his two playmates finally yanked back and slipped away in the tank just as swiftly as they had emerged out of nowhere. Cealan found himself sinking towards the bottom now and it took a few moments for him to snap out of his trance-like state before his tail came back to life and propelled him quickly to the surface for a desperate, heaving lungful of air. The exhaustion of the afterglow veiled his body and soul, and he was crawling out of the water and onto the platform again - tired, sated and shivering.
Cealan rolled onto his back, squishing his dorsal fin between himself and the floor and he lay panting right there. The bright blue sky was framed by the circular circus tent-like ceiling of the stadium with a hole at the very top, and the moist air and cool shade made this the perfect spot to relax. Right now he did not even care about his shorts that had been lost somewhere at the bottom of the tank, he just wanted to lie here for a few hours with both feet in the water from the knee down and with the cool breeze blowing in from the opening between the back wall and the ceiling.
The moment of quiet was short-lived, however. A shadow suddenly fell over him and gave him just enough time to lift his head up before he caught a dolphin that had just jumped out of the water right in front of him. The wet splash from the impact with the surface followed immediately after and the dolphin landed right on top of the orca, instinctively making him hug the slippery beast tight to keep him from skidding any further. Fortunately he was used to weight lifting and working out, so he could take the brunt of a dolphin leaping out of the water and landing on his belly.
The dolphin was already humping eagerly and lashing his tail behind him frantically to make his body bounce, which required a lot more effort now that he was out of the water. It took him only a few moments to scoot into position on top of the confused, squished and exhausted Cealan, and his thick erection pushed up into the orca's sloppy and well-used aftslit for another hard fuck.
All Cealan could do was moan into the air, blushing and feeling paranoid all of a sudden at the way his voice reverberated loudly in the large empty space. He lay pinned under the great mammal and felt his own stiffness stay out of its slit now that it was being generously rubbed and stroked by an oily underbelly.
"Damn, I gotta get me a job here." Cealan thought and had a feeling that the hardest part would be getting an interview. There was no doubt the dolphins would love him if he had a chance to get into the tank and show his training skills.
Lustful squeaks and the heated moans of a killer whale echoed through the empty stadium for the next several minutes as the two of them lay center stage in the middle of the place and had wet sex right where the trainers were usually standing with hoops to entertain the audience.
Happy chittering noises from the tank again. He could hear them already as he walked down the narrow, rectangular corridor towards the light of the platform at the end. The way the dolphins were splashing and squeaking they had probably found something that a careless visitor had tossed into the tank again. It was unbelievable the kinds of things he had fished out of the water over the years.
*Sigh*
The otter ran a paw through his gruffly hair and scratched the back of his neck at some invisible itch. Maybe if he was lucky the dolphins had already played with it long enough to willingly hand it over to him in exchange for a fish. But if there was any entertainment value left in the item at all, he would have to don the scuba gear and try to wrestle it from them himself.
As he turned the corner and stepped out onto the large platform over the tank from the side entrance, possibly the very last thing he had ever expected to see was a naked orca with his legs hooked around Nydra the dolphin and moaning to the heavens as the dolphin plowed into his tailslit with lewd, slurping noises that echoed in the stadium.
Nydra was on top and kept splashing his tail down into the water right off the edge of the platform, his flukes jiggling about and creating large arcs of water behind him that rained down onto the surface. He gave a screeching cry and tensed up completely, making almost a upwards U-shape with his body. The otter could now see the massive pink thing undulating with an almost menacing persistence and he gave an involuntary shiver at the sight of the two copulating mammals right there in front of him.
Cealan just groaned out loudly and tightened his hug around the dolphin when he felt the potent jets shoot into his sensitive aftslit; but before they were completely finished, Nydra wriggled himself backwards until he slipped off the smooth hide of the orca and disappeared back into the water with a great splash.
The water hitting the otter's face sort of snapped him back to reality and he found himself staring down at a park guest breathing labored and with cum running down his white colored undertail and into the tank. He decided it was time to introduce himself.
"Hey there, you really look like you can handle the dolphins here."
It was Cealan's worst fears come true. He snapped his head around and found himself staring right up into the face of someone wearing the official blue marine park t-shirt with the big logo of happy jumping dolphins on the front and a whistle around his neck. He was so dead...
"It wasn't my fault! I fell into the tank and the dolphins just started to... what?" Cealan's initial reaction had been to feign innocence, but in the middle of his very badly improvised excuse the words the otter had said finally seemed to sink in.
"I said, you look like you can handle 'em. Do you want a job feeding them? We could use an extra guy who knows how to dive around here."
"Well, I.. um.."
Cealan was flabbergasted. Nothing could have prepared him for this. He had to compose himself for another few drawn-out 'umms', but he had always been a cool-headed guy so he found his footing rather quicker than anyone else would have.
"Well, I've never done a job interview naked before, but sure. I'll take it."
The otter laughed and reached a webbed hand down to help Cealan on his feet.
"I'm Wenceclas. Nice to meet you, come this way." He led the orca back towards the narrow corridor which connected the platform with the square employee building right next to the stadium. The entire place smelled heavily of fish, but that came as little surprise to him.
The corridors were too small for two people to comfortably walk side by side in and even the echoes of their footsteps were amplified to the point of hurting one's ears, so the - perhaps much-needed - conversation had to wait.
Wenceclas stepped into a locker room that looked most of all like something out of Jacques Cousteau's submarine airlock. Scuba suits covered the walls and each one had a very visible neon name tag on it. Despite the smell of fish that permeated everything around here, this place still somehow managed to reek of sweat.
When the otter turned around, Cealan felt it was about high time he introduced himself as well.
"I'm Cealan, by the way. I think my trunks fell off in the tank."
The otter took just a little too long looking over the orca's body at that cue for it to be a casual glance before he turned around and picked out a park t-shirt from the plastic basket on the floor. He tossed it over and opened the locker right behind him.
"Oh, it happens, I have an extra pair in my locker you can borrow. So if you can... tuck it in.." He looked over his shoulder and down at the orca's cocktip still peeking out slightly from his rosy vent, "..then we can go see my boss right away."
The rest of the day was more like a dream than anything. Wenceclas had sat right next to him in the moist office of a beaver, explaining to his otherwise very agreeable boss how he had known Cealan for years and he would vouch for him and how good he was at diving and that he was the perfect guy for the job. All lies, of course.
Cealan was still wondering why all this was happening and he was sort of in a fantasy world throughout the whole thing. His usual clamping handshake had turned to the proverbial fish by the time the interview was over, and the beaver even made his hand hurt from the firm squeeze he gave it. No matter how hard he tried to focus on the present, his mind was just... glazed over.
The part time job in question was not as a trainer or anything, he would need an actual education or work experience for that, but he got to feed the dolphins, the rays, the sharks and a whole host of other sea critters every afternoon after school. He had agreed to clean the waters, dive down to collect things visitors carelessly threw or dropped in, rearrange some of the exhibits when needed, and generally just help out wherever he could. Wenceclas would be instructing him for the first month and showing him how to do everything.
It was a dream job, especially since he got to do it with minimum interference with his studies in school. He could not even remember what he had said to the kind otter afterwards or how he had gotten home. Probably on the bus. Did a nice lady sit down next to him, or was that a previous memory? It was all so blurry.
Several hours after the whole experience he was still feeling like his entire world was just about to explode in scandal from what he had done with the dolphins and he was still watching himself from afar, looking down in disbelief at this unlikely turn of events.
But the explosion never came. And the pinch to his arm to wake him up never came either.
Right now he was just staring at the ceiling in the middle of the night, waiting for morning to come and his first day of work after school. And he couldn't fall asleep.
Seven hours of school went past and Cealan hardly noticed. This time he could remember his bus trip, and half an hour before he was supposed to be there Cealan was standing in the locker room with Wenceclas on his first day of work. Things really had been hard pressed around here when one of the other helpers had left with hardly any notice. It was in the beginning of the summer and every company around town was just screaming for students to come work for them while everyone else went on vacation.
Walking out onto that platform again the very next day was like ringing Pavlov's bell. Cealan almost immediately got a hard-on at the very sight of the tank and his grey friends playing around in it.
Wenceclas blew the whistle once and kneeled down, and one of the dolphins popped his head out of the water right next to him to get his beak rubbed in greeting. There was no doubt they all knew exactly what was going on around them. Cealan idly wondered if that dolphin was capable of telling the others that he was back too?
"They look eager today, we'd better take a swim with them." Wenceclas grinned as he brushed past the orca and back into the corridor towards the locker room to get his swimming trunks. Cealan followed wordlessly and was somewhat confused about that, but then he ran the otter's line through his head a few more times until he noticed that lewd undertone. Cealan was still horny from the mere memory of the whole experience in the tank yesterday and he was probably a lot more brash than usual as a consequence. Plus, it seemed to be the last puzzle piece he needed to make sense of what had happened yesterday during his trance and why Wenceclas had been so inexplicably nice to him. Taking his chances that he had guessed correctly, Cealan reached down and grabbed the otter's rump, making him jump at the sudden touch and nearly bang his head against the ceiling of the corridor.
"Don't suppose you'd like me to thank you for the job first..?" He winked at the otter who was suddenly not as confident as yesterday when he had caught the orca red-handed in the tank.
There was not much room in the corridor, but Cealan could still push the otter back up against the wall and kneel down in front. His big black hands pulled Wenceclas' shorts down to his ankles which elicited a shiver from the bared swimmer, especially at the beaknuzzle that followed soon after, which stroked the orca's rubbery hide against the boy's furry sac and sheath. Cealan took the otter's pride in his hand and began stroking him to erection, not ceasing until the brown sheath began curling back to make room for the growing red shaft of the male.
"You're my.. first orca." Wenceclas panted when the whale stood up again and pulled his own shorts off, kicking them down the corridor a few feet before he leaned up close.
"I've only ever done it with the dolphins."
Cealan grinned broadly at that. No wonder he had given him a job instead of reporting him - Cealan was now one less co-worker to worry about if Wenceclas got caught in the tank being naughty with the pod.
"Then you're gonna love this.." he whispered in a deep tone and grabbed the otter's semi-erect sheath, stroking it quickly and rubbing the bared cockhead against his slick aftslit. The otter quivered with delight and looked down at the promise of such exquisite tightness.
The push came quick and painless. Wenceclas found himself pressed up against the wall, now buried fully to his balls in the amazingly hot and slick killer whale's rear.
"I haven't.. mMMmm.. pawed off this morning." He grunted as Cealan began moving back and forth, impaling himself repeatedly on the thick otterdick, and his speed only increased with every passing second.
"This-*nnh*.. shouldn't take long, then." He replied and would normally shun clothing in a situation like this, but right now it felt even more naughty to be wearing nothing but the official marine park t-shirts with the logos grinding against each other while they had hot sex in the employee-only corridor.
To Wenceclas it was a strange sensation being pinned against the wall and humped roughly, even if it was his cock being buried in the orca and not the other way around. It was all so backwards, but he had to admit that it felt pretty much like fucking a very large dolphin. The same slick hide, the same rubbery balloon-like *squeaks* when the skin of his pawpads brushed over the orca's back.. it was all too perfect.
Cealan was busy fondling the otter all over to get himself familiar with the strange fur. It felt oily, much like his own skin - smooth, but in a slippery kind of way, not a soft and fluffy way as was usually associated with fur. It was dense and coarse, better suited for insulation in cold water rather than protection against wind, sand or dirt. Even in the midst of their impassioned display, he still found himself imagining that the otter must have just as many problems with bits of dirt and gravel sticking to his greasy skin.
Another growling churr came from the muscular orca and he pushed harder yet, doubling his efforts to keep that fat mustelid dick pumping in and out of his ass. All thoughts were emptied from his mind, save his determination to make Wenceclas moan and have the otterboy cum his nuts out in the orca's rear. Judging by the way he was gasping and clinging to the orca's bigger body, that would not be too far in the future either.
Their combined *trills* and *chitters* echoed to a roar through the corridor as the two young lovers enjoyed each other with animalistic lust, and they could even hear the dolphins in the pool calling back at them, obviously wanting to join in the fun. They would get their chance yet...