How Naketa Met Calafin
" How Cal Met Naketa" By John Calafin
WARNING!!!!!
The Following story contains material that may be
considered adult in nature, including sexual overtones
and homosexual intercourse. If you are under your
country's or states legal age to view adult material,
do NOT read any further! Please note that this story
involves completely fictional characters and bears only
passing resemblance to reality. Nakiea is copyright
his player, my IRL fiance. Calafin is copyright his player, me.
Questions and comments are welcome. Flames will be used
for barbecues.
Now that THAT'S over, lets get on with the story!
You probably don't know me. My name is John Calafin,
and this is how I met my lover, Naketa Orca.
I live in a small town by the beach. When I first met Nakiea,
I worked in a coffeeshop there. The place was the local hangout,
so I knew most of the people in the town. I still remember the first
time I saw him.....
I could imagine her cries of pleasure, her dolphin body gently rubbing
against mine in the gentle tide as we made love, her cries
mirroring my own. I could hear them clearly, clearly as a...
BELL?!? "Huh?" "DAMN!" I mentally cursed as I pulled myself
out of my idle fantasy, focusing on the bell's chime as the door
opened and someone came in. Turning towards the sound, I was taken aback
by the huge figure coming through the door. I could tell he was a
cetacean like me from the light softly glinting off his smooth skin,
but I'd never seen a dolphin so large before.
Before we go any further, I have to explain something about me
and most cetacean morphs in general. Like most other morphs,
we have certain abilities that come from our non-anthro ancestors.
Just as most canine morphs have sensitive hearing and smell,
we dolphin and orca morphs have extremely sensitive
hearing, taste, and touch, while we have no sense of smell
and only average eyesight.
We also have an ability most other anthros don't know about, and would probably object to our using if they knew; Like our ancestors, we have a highly developed sense of echolocation and sonar. This means not only
can we see in the dark, but we can essentially perform an
ultrasound scan on anything we're looking at; If I want to,
I can tell everything about someones body down to their general
mood and what they ate for breakfast that morning. Which means,
of course, that it's all but impossible to hide your body
from me, no matter what you wear. Among dolphins, a sonar
scan is a way of greeting one another, and I don't find it
rude in the least.
As the figure continued entering, I finally got a good look
at him. He was an orca, and a large one at that. Having finished
walking through the door, he walked towards the counter I was
behind. Even without sonaring him, I could tell he definetely
exercised a lot. He was wearing a white tank top, which was stretched
over a very well muscled chest. Below that, he was wearing nothing
but a pair of running shorts. His body was muscular, but he didn't
overemphasize it or show it off. Rather than be intimidating,
he had a friendly, almost cordial air about him. "Hey"
was the first words I heard from him, and I was barely able to
blurt a response of "Hello, how can I help you?". I then sonared him,
in standard greeting; Like I suspected, he was very athletic,
with next to no fat on him at all. As I continued the scan,
I swept past his stomach(He was apparently a light eater) and
down to his groin; "Wait a minute, that CAN'T be right!" I thought
as I sonared his genitals; but a re-scan proved it; He was, quite possibly,
the most well endowed person I had met in my life. Unless something was
wrong with the scan, he'd be at least 10 inches long and nearly
as wide as a wine bottle!
I was barely able to hide my surprise and keep sonaring him, acting like nothing was out of the ordinary. I then stood still and let him sonar me in turn. I mentally cursed myself, realizing that the residual arousal from my fantasy, not to mention what seeing such an incredible set of equipment did to me, would show up like a red flag during his scan. However, if he did notice it he didn't show a sign of it.
"Could I please have a mocha, extra milk?". I couldn't belive it.
He had totally ignored what his sonar had shown him.
"Sure, anythng else you like with it?" I asked, still a bit nervous
knowing that he knew what I had been thinking when I scanned him.
" No, thanks.". "Say, I haven't noticed you around here before, you passing through or staying?" I inquired, hoping the answer was the latter.
" I'll be staying here a while." He replied. " I just got a job here as the new weight lifting coach at the YMCA. You know, down the street?". Indeed I did. I was on their swim team, and liked working out there. " Sure do." I replied. " I'm on the swim team there. My name's Calafin. Yours?". "Naketa Orca" he replied, gingerely taking the hot mocha in one hand while putting out a hand to shake with the other. Shaking his hand, I said " Nice to meet someone new." "Hope to see you around." were my parting words as he left the store.
And thus began what I might as well admit, to me,
was a romance the likes of which I've never experienced since. He came in every day after work and ordered a drink before he went home. Sometimes a mocha, sometimes a latte, sometimes something else, always hot with extra milk; even the latte. We met at the YMCA every so often, usually in between classes. I took up his weight training class, and before long had developed quite a bit of muscle, though my emphasis was always on flexibility and speed rather than muscle mass. I have to admit I was hardpressed to hide my arousal whenever I saw him working out, and more than a few furs probably noticed, but I didn't care. What had started out as curiousity soon bloomed into a full blown crush concerning him, and I was loath to stop it. Before long, I was able to talk him into working in the pool as well as in weights, and just as I excelled at his talent, he excelled in mine, quickly becoming an incredible swimmer.
What started out as simply knowing each other eventually became a trusting friendship, with both of us depending on and helping one another. At one point, He couldn't afford to buy something he had wanted to complete his in home gym. The next weekend it was sitting on his doorstep. I didn't take credit for it, but both he and I knew I had done it, even though I'd never admit it. He in turn, helped me, getting me a job at the YMCA when I was fired from my job at the coffee shop for accidently burning a Badger when I handed him his coffee.
He and I often joined in games at the Y, and we always got on the same team. We went on vacation with one another, discussed things with each other, and basically trusted each other completely. I kept no secrets from him, and he kept none from me. He and I often swapped stories; Me, of my time working as a Navy Seal and in weapon development; Him, of all the strange things he had seen as a weight training coach.Even if I hadn't wanted to hold back, the YMCA had a firm " NO job-related romances" policy that would have stopped me, for fear of losing us both our jobs.
I did hold back from going that far, however, at least until one night.....
Naketa and I had both had the day off, so we decided to go see a movie together. After a bit of discussion, we settled on " Dr. Dolphin", a story about someone who discovers dolphins have an evolved, technological culture and has to prove it. He and I both decided that it would be fun to see just for the laugh factor involved in proving normal dolphins are as smart as anthro dolphins, which Nakita and I both believed was true for dolphins and orcas. The movie was pretty funny, and we couldn't help but guffaw at the poor scientist. One time when I laughed, however, I accidently spilled my soda onto Nakita's chest and lap. "Damn!" I muttered as I saw the mess I had made. I grabbed a pak of napkins, and promptly went about cleaning him up before he could say a word. As I cleaned up, however, I realized I could feel his penis and testicles through his now wet pants, and that his penis was beginnging to lengthen and harden.
"It's all right, I can do it". His words cut through my confused(and slightly aroused)mind, and I sat back up. "Sorry" was all I could think to say. "Don't apologize" He replied, moving the napkin over his jeans which were barely able to hide his arousal. We watched the rest of the movie, but you could have cut the tension between us with a knife.
As we left the movie, I looked up at him, not knowing what to say. Before I could begin however, I heard a cry of " YO! FLIPPER!", and turned towards the source. Before I had finished turning, however, I heard a wet sounding "Smack!" and felt something hit me in my chest. Looking down, I realized it was a raw fish. I looked up again, this time seeing the fox who had thrown it, sitting on a car, with several other furry's around him. " Go back to the ocean where you belong, FISH!" Were the next words out his mouth, and I ducked as another fish flew over my head. I couldn't belive it. I'd experienced prejudice before, but never this intense. Some furrys didn't consider cetaceans like Nakita and I worthy of the name because we
had no fur and came from the ocean, not the land. I turned to see how Nakita was faring, and what I saw sobered me as much as it frightened me.
Ever since I had first met him, all those months ago, I had never seen
Naketa get angry. That, I realized as I saw him, was about to change. He was standing stock still, staring at the fox and his cronies. As I watched, the fox threw another fish at him, hitting squarely in the chest. " Hey, Fishy! Isn't he too big for that tight little ass of yours?" I stood up, and put a hand on Naketa's arm. "The police will handle this." He looked down at me, and I saw the battle going on within him.
He knew I was right; Unless the kid was a son of a cop, he would get arrested and thrown in jail for a couple of months. But at the same time he wanted vengeance; He wanted to teach this kid just who was in
charge, and make sure he never did anything like this to anyone ever again.
"Don't. Let it go" were the only words I could think of. I saw him relax, and realized logic had won over his anger. " Let's go" were his only
words, and we turned to walk away. As we walked, however, the fox decided to get in one last lick; " What's the matter? Fishy no want to play? Wants to run away like a coward? WIMP!" he cried, throwing another fish and hitting me in the back of the head. Naketa had won the battle with his anger, but that comment made me see red. I turned to him, and was more than ready to teach him a lesson.
As I turned, I felt a hand on my shoulder; I turned to find Naketa holding me back, doing for me what I had done for him moments earlier; Helping let the anger go. At that point, I decided there were better ways to teach him a lesson. Keeping an eye on him, I walked towards a phone booth and entered, still watching him. He could see me, and stared in horrer as I dialed 911 and spoke to the dispatcher, explaining what he had done and giving her the license plate number of the car the fox was in. Stepping out, I gave the fox what was as close as I can come(Beak, remember) to a sadistic smile; "The police will be here soon. I'd advise you to leave".
At those words, he jumped in the car and peeled rubber, but not before throwing me the finger and tossing another couple of fish at me and Naketa, which thankfully missed. I turned, and we left the fox and his friends to whatever fate awaited them.
As soon as we were out of earshot, Nakiea stopped me and looked at me. Noticing that furs passing by were avoiding us and holding their noses, he turned to me. "We better go over to my place and wash off." he said, and I merely followed. A few steps later, however, I realized that I had never before been inside his apartment. He had been to my house several times, but somehow my going into his place never came up. I kept this to myself, wondering why up until now I had never gotten to see the inside of his apartment.
We came to his Apartment, and he unlocked the door and held it open for me. "Thanks." I said, looking at the interior. "Nice place" I thought as I entered; He had a kind of light aqua wallpaper, with some tasteful pictures of the ocean and cetaceans mounted on the walls. The bathroom apparently connected to the living room and his bedroom.
"Come on in" he said, opening the door to his bedroom and walking inside. I followed him, and noticed as I entered that his walls were covered in pictures. "Please sit" he said, motioning towards his bed. I sat, and as I did noticed that HE HAD LEFT THE DOOR TO THE BATHROOM OPEN! I couldn't believe it!
We had seen each other naked in the Y's showers, of course,
but that he had left the door open was a surprise. I couldn't help but watch in awe as he undressed, not at all hiding his huge penis. It hung from his form, and just seeing it aroused me. I might have been mistaken, but I could have sworn he smiled(as much as an orca can smile, anyway) when he saw me looking at this masterpiece of male eroticism. He turned to go in the shower, and I couldn't help but notice how tight and musclular his ass was. He went into the shower and closed the glass door behind him, though I could easily make out his form through the frosted glass. Deciding to not look like I was staring, I started looking around the room.
That's when I had my second shock for the evening; as I looked around, I realized that all the pictures in the room showed dolphins and orcas enjoying the pleasures of the flesh. Most were gay, though there were a couple of Bisexual pictures. Almost all of them showed orcas and dolphins, though some were same species. It struck me like a bolt out of the blue;
He had intentianally let me go in his room and left the shower door open for a reason, and it wasn't so I'd compliment him on his taste; He KNEW I found him arousing, and wanted to let me know it! I turned to the shower, and saw him moving through the glass. At this point I decided a discrete sonar scan was definetely in order. As I did it, I realized that he was apparently moving something in and out of his ass, like he was CLEANING it! A minute later he was delicately washing his penis, taking great care in cleaning it. And he KNEW I was sonaring him! He could probably tell the moment I started!
I stopped sonaring, and decided to wait and see what was going to happen, hoping against hope that my wish was finally going to come true.
I watched as he exited the shower, not hiding the fact that he was almost fully erect. No matter how often I saw it, I still couldn't believe how well endowed he was. He gently sat down on the bed beside me, and turned to me, looking nervous. "Cal, can I ask you something?". I was barely able to find my voice in time to answer "Sure."
"Did you, well, ENJOY what happened at the movies?". I couldn't believe it; He DID know how I felt! "Yes" I replied, with as much voice as I could muster under the circumstances. "I, I, feel the same way." he said, looking into my face nervously. The feeling I experienced at those words cannot be expressed. Joy, Arousal, Love, I can't begin to describe it. Before he could say another word, I blurted out "I've felt that way for a while now". "How long?" "Since that first day in the coffee shop." He looked at me, and gently leaned towards me, bringing his face close to mine; Realizing what he was doing, I gently leaned forward and pressed my beak against his. Opening our mouths, we pressed against one another and kissed, our mouths complimenting each other as our hands held the back of each other's head, strengthening the force of the kiss. I closed my eyes, and felt our tongues begin to play against one another and explore their new homes. I never wanted that kiss to end.
Unconcsiously, I realized the hand that wasn't holding his mouth against mine had slid down to gently encircle his erect maleness. He gently pulled from the kiss, and looked down at my hand. "If you don't mind, could you undress?" he asked, and at that moment I wouldn't have denied him all the riches in the world. I slowly stood up, and took my shirt off, revealing my well muscled chest and belly.
He smiled through his eyes as I pulled my pants down, revealing my underwear and the fact that I was aroused as he was. He seemed surprised
by my size, however. "How long ARE you?" he asked, staring at my length. "14 inches, give or take" I replied, enjoying how he was looking at me; It was probably the same way I was looking at him. Finally, I pulled my jockey's off and stood before him wearing nothing but my "Swimming Suit". Judging by his reaction, he was aroused at my nudity as I was at his.
As I watched, he gently laid back on the bed, his cock sticking up like a totem pole. It was quite possibly one of the most arousing
sights I had ever seen. I wanted nothing more than to feel that cock thrusting in my ass, or pressing against my tongue; But I wanted to do
something original, and I thought of something that would be interesting. Walking along the bed to his side, I gently sat down spread-legged on his belly, his cock just behind my ass. My own erection stood up straight in front of me, as though begging for attention.
Looking up at me, his hand gently took a firm grip on my dolphinhood, and he began to ring-finger me. I gave a groan of pleasure and began doing the same, both of us gently pleasuring my stiff maleness. I was losing myself in the pleasure when I suddenly felt him stop rubbing my cock. I looked down at him questioningly, and he asked if I could get off him so he could get better access. I got off and sat on the side of the bed, wondering what my orca lover had in mind. He kneeled on front of me, and my mind realized what he was doing just before I first felt his tongue press against my head. A cry of pleasure escaped my blowhole as he lapped at me, the feeling of his warm, rough tongue making me nearly black out. He was very much enjoying himself, based on the low grunts escaping his blowhole. I placed a hand on his head, letting me steady my thrusts against his eager tongue. I noticed he had closed his eyes, completely concentrating on the task before him; I followed suit, losing myself in the pleasure he was bestowing upon my organ.
I could feel myself nearing my climax, and I stopped focusing on the pleasure to warn him. Rather than reply, He redoubled his efforts on my cock, making me lose myself in the pleasure, but this time I kept my eyes open to watch. I threw my head back and shouted in ecstasy as I orgasmed, but that did not hide what occured; As I came, Naketa pressed his tongue against my cock, Gladly drinking my spume and letting it release all over his tongue and beak. As I recovered, I couldn't help but notice my cum lining the edges of his mouth. I gently knelt down, and began to lick at his beak, lapping my own cum off his face. When I was finished, we kissed again. "I've never had anyone do THAT before!" he remarked, virtually glowing with pleasure. "Well, you've helped me, now what do I do?" I asked him, hoping that his reply would include having that cock of his in me.
"Could I, um, you know.... uh, hump you?" he asked, looking shy despite what we had just done. "I can't think of anything I'd like more" I replied, letting a hand fall on his cock. I turned and mounted the bed, leaving my ass facing him. I turned my head to watch as he gently gripped either side of my ass and pressed his firm maleness against my entrance.
"Are you sure you can handle this?" he asked, looking at me with concern on his face. "Definetely" I replied, and with good reason; I'd been practicing with coke and wine bottles for weeks since I first met him, hoping I could put the practice to use. Now was the test.
I gasped as his huge length pressed against me and slid in; It was a bit painful, but the pain was overidden by the incredible pleasure it
produced. I felt him slide in until his hilt pressed against me, then gently withdraw and thrust again. The fucking was incredible; no, it wasn't
fucking. It was making love, in a way I never could have imagined. I let the pleasure carry me in waves as his thrusting slowly sped up, nearing closer and closer to his orgasm and our joining. I felt him bury himself hilt deep in me as he gave an orcan cry of pleasure, his seed filling me. He slumped against my back, lost in the pleasure of our sex. I laid there, letting him recover. When he was ready, I felt him gently pull his sated length from my hole, coated in his seed. Before he could do anything, I knelt and began lapping the cum off of his penis. He laid down and let me do my work, gently placing a hand on my head as I cleaned him. We laid down on the bed togethor, kissing and holding each other.
After a while, I realized I had become aroused again, and he noticed. "I gave to you; Could you give to me?" he asked, looking at me and holding me.
"Anything you want." He rubbed my erection, and I noticed that he, too, had
regained his arousal. He knelt before me on the bed, looking behind him; looking at his new partner, his new lover. I lay behind him, slowly bringing my erection into contact with his puckered hole. "Are you sure?" I asked, extending him the same courtosy he had showed me. "Please" he said, and pressed back against my penis. I groaned as I slid partially into him, savoring the feelings of his tight orcan ass. I slowly slid in, burying myself up to the hilt in him. I heard him cry out in pleasure, and he pressed against me again, eager. I slowly pulled out, then slid in again, slowly thrusting as we made love, treasuring every touch, every contact. I began to speed up, eager to give myself to him. Far too soon, I felt myself nearing my climax into him. I groaned that I was going to cum, and he pressed against me, letting me know he didn't want me to pull out. I slid in and out time and again, my vision going black from the pleasure. Finally, I came, squealing as I felt jets of my molten seed fire into his eager opening, filling him with my pleasure, lust, and love. He let me recover, then stood still as I slid my softening length out of him. Then, to my surprise, he began to lick my cock clean, as I had done to his. I groaned as he cleaned my semen, then bent up to share a kiss with me.
I don't know how long we played like that, exploring each other's bodies and enjoying the pleasures we shared. I can't begin to describe how many ways we pleasured each other that night, and I don't care, really; I had found a soul mate, someone to share myself with and in turn have him share with me. As we lay there, we shared things we had kept from each other before. When I asked how he learned to pose like that, he gave a belly laugh and admitted that working at the Ymca was only when he couldn't find any jobs for his real work; He was a male model. As I looked around the room, snuggling with him, I realized that most of the pictures showed him posing with the others.
At the realization of this, I decided to let him know my biggest secret;
That I was what you could call a Cetaphile. At first he was confused as to what I meant, but I explained that I could only be physically aroused by other cetaceans; dolphins, orcas(Thank Goodness!), or porpoises. The true secret, which I had never revealed to anyone before, was that I was as attracted to normal dolphins and orcas as much as anthros. He smiled at that and held me close, whispering to me that he, too, was a Cetaphile, though not with normal dolphins. Until I told him he had no idea such a term existed. We held each other for I don't know how long, secure in the knowledge that we each had found a Kindred spirit. After a while, I nuzzled him and asked if this had happened before to him, looking at the pictures.
"Never". he replied, noticing where I was looking, and making me feel even closer to him. "Those were always for fun or money; I did this because, well.... ". I looked at him, praying in my mind he'd say the words. "I love you, Calafin. You're the first person I've ever felt this way about." I just closed my eyes and held him closer, feeling things I had never imagined at the sound of those words. " I'm glad to know it's mutual." I said, rubbing my hand across his chest. I kissed him again, but this time, it was different. It was confirmation of our love for one another, and the bond we shared. We spent the rest of the night playing with each other, and holding and kissing, not wanting to forget anything that happened that night.
While we each have our own lives, we as a policy meet somewhere every week to make love with one another, Reaffirming the bond of love we have.
Be it his house, the beach, the YMCA, or anywhere else. He and I will never forget each other, and for that I am eternally grateful.
That's how I first met Nakita. He was the first person I ever truly was able to bond with, life to life, soul to soul. He will always be the person I can love and be sure of having the love returned. And THAT is why he will always be my ke`chara, my soul mate, and true lover.
--Calafin--