Opposite star-cross
Opposite star-cross
Masaku had lived much of his time in the sea, where he had learned the most fundamental secret of the ocean; to truly experience its beauty, one must be both seperate from the womb-like fluidic fullness, and at the same time one. At one with the soft sensual caresses of tide along rubbery flesh, the delicate touch of currents easily tickling his nose.
And despite this wisdom, he was in no way sated. It was certain he was quite content, but he could not be satisfied with the simple predatory nomads' existence.
Masaku visits Hawaii in the winter season, devouring much Ahi. In summer, he travels to Alaska, gorging on the unique salmon. And, between seasons, he visits the harbors of Japan, Okinawa, and Indonesia, where he feasted on squid, octopi, and fishes he did not know the names for. It was in fact accident he had come across a large testicled Tanuki from Osaka which had given him a name.
Masaku; Mask. He had lived many years, both on land and undersea not aware of what he was. He knew that now. He was the killer whale, a devious opponent of sharks.
But for all his intimidation, he had one glaring defeat. Masaku did not court a mate-could not find a mate. Was he deranged? To be searching the ocean eternally for that other orca that dared walk on land as he did, and laugh in the faces of men and furs alike as they pitifully mimicked his own blessings? The yin to his yang. To find her, he would sacrifice much. To copulate, he would swear himself subservient. But to travel unhindered among the waters in her company, he could humbly bear his heart to that most desirable of sea cows! Whether she be orca, whale, dolphin, or porpoise, he no longer had his reservations.
Any of these will be enough. Just to end the loneliness; Just to say he had a purpose (or porpoise!), that he was no random comical freak of Poseidon's creation!
Would the great Poseidon even create the land walking whale merely to amuse himself? Masaku once had reservations on that quandary as well.
At that unbidden thought springs another; The sea is the most effective teacher, for it imparts wisdom even upon those whom never listen.
So he spotted her one day; a fluke attached to streamlined muscular blue-grey buttocks, thighs, and finned feet similar to those artificial mockeries of a divers'.
But holy fuck was she fast! His heart beats erratically in panicked flight after her, his large orca masculine frame more cumbersome than her lithe elegant dolphin form. In a flurry of bubbles and a cloud of agitated plankton, she slid easily away from him and his questing sonar. Could he have lost this amazing dancer of buoyant saline water forever? If he spied her fluid quicksilver nude elegance, could he dare hope do so again?
It is a large ocean; 75% or more of the worlds' surface, but she could only be in one portion at a time due to the changing of the seasons.
And something else...
Did she SEE him? Is she playing a seafaring hard to get, or has she rejected the notion of such a well equipped orca as himself?
Then another question...
What if he cannot complete the union? What if it was like shoving a square peg into a thin rectangular hole? What if his eagerness to copulate tears her delicate self unmercifully to pieces?
Hmmm.
Perhaps to worry of such things is a premature notion. After all, this is the first glimpse he has had of this most exotic quarry!
Once in a lifetime?
Masaku bloody well hoped not!
And how would his love taste as he comes to savor her essence? Like the sea itself? Like fish? Like something new and wonderfully unnamable? Or like nothing at all. He thinks on such things as he navigates the coral and reefs.
Premature quandary indeed! His mind is alight in this "fintasy". It consumes him in such an odd alien way. How can he deny what he is now? How her careless display has left him obsessed-nay-cursed with her opulent, grace-filled, shade for shade denial of his ultimate hunger? Even in his new cowed duplicity, such humility has not left him weak nor wracked with misappropriated self-loathing.
Fluffy has frequented this beach on the southern half of his paradise. His reason for coming all the way from his own house had been an enigma barely known to himself. He humored that it was the green flash after sunset that drew him so passionately onward. He hears it is spontaneous, a vicious wave of lime parting way for the darkness and the welcoming glow of celestial brilliance above. He sees the half moon in the sky, buffeted by shifting hues of blue, purple, and vibrant candle flickering orange. The sun is orange, blood-red, a tangerine of grandiosity, as it slips by, slowly, yet eagerly to rest into the end of time. Others nearby, tourists to his lovely Hawaii gawk at the spectacle and take pictures that will never do this phenomenon justice. They leave soon, to the snapping of carbon filamented lampposts meters away from the sightseeing dock made up of the heavily porous lava rock. A dock protruding out to sea a quarter mile like an arm, beckoning. Waves spread foam along sand, scattering the tiny white crabs to obscurity and erasing any trace the beach had ever been visited. Gentle ripples smooth the pulverized rock like a rolling pin, leaving with it a darker color, as random chunks of black and white rock sprout up or vanish with each successive pass of the tide. The clouds are tinted dark purple with orange-pink precipices crowning the tops. Hundreds arranged in hasty rows like battleships of the air, or curvaceous and jagged like puzzle pieces. The ripples of the ocean go neatly in all smooth encompassing directions, giving the illusion that the sea is a giant vinyl record of indigo, for gentle busy waves betray a magic of hundreds of neat calculated grooved rows. The farther out he stares, the more like a record-player the open expanse of the sea becomes. When he sees palm tree branches above, he compares the needle-like leaves as they flutter, to the hundred legs of a giant centipede. A golden amber light waning slowly to a faded rust red almost imperceptible to vision. Nearby a man stands tall on a surfboard, a double-oared Koa wood paddle in hand as he rows forward the beach like a more hastily and not as well dressed version of a Gondola operator.
Another day in Fluffy paradise felt fucking great.
But before he can think further on such things, something growing large, out four or five feet deep in the water catches his attention. This thing is slick, smooth blue-grey. It is rounded, looking much like a pregnant woman's tummy and belly button. It rises out precariously from the water, the bobbing waves. Fluffy stares in wonder. What the hell could this be? The object comes high enough from the ocean, he can see its eyes; Blue with black pupils, slitted elegantly. Somehow imparting an ironic humor with their dancing glances. Now its mouth. The mouth curves about like the beak of a bird, the smile revealing several dozen conical teeth arranged like ivory battlements. Its shoulders muscular, yet feminine like ripened fruit. The neck is long, the chin drips random cascades of seawater. The cleavage bounces playfully out with each stride toward shore, teasing unmercifully all of Fluffy's stallion urges. Pinkish nipples emerge into fullness like two tiny moons. Large white rubber-looking breasts emerge triumphantly from cover, each as big as a honeydew melon and likely squeezably soft as well. Delicate outlines of ribs are visible in her midsection. Her belly button is vertically stretched, her hips sway with slow walking. Her vulva, a lovely slit set upon a mound glistens with a pinkish red, as does her belly. Her thighs are thick, attractive, easily worthy of note. Her tail is the strangest thing, for it looks somewhat like a cross between a trident, and an airplane's rudders. Her shins and feet encircled by blue and white stockings made from diving suit material so that they would not slip off and get lost during swimming.
And as all this came together, Fluffy knew she was a dolphin. But how strange! They were not normally seen on land. (They weren't usually seen with feet, either!). Should he go toward her, or let her come to him. (He has denied the idea of leaving, when such a hot beauty comes within distance of HIS lust!). She portrays the pink belly effect; she wants him, too! This is as good as saying she is in heat, though dolphins do not need the excuse of breeding to copulate, as they invite each other in such acts all the time. Some say it is how they have fun, and strengthen the community of the pod.
And he certainly wanted to be a part of that fun!
She prances boldly forth, dripping water, sinking into the sand, as she licks her lips with a large lance of a tongue, motioning him toward her with the rolling movement of a finger on one hand.
Fluffy need hesitate for only one moment-his lava-lava, a floral printed skirt about his hips constricts slightly with the engorging of his eager stallion-hood. He undoes the knot on his side, letting the one bit of fabric float off in the wind. His black sheath and pink dripping cockhead now visible for all to see. (though, fortunately, they were alone-or so Fluffy thought). His penis grows, assuming a slant on the tip, his sheath dripping pre-cum and mucous from the prepuce opening between the cock and lower belly.
She stares at it, almost shocked beyond sense. She stares at his left ear, where rests a red Hibiscus, velvet leaves fluttering in the breeze. She spies the kukui nut and woven taro leaf anklets about his shins, rustling somewhat like maracas with each impatient step of his wide, dinner-plate sized Clydesdale hooves. He snorts, betraying his haste further, lifting feet, stamping them like a young inexperienced stud about to get lucky with his first mare. He has polished kukui nut armbands, bracelets, and a kukui/plumeria flower lei, the intriguing scent of the white and yellow narrow-leaved flowers taunts her nose with each intake of salt-air breath. His short tail braided with small flowers of all colors. He at last loses his nervousness, now bowing playfully before her; the kukui nuts clacking off each other musically like seashells.
"Welcome to Hawaii." He muses with a sated grin and big brown gentle, yet curious eyes.
She of course says nothing then, as she gives a series of delighted clicks and comes to him; the strange thing of the beach. Her slick hands rest on his soft furry sides, his stomach, maybe a little exploration of the rear area. There is no mistaking it, she is examining him-and she likes what she sees!
"I am Doris, lone traveler of the dark blue deep. And what manner of thing are you?"
Fluffy throws his head back gaily in a fit of exuberant laughter.
"Why, me? I am the Clydesdale of Oahu!"
"Clydesdale?" She samples this word, in her squeaky syllables.
"A giant horse."
"Horse?" She enquires, confused.
For someone who can come up on land, she was certainly clueless to the ground aspects of the world!
"Herbivore, eats grass and runs really quick."
She shrugs, dismissing this out of flipper. (hand)
"You want to be my lover?"
This statement floors him. What?!
He had assumed this would be a one night luau stand! She's turning a party into a celebration! Hooray!
Fluffy gazes upon her slick beauty in eager reverence. His more primal nature wants to hit that right now! But that would not do-so rude, like one pitbull humping a strangers' leg.
Instead, he waits nervously for her to make the first move-
-And she does not disappoint!
She goes forward to take his cock in her slippery hands, pumping him slowly, filling him up with ecstasy like a bicycle tire. He feels her deliciously, like silk caresses, as she eagerly plays with the big horsie. Now, she reaches between his legs, taking the giant orange-sized balls in one hand, continuing to stroke with the other. Fluffy reaches slowly for her delicious salt-water dripping mound, and slips one hoof-nailed finger into her pink colored slit, playing with her cunt, feeling about inside as if he were sculpting with clay. God, how wonderful her vaginal muscles felt! This is not a girl who had to do kegels, that's for sure! Her vaginal muscles clamped down eagerly onto his finger, proceeding in a milking motion to service it. It felt like someone was sucking and blowing on his finger!
He deliciously wondered what she would do to his dick!
Masaku finds her again, the land-walking dolphin. But he does not expect to see her on land-
Or in company with a largely-endowed land fur.
He whistles loudly toward them, almost an alien shriek, as he comes up the sandy coastline to meet the pair.
The big brown fur sees him; doesn't know what to make of it.
"So, this is why you blew me off, dolphin! Not good enough? No! You had to take some animal to bed who doesn't know jack shit about the seas! Do you spurn your home? The one that gave you reverence and purpose?"
"Her name is Doris, and I am not an animal." Declared the land-fur.
"Doris, then. Why did you ignore me? Do you know how lonely it is when you can only take mates with your own scarce kind?"
"You had your chance, masked one." She whispered.
"The bloody hell, I did! You ran off before I could say anything!"
"And what good are you if a big strong orca stud cannot keep up with a weak little thing like me?"
"Weak my ass. You're more stream-lined! How COULD I keep up?! And I know that you were testing me, but what nerve have you to offer mate-ship status to him, who hasn't striven to earn the right?! Before you can say, "pop quiz", you're goin' at it like dogs in springtime!"
"Well, then, masked one, maybe I should offer to be mates' to the one of you who brings me the most pleasure."
"That's not fair! I haven't fucked anything before in my life!"
"Did you fuck your flipper?" She offered coyly.
"Okay, I haven't fucked anything not attached to me."
"But you know how it feels?"
"Maybe."
"And you know where to put it?"
He nods shyly in response.
"Then what's the problem, orca?"
"But he-he has more experience!"
"Really? I don't think he's yiffed a dolphin before, has he?"
The land fur shrugs.
"There, you are evenly matched. Any questions?"
"Who gets to pound you?"
"Hmmm. I think the ball's in the horse's court, don't you? It's sorta his home, y'know."
"Then I get your hundred-tooth blowjob?"
"Don't worry, maskie! I'll be gentle!"
"Sure. Let's do this."
Doris gazes curiously at some vertical structures nearby a open-doorway building. It is a pillar with round wide objects protruding from the top, and round shiny bumps in the middle.
"What's that?" She mused, curious.
The horse follows her gaze.
"Those are showers. For us who walk on the land, the salt-water irritates our skin if we leave it on for too long. These showers clean us off with chilly fresh water."
"And what are those bumps for?"
"They didn't put in dials to save water. When you push one of those, it'll give you a rinse for a couple seconds."
She smiles, getting an idea. Not as good as sex in the ocean, but it still might be worth something to try it.
"Maskie! put your butt up against one of those buttons! We'll have some shower sex!"
The orca flashes her a sheepish glance and does so, the water splashing off him in sparkly droves.
Then Doris goes toward him and lowers herself on all fours, lifting her tail eagerly, curling it over her back, as she reaches her tongue out gently for the orca's slit, licking along the smooth, slick outer flesh. She feels the heavy presence behind her, hears sand crunch under sufficient weight. Then she gives a dolphin-like squeal as a raspy tongue explores her slit and after slit with lusty vigor. The orca's penis slowly peeks out. Doris eagerly lurches forward, taking the whale in her mouth with delicate passionate sucks. Rain drenches them all carelessly. Doris opens her blow-hole to take some of the water into her mouth, then proceeds to swirl it about the orca's cock in tantalizing fountains and jets of pleasure with each squirt. Then, when she's done, she shoots it back out her blow-hole into his red-cheeked sated face, before taking more in. Meanwhile, the horse has been licking and tasting her for a good ten minutes, as he rubs his nose along her clit and slick asshole, taking her feminine scents in with enthusiastic rubbing. He pauses a moment-she wonders where he went...
Then he seizes her hips in his muscular arms and shoves his stallion meat into her to the sheath-covered hilt! She growls lustily like a tigress in heat, sending shockwaves down the orca's bone. With each pounding thrust of her eager, hungry, cunt, the orca is shoved roughly into the button. Now the shower goes erratically off and on in the great carnal frenzy!
The orca is cumming close, as Doris uses her dolphin pussy muscles to play with the giant toy inside her. The stallion howls with powerful urges as she proceeds to milk him like a giant horny cow! She knows what she is doing to his stallion-hood, and it has her pleased with her skill, which she had developed by picking rocks up with her dolphin cunt alone.
The horse pumps her pussy madly like a horsie possessed! If maskie isn't careful, he just might lose to this giant horny beast of a fuck machine!
The horse lowers himself slowly along her rubbery back, reaching his great arms about to play with her big white titties!
They squish wonderfully under the tender ministrations of the clydesdale stud, each teat eager to be pleased, teased, and otherwise rubbed, as delightful ripples of pleasure wash over her like the waves themselves!
No doubt about it; the horse wins!
Then again-
Masaku's body cringes from the lovely tongue assault of lovely Doris! To be subservient to her is an understatement! He is not worthy of this treatment. It feels like heaven for one's cock to be treated so lovingly as this.
Then he frowned as he spies her expression-
-And the brown fur playing with her most generous-sized breasts.
She likes what HE'S doing!
She could care less if Masaku was in her beak or not!
He falters uncertainly-as does his whale dick.
"Whras wrmong lovmger?" She mumbles with his cock still in her mouth.
"Nothing. You've already chosen your mate. I mean nothing to you."
At that, she forcefully wraps her arms about his abdomen, sticking her slimy, slip-and-slide fingers keenly into his tailhole!
His dick springs fervently back to life, shooting gobs of pre-cum into her mouth like a thousand Lazarus Hallelujahs!
She rubs his little rectal beech nut tenderly with a mild amount of force, making him gush his seed powerfully over her sharp fish-eating teeth down her slick throat, as he moans louder than he ever has in his lonely life. She gulps it down hungrily, seeming to be impatient for more. Doris jams a finger hard against his prostate, making Masaku into a horny spray-and-wash once again!
The brown fur gives Doris a few final rough thrusts, then trumpets loudly in ecstasy as his cock empties his balls in powerful sporadic jets with each wag of his short, stubby, colorful tail.
Then the dolphin comes hard, juice spraying unrelented around the girth of the fur's massive penis, splashing all over his thighs in sticky, heat-scented floods, mingling with the shower water, and carrying over in the chilly steam to all their snorting nostrils, while at the same time, her breasts squirt long thin streams of yellowish white milk. Masaku prostrates himself eagerly to nurse on one of Doris' breasts. The brown fur rolls off her back, landing on his back against the concrete with a wet, tired thud, as he slowly moves for her other nipple, and taking it in his long muzzle, does the same.
Doris gives a blissful sigh at the feeling of two lovers sucking her dry in such a way, as she stays positioned on all fours. She never knew the sensation of rough tongues on her titties could feel so gratifying! Why did she HAVE to choose? They were both fantastic in their own way. The horse grabs the breast he is suckling on in one hand, and reaches between her legs with the other, taking one voluptuous tender butt cheek in his other, squeezing softly. She moans from all this, coming under the enchantment of this unusual orgy.
Why bother to choose? They both felt great!
"Uh! Uh! Suck me dry! Fuck me dry, dammit! You're Uh! Both going to be my mates. Let's celebrate until sunrise!" Doris moans out.
"Mmm. Doris is such a slut!" Declares the horse.
"Yeah, but she's OUR slut!" Maskie happily retorts.
Then Doris smiles as the realization hits them-
-OURS!
They stare in fascinated wonder.
So what was wrong with sharing a lover? She was fun and they certainly weren't wanting for pleasure! In fact, the two rivals seemed to look forward to more hot dolphin action, maybe even playing with each other some day in the future!
And despite the breeze along their wet fur and flesh, none of them were cold-
-Or lonely ever-
-EVER-
Again.
The end...
Or is it?
(Special present/commission for Billk3.)