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A Slippery Slope

Part 5: Linnaeus' Enthusiasm

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The empty male's locker room was quiet save for the distant sounds of splashes echoing through the meandering hall leading to the pool. Fitness bags and equipment were casually strewn here and there on and around the benches, and the humid air hung with a musty smell of a room that had spent far too much time being wet, and not enough time being cared for. Formerly an olympic swimming arena, the hastily-assembled building was rapidly aging, with patchwork repairs to tile work and infrastructure punctuating the formerly consistent interior. Eventually, the noise from the pool started changing from repetitive splashing to jovial shouts and calls, signifying the end of another swim practice.

One lone swimmer entered the locker room before anyone else, hastily making his way into the first working shower. The river otter angrily stripped away his tight-fitting speedo and began rushing his way through a rinse in the lukewarm water. The lutra's taught sinews rippled beneath the heavy pelt that covered his trim but powerful body as he hastily ran his claws through the oily fur of his thick coat, ridding it of the pool's salty anti-microbial treatment. His exhausted muscles ached from yet another session of pushing his body to the limits, with yet another failure, at least in his mind.

Linnaeus knew that he had no grounds upon which to be disappointed in himself. His performance was excellent, and he repeatedly beat almost every competitor he swam against in his division, but that wasn't enough. He was growling with frustration under his breath, iterating over his technique in his mind while subconsciously finishing up his accelerated cleansing and hoping that he wouldn't catch flak from the other swimmers who, by now, were all back in the locker room themselves, acting like the rowdy bunch of jocks they usually are. Lin's webbed paws worked faster against his sheath as he heard them, vigorously finishing working some more of his own natural oils back into the heaviest parts of his pelt around his taut hindquarters and the base of his powerful rudder-like tail.

Just before some of the other swimmers came into the showers, he finished and quickly reached to turn off the tap, only to have the handle break off in his grip; the object was a long-overdue victim of installation by the lowest bidder.

He screamed a lung-busting "FUCK!" into the now uncontrollably spraying water assaulting his midsection from the busted valve and tried, quite to the delight of his teammates, to abate the flow with his paws. All the other otters, who were previously giving Lin space (they knew better than to tease him when he was in one of his moods,) now suddenly erupted into raucous laughter at his slapstick misfortune.

"Hey Lin! You finally found something that can keep up with you in water! The plumbing!"

The joke wasn't funny, but everyone was laughing anyway in the midst of the moment. Everyone except Lin, who futzed with the mechanism for several more moments unsuccessfully before finally throwing the handle to the floor with a loud metallic CLANG! and storming out. Shouts and curses were echoing after him, a mixture of teasing and anger that he left the geyser spraying them all without fixing it. The otter ignored it all and began toweling off.

"Hey man, don't let them get to you." The words came from the team's pacific white-sided dolphin captain, Petzl. He was big for a "lag", and had a big heart to accompany his size. He genuinely wanted the best for his team, and would go out of his way to keep them going together, even sometimes to a fault. "They're just busting your chops because it's pretty much all they know how to do."

Lin nodded without looking up, and started dressing into his street clothes and packing. "I know. They're not bothering me."

"You know-" Petzl's sentence was punctuated by the loud SLAM of the locker, making him pause before continuing. "They actually really respect you. You're easily the strongest swimmer on the team in your group, but they have the same confusion about you as I do."

Lin was stuffing the last of his things into his bag he looked up. "What's so confusing?"

"You used to be such a great inspiration to the team. You used to be one of those guys in there who genuinely has fun in the water when they're at practice and at matches," he said while gesturing over towards the rowdy noises from next door with his tail. "But while your dedication and skill have gone up leaps and bounds, so has your self-criticism. It's like you expect something bigger from yourself that you can't possibly reach."

The otter stood and slung his bag over his shoulder, looking down at the floor for a moment before eyeing his concerned comrade. "Look, I know you want to help, and I really appreciate it. But I think I have to quit the team."

Petzl uncrossed his arms and regarded his friend with utter shock. "What?! Why would you quit now after all you've worked for?!"

"It!-" Lin stopped in what he knew was mid-shout and retreated before uttering a sigh and recomposing himself. He genuinely liked Petzl and knew full-well that the team captain didn't deserve to deal with what he knew was his own stupid bullshit.

"It isn't that... I just don't feel like I'll ever be satisfied unless I can compete against everyone."

The Pacific white-sided dolphin put his smooth hand on Lin's shoulder. "We all know that you're good enough to compete outside your division. Just give it some time and I promise you'll get there!"

"No, no you don't understand. I mean everyone. No matter what species."

Petzl regarded him with an exasperated look and pursed his shimmering black lips before replying. "Lin, we've been over this. It's not healthy for you to long after things which are physically impossible." The rolling of Lin's eyes did nothing to stop the team captain from driving his point home. "What, do you think you're going to be able to just overcome millions of years of divergent evolution between mustelids and cetaceans? Just by training hard? Some things just aren't possible, and if you're not happy without those things, you're never going to be happy!"

"No, you're right. I won't be able to do that just by training. Which is why I'm going to stop bothering."

"The solution isn't to give up everything, Lin. You're one of the best swimmers I've ever see-"

"-for an otter!" the lutra angrily replied.

Petzl's mouth hung open for a moment at the vehement interruption, before snapping it shut. He re-crossed his arms and looked down at the floor and sighed through his blowhole. "Lin, I hope you realize that I would never phrase it that way, and you shouldn't take it as any sort of marginalization."

Lin adjusted the shoulder strap on his bag and turned away with a pained expression. He'd hurt his friend, and regretted it horribly. "No, you've always been a good friend and mentor to me. I'm sorry I lashed out like that, it's not fair to you."

"Hey, no harm done. At least not as far as I'm concerned. But I'm really worried about you, dude. Please, don't quit. Not just for the team, and not just for me, but for yourself. You love this, and owe it to yourself not to let unreasonable goals prevent you from being the best you can be."

The otter nodded softly and weakly smiled. "Thanks 'zel. You're right, as usual. I'll see you Wednesday."

The dolphin's visage brightened (who knew a dolphin could frown?) and he called after the departing otter as the rest of the team started filing out of the showers. "Sounds good dude, see you then!"

The walk into the parking lot was feeling longer than usual. Lin kicked at a stone now and then as he stared down at his feet along the way, unbothered by any surroundings as he made his way to his car. Petzl was right, and the swimmer knew it full well. Until recently, he had been fine with being the fastest otter he could be, maybe even some day being the fastest one on the planet. The idea of somehow going beyond what his body was capable of never even entered his mind. He had been playful, exuberant, and "one of the guys" on the team. He might have even made captain someday. That is, until the International Inter-Species Sports Authority made the decision to integrate teams. While keeping divisions in place for fairness in competition, school, local and state teams were now united together for training and representation regardless of species.

Ever since the ISA had made their decision, other aquatic species (mostly dolphins) now practiced alongside the otters. And that's when Petzl and his crew had showed up in Lin's daily life, ruining everything.

Suddenly, the clear advantage they had was right in the otter's face every single day of swim practice. The dolphin had ruined everything for Linnaeus, and the part that tore the otter up inside most of all was that he could never be angry at him. He loved him.

It wasn't an overnight infatuation. Lin initially resented Petzl for his physique and tail flukes. He had been hoping that their new team members would all act like overly-superior assholes so he could have a legitimate complaint against the whole idea of the integration. But as the fastest one on the team, Petzl was also the most humble, and the jolly white-sided dolphin made a point of trying to build his teammates up, rather than put them down. His friendliness and good spirit had helped keep them united through the daunting task of integrating previously excluded members, and had the side-effect of causing one of the fastest mustelids in the school to fall head-over-heels for him.

In between his heats, he'd watch the incredible speed with which their new team captain rocketed through the water with a mixture of admiration and envy. The powerful muscles of the dolphin would explode with energy and motion, the water clearing out of the way as the shimmering skin cut its way back and forth through the pool. Linnaeus would watch the flukes, shoulders and legs all working in perfect sync, doubling the best speed that any otter could hope to achieve in a lifetime on just a warm-up. And then there were the "other" aspects of that body that Lin couldn't help but envy. On more than one occasion, the otter had to cover his speedo with at towel in the stands or in the showers when he spent a few too many moments looking over the shining curves of that ironclad ass, or daydreaming about how big an organ he was hiding inside that genital slit.

As a rule, he knew he'd be subject to all the teasing in the world if word got out that he was hot for the new captain. So, despite hearing rumors that Petzl probably swung his way, he kept it under wraps as best he could; sometimes literally.

A growing tightness in the front of his shorts awoke Lin to the fact he was daydreaming yet again, and he shook his head and sighed. Once again trying to convince himself of how stupid the whole thing was, and how he just needed to let go of all of his stupid fantasies, he made a subtle adjustment to his garments then started to unlock his car.

"He's wrong, you know."

"Jesus Fuck!" The otter nearly jumped out of his skin and whipped around, grabbing at his chest. He had been so deep in his own thoughts that he had failed to notice the pine marten walk up behind him. His gym bag and car keys hit the ground as he was started making a feeble attempt to act calm.

"I'm sorry...what did you say?"

"Your dolphin friend. He's wrong. What you want isn't impossible at all, just difficult." The smartly-dressed weasel slowly strode up to the otter and picked up his belongings, handing them back to their owner, who was still in the process of catching his breath. Lin locked his eyes on the shifty, but confident male as he snatched the bag and keys away.

Easily 10 centimeters taller than the other mustelid, as well as quite a bit bulkier, the otter's concerns about any danger began morphing into guarded curiosity. He opened the car door, tossing the bag inside and started replying without facing the stranger. "How long were you eavesdropping on me?"

Scoffing, the marten tossed a look into the air before replying to the otter who kept his back turned to him.

"Unimportant. What's important is that what I'm saying right now is true. It's possible for you to compete against any species you want, and win. Would that be of interest to you?" As he spoke, he produced a business card from his suit jacket's breast pocket and handed it in the direction of the swimmer. Lin turned around, regarding the strange creature, and wordlessly reached out a webbed paw to take the stiff slip of paper.

"My name is Rilt" the marten continued, "and there's no need to commit to anything at this point, but if you want to learn more, contact me there. Good day." And with that, the marten turned on his heel and strode towards a limousine parked nearby without another word.

The bewildered lutra was left standing there for several moments after the strange encounter, watching the limo drive away before looking down at the card in his paw. The front was marked with nothing except a large, stylized black letter "V". Turning it over, it read simply: "100 Priestley Street. Tomorrow 8PM sharp. Rilt"

The marten took his seat in the limo, and the door was closed for him by the burly bulldog of a driver. He tapped at the arm rest and stared out of the window for a moment before turning to address an occupant across from him. "Make sure he comes tomorrow. Do whatever it takes within the normal safety protocols, but no funny business this time, Malort. If I find you've been abusing that implant we've given you I will turn you over to Grioden with a nice big bow that says 'bitch' on it! Clear?"

A large, shadowy head nodded in response. "Not a problem, sir."

"We need him on-board for the project. He's the perfect subject for it, and we can't afford to lose this opportunity."

"You can count on me, sir. He'll be signing his life away at HQ tomorrow. I guarantee it."

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That night, Lin couldn't sleep one wink. His body was constantly tossing and turning; mimicking the back and forth within his mind between dismissing the marten's words and longing to know they were true.

Could it really be possible? No, nothing besides a powered submarine could out-run a dolphin. The whole idea was ridiculous...wasn't it? What if it wasn't?

The otter swung his legs out of bed until he was sitting on the edge wiggling his toes against the faded carpet of his apartment. In the darkness, he could just make out the photo of his group from the orphanage. The picture felt ancient to him, as if the otter in the lower-right corner was someone else. He had always felt alone in that world; his shy personality only formed connections with great rarity and difficulty. It wasn't until he'd turned 18 and gone out in the world to swim competitively with his school that he finally began to make real friends. By being one of the fastest competitors he earned respect and admiration, both of which he valued, but it was the boost to his confidence which was the ultimate benefit. At long last, he had started feeling like he mattered. Then, the dolphins showed up, and he had begun fading into the background once more.

In the back of his mind, Lin was beginning to feel the same twinges of self-doubt and loneliness that had once plagued the otter in the photograph. The familiar fear of isolation was seeking a way in, attempting to block out all of his accomplishments and new friends and shroud him back into darkness and depression. Clamping his eyes shut, he bristled his whiskers, cursed the empty room and rocketed to his feet. Tearing the picture off the wall and tossing it onto the floor, he stuffed his speedo, goggles and towel back into his bag and made his way back to the sports pavilion to clear his mind.

Lin could think better when he was swimming. He always felt clarity and calm when he was gliding freely through the fluid universe beneath the surface, paying no attention to lanes or lap times. The water was his temple, and he wasn't finished worshipping for the day.

After swiping his 24-hour access card and donning a fresh speedo, he strode mechanically into the pool area the way he had thousands of times before. He was no stranger to visiting the pool at all hours of the night, so he'd grown accustomed to having the lanes all to himself. This time, the walls were echoing with the quiet splash of a singular swimmer's flip-turns. The otter regarded the large dark shape for a moment, unsure of who it was. At first, he was thinking it might be Petzl, but there were no stripes to be seen, only jet black. It wasn't until Lin caught sight of the tall dorsal, and a shine of white "eye spots" that he recognized it was an orca. What was an orca doing swimming here this late at night?

As unusual as it was, it wasn't that unusual, since anyone could get a pool membership who wanted to, so the otter's outward expression of intrigue was summarized with nothing more than the momentary twitch of an eyebrow before he tossed his towel into the bleachers and dove in from the deep end.

Oh how he adored the water. With each stroke, his body took another brief sprint forward, his limbs pulling in tightly against his narrow frame as his whiskers folded back against his pointed muzzle. His limbs would then extend, his paws splaying open to grasp at the invisible fluid that surrounded him, and launch his body continuously forward. His thick rudder-like tail was gliding behind him, correcting his direction and provide additional thrust and absorption of any drag. Each pull provided another rushing flow over his oily pelt, teasing at the edges of his speedo which he desperately wished wasn't required, and for the first time in days, Linnaeus smiled. Maybe Petzl was right; he needed to get back to what he enjoyed most: the simplicity of the sport. He closed his eyes and began swimming his laps in mental darkness as a sense of peace gradually returned to him.

Suddenly, there was a high-pitched squeaking sound assaulting his ears, and a tingling sensation against his skin. He opened his eyes just in time to see the orca who'd been swimming in the pool dodging out of the way, his echolocation having warned him of an otter coming head-on. Lin immediately dodged in the opposite direction by instinct, with the collision so close that he felt his whiskers graze the smooth surface of the killer whale's skin.

Lin blasted his head out of the water and checked to see if he'd veered off course while he'd closed his eyes, but he hadn't. The orca was now swimming almost diagonally. The otter put his goggles up onto his forehead and shook his head angrily while debating whether or not to say something. It was technically a free-swim, but it was common courtesy to use the lanes whenever someone was swimming laps, and there was no way the orca could've "accidentally" gone off-course. Frankly, it was a bit of a dick move.

Lin decided to remain silent and keep going. The orca wouldn't have heard any protests anyhow because he had just kept on swimming, uninterrupted by the near-miss. A brief puff of air from his blowhole and he was back in his own lane.

After swimming a few more laps, the lutra was just about to get back to his "happy place" when the killer whale suddenly diverted from his lane once again and rocketed towards Lin on a collision course. He deftly dodged before surfacing to loudly shout of a three-worded colorful metaphor, but the orca ignored his curse and merely kept on swimming. Standing in the shallow water with his paws on his hips, the otter decided enough was enough, and moved over to another part of the pool with no lanes to float for a while.

He was edging back towards a negative headspace; his sacred temple invaded by the finned, mannerless intruder, and as he lay back and felt his toes pierce the surface, he inhaled a deep sigh. He tried to relax as he was floating face-up towards the aging ceiling, closing his eyes, and after a few moments he began to feel better. The memory of the antagonistic encounter was gradually fading, as were the sounds of the orca's turns. He began picturing himself floating in a calm tropical lagoon rather than a run-down stadium, and once again, the familiar sense of calm floated over him.

There was a churning of the water next to him, as if something had gently surfaced nearby. His eyes opened and he turned curiously towards the source. What greeted Lin's eyes caused him to immediately freeze.

It was the orca. More correctly, it was the orca's naked ass. The killer whale swimmer had floated right up next to him after apparently disposing of his swimwear, and positioned himself so that his large, muscular rump and massive tail were aimed directly towards the otter's face. He'd even gone as far as to lewdly spread his legs, so that Lin's head was positioned between them.

The situation came as such a shock that he just floated there with his eyes big as dinner plates for several moments. He began to ask himself why he wasn't reacting with loud disgust, and wasn't very happy when his subconscious answered with the thickening of his sheath at the sight of what was unarguably one of the hottest pairs of cheeks he'd ever seen on a male. He stared for almost a minute at the shiny, black and white glutes and the stripe of white from the whale's belly that traversed between his legs and up the underside of his thick, raised tail.

At long last, his conscious self finally took back control and the otter slapped at the water with his thick rudder to produce a loud BANG of protest, the muscular appendage making a huge splash which went all over the pool area. He stood in the shallow water and began berating the nude swimmer who finally rose from his prone position to face the fuming mustelid.

"OK, look, I can't tell if you're succeeding at being blatant or failing at being subtle, but either way, cut it the fuck out!"

The killer whale was cooly smiling as he leaned backwards against the edge of the pool and extended his arms out along the rim. Another blow puffed from just behind the top of his head before he spoke. "What's wrong Mr. Otter? Don't like what you see?" His conical teeth were gleaming in the harsh lights, as did nearly every square inch of his slippery, sculpted chest. Easily half a meter taller than Lin, his imposing frame placed the water's surface only just barely above his groin where a small, triangular spot of black marked a very specific location on his cetacean slit where white and pink converged. Lin deliberately tried very hard to keep that spot on his periphery, rather than staring at it, which part of him desperately wanted to do.

"I just want to be left alone and swim, OK? You're lucky I don't report you, now get lost!" Lin indignantly insisted as he emphatically gestured towards the exit.

"Come on, stop lying to yourself. This is the chance of a lifetime and you know it, and you're about to throw it away. Besides..." As he spoke, the orca's slit parted. "...I know full well that you've always wanted to see this. You were too scared to ask Petzl, so now you don't have to ask at all. Go on, look all you want." The whale's genitals had produced a penis large enough to make horses than Lin knew blush. Cetacean erections weren't brought about by blood flow, but through the simple contraction of muscle. The rumour was that the ability to have an instantaneous hardon was part of the reason dolphins had such a reputation for being such horny creatures. The stranger's member now floated at the surface, and as Lin watched in a mixture of shock and curiosity, its prehensile tip wriggled like a finger motioning someone closer.

"Oh...my gods..." the lutra quietly exclaimed. Lin's mouth hung agape, his shock twofold. For one, the interloper was now fully exposing himself, and for two, the otter was inexplicably unable to look away from the phallus so lewdly exposed to him. Up until now his voice had been stern and to-the-point, just like his intentions of making the orca leave the pool. Yet now, his tone faltered, and his response came as a barely understandable jumble of words. "I...uh....look... this isn't the place....for um.... I think... you should go...."

The huge oceanic mammal stepped towards the dumbfounded otter. "Oh now please, I know you don't want me to go for real. Look inside yourself. You've always wanted this, Mr. Otter. Isn't that right?"

Some canines just might have been able to hear what the killer whale was doing, but Lin could most certainly not. Mustelids weren't able to hear the frequencies above 50,000Hz which the cetacean was blasting in the otter's direction. If Lin was able to perceive the sounds in any way at all, it was only in the form of a strange, sourceless resonation which soothed his nerves, and cradled his mind in the softest way.

"Don't make me a sad whale Lin. You want me to be happy so that you can be happy too. You want this, and you know it. Don't lie to yourself. Be truthful. You want to be like us, like Petzl, like.. me."

The inaudible sounds were changing frequency rapidly, unbeknownst to the otter who was gradually turning his mind inwards deeper and deeper. Lin's thoughts were racing at first, trying to figure it all out. Who was this orca? What did he want? Why was Lin feeling so tired all of a sudden? The otter knew that something was wrong, and desperately tried to stay awake and seek help, but something in that voice was making him feel so good. The orca was getting closer, and closer, and Lin couldn't work out why he wasn't moving in the opposite direction. The otter's wide eyes were narrowing, and his breathing was starting to slow down.

"I...I don't.....know.... I..."

"Yes, Mr. Otter?"

The orca's penis was now gently swishing left and right against the water's surface, making a soft sloshing sound in the pool. The otter's eyes locked on the dancing tip of it, it's wiggling end seeming almost irresistible for no reason that he could comprehend. His pupils followed the orca's shaft exactly, watching the dolpin's penis oscillate. He had no idea that the rhythm was being matched by the ultrasonic waves which the killer whale was directing at his weakening mind.

"I... uh.... don't know."

"That's exactly right, you don't know. Right now, you don't need to know anything, do you? All you need is my voice, and to watch my body. That's it, left, right, left, right... just follow it closely... you've wanted to see one of these in real life for so long, and so I want you to use every moment to take it all in. That's it... just enjoy watching it.. No one minds, you're all alone with me. No need to feel embarrassed. No worries, no thoughts, just watch me. Watch my penis, Lin. That's right..."

It really was amazing.... Lin had to admit.... I mean, there it was. He didn't need to look up porn on the internet or anything.... here was a real one... the orca was being so nice, letting him stare at it. It felt good to do that. What a nice orca this was, just letting him.

"Now, Lin. I want you to relax for me. You don't have to do anything you' don't want to, understand?"

Lin's head gently nodded, his eyes even further closed, but still locked onto the dolphin's cock as his whole body began to sway in time with the phalllus' hypnotic movement. The lower jaw of the otter was going slightly slack, and he felt so good.... oh so good.

The killer whale's echolocation blasted directly into the otter's head, the sounds shaking away all semblance of inhibition or worry from his mind using focused frequencies customized to his neurological profile. The whale's smile had shifted from a wickedly mischievous one to a soothing, friendly one. He stepped closer and closer until he was so close to the otter that the enormous cock now swayed within reach of Lin's speedo. His face looked almost straight down with his chin against the oily fur of his chest, staring at the beautiful piece of manhood that emerged from the friendly whale's genitals and gently began pressing against the otter's bulge.

"That's wonderful, Lin, isn't it? Just relaxing? Remember, only do what you want to do right now. OK?"

The otter nodded gently, still looking downwards until the orca placed a digit on his chin, and gently lifted it to look him in the eyes. A burst of high-pitched sound now resonated throughout his body as the killer whale painted him up and down with beams of soothing audio.

"Relax everywhere for me now, Lin. Just take a nice deep breath, and let your muscles turn off. I'll keep you afloat, don't worry. That's it.... juuust like that..."

The otter settled deeply into the trance, and felt like nothing would be nicer than to relax his body in the comfortable embrace of the pool. He felt himself falling backwards as his balance let go, only to be caught and softly cradled by the powerful arms of the orca. Ever so softly, the dolphin brought his new prey into a floating position face-up so that he rested comfortably on the surface, his large hands holding him upright for a moment before they were gently pulled away, allowing the otter to simply float by himself.

"That's it Lin, just floating. Float. Relax. Now, if you like, I want you to close your eyes."

Lin did so, and breathed ever so softly in his relaxed state. The trance having taken complete hold of him, yet still allowing his mind the ability to interprets the words of the interloper. The orca was right. Lin would never admit it, but he was right. This was where he wanted to be.

"sooo... n-nice...."

"Yes, it is nice, isn't it Lin? Now, I'm going to take your swimsuit off. Just keep floating, relaxed and peaceful like that."

The otter's conscious self aroused ever so slightly at the words, his rebellion mounting to the idea for a moment as his lips emitted the slightest whimper.

"Do you want to say something Linnaeus? I'm listening. Is that a problem for you? Just be honest now. You'd prefer to be nude right now, wouldn't you?"

Powerful waves of ultrasonic sound caressed the otter's skull and teased at his neurons, setting all his inhibitions free and unlocking the desires that resided deep within.

"n-no... that's.....o-okay..."

"I'm so very glad to hear you say that Lin. Here, let me help you with this."

The otter was fully aware of all his senses, and as he was floating in that delightful trance, he felt the forceful touch of the killer whale's hands taking hold of the edges of his speedo. In a deliberate and singular movement, the dolphin slipped the tight-fitting swimwear down his waist, exposing his privates. The sensation was electric... no one had ever made Lin naked in public before... but.... no one else was here... it was OK. The whale was so nice to him.... he didn't mind if he wanted Lin naked.

The otter gave a soft shiver as he felt the tight shorts slip past his waistline, exposing his sheath and scrotum to the water and baring his muscular rump cheeks. The whale continued, sliding them down his toned legs until his rudder-like tail slipped out of the hole in the back, and the little blue shorts cleared the his limp, webbed toes. Tossing the speedo casually over his shoulder like a piece of trash, the orca looked directly at the otter's supple sheath and emitted a powerful blast of sound far beyond the otter's hearing directly at it. Lin could only barely perceive it, like the most amazing invisible massage you could ever imagine.

"Now Lin, while you're floating, I'd like to imagine something for me. I want you to imagine that the pool is always the place where you feel good. The water, gives you such pleasure, and such comfort, that nothing can hurt you there. While you're floating, I want you to picture for me, what your body looks like right now. It is naked, and on the surface. Now, I want you to imagine that the bottom of the pool is where your deepest desires are. And we're going to gently float downwards to them as I count back from 10. OK?"

Water droplets beaded from his oily pelt back into the pool as he floated in mental bliss. He felt so good... so wonderful.... maybe the orca wouldn't like it though... maybe he shouldn't feel too comfortable. Because he knew what theta meant. As if by magic, the killer whale continued along the lines of his thoughts...

"Now, as you imagine this, all this pleasure, I want you to remember that everything is fine if you want it to be. You can do whatever you want, and nothing is embarrassing, nothing is taboo. In fact, I'm willing to bet you're still holding back a little bit."

"Ten."

"No more secrets or lies Lin, just truth and water."

The otter sighed, a blissful smile on his muzzle. His body was feeling so heavy...

"Nine. Let's go to that place where you feel the best. You'll have to hold your breath for a few moments to get there. We're going to swim down there in our thoughts."

The ultra closed his nostrils and lips, holding in a breath with his powerful lungs as he began to sink lower.

"Eight. As you descend, some things will feel farther away, and some will feel closer. Let all the things that trouble you get further and further away. Even me, if that's what you need. But we're getting closer to pleasure, closer to bliss and ultimate relaxation. "

The otter's sheath filled out, and soon the light brown fur across his front was punctuated by a tiny spot of pink as his penis emerged. It wasn't anything to be ashamed of though... right now everything was OK. He felt so good.. it wasn't wrong to show it...

"You're doing so well, Lin. I'm so glad to see that you're so relaxed. It's OK if you get hard right now, no one will mind. Be yourself, and nothing else. ...Seven..."

Lin's buoyancy kept his body at the surface the whole time, yet his mind 's eye was seeing his naked, and partially aroused body sink beneath the waves next to his friendly orca companion. The orca's voice faded away as he sank beneath the surface of the pool. But it wasn't a pool anymore. He was in a giant ocean, amidst nothing but calm waves and soothing, slightly shrill sounds. He sank deeper and deeper into that ocean of calm.

"Six"

Lin didn't know where the soft soothing voice came from,only that it was embracing and warm, and he sped faster down add into the cool water. He could feel it rushing along past his body, even curling his tail up between his legs towards the surface as he sank.

"Five"

It felt so good. But he needed to take a breath. He knew that wasn't a good idea, since he was underwater... but... everything was fine... everything was OK. He wanted a breath of air, so he took one, and air was what his lungs received, as if by magic.... His mind was utterly fooled into the illusion of sinking into the water because it wanted to be. He smiled broadly, curling his long whiskers to the delight of the killer whale watching over him.

"Four."

The otter's penis was now fully erect, and Lin could feel the gentle caress of the water against it as he sank deeper and faster towards the bottom, towards his happiness. Lin loved the water so much He wished he could share how wonderful this was with someone... Of course, it wasn't water flowing over him at all. His real body was still on the surface, and the sensation on his cock was nothing more than Malort's rubbery, molesting hand rubbing Lin's erection like it was his own property.

"Three"

So deep now that the light was turning a beautiful deep blue. The stadium and pool gone, he now plunged the depths of the hypnotic sea like a stone towards the goal

"Two"

No longer holding his breath, Lin took deep sighing pulls of air as he descended, dropping He knew it was close now, so close he could feel the presence of that hidden world beneath the waves

"One"

Lin extended his arms out from his shoulders, as if to embrace something descending towards him, as his body touched down.

"Zero"

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"Lin."

The otter did not respond.

"Lin, can you hear me?"

Parting his lips, the otter replied in a breathy, barely-audible voice.

"Yes"

Nothing existed except that voice which hovered around his disembodied self at the bottom of that tranquil sea of relaxation.

"Stand up now, Lin"

With a swish of his rudder, the otter pivoted upright and placed his feet on the bottom. He stood with his arms to his sides, eyes barely open and jaw slack.

"Come closer, Lin."

The otter walked towards the voice through the shallow water, with his erection rigidly resisting the flow against it. The killer whale was now once again leaning back against the edge of the pool, and as the otter approached, he extended his arms to grasp his furry shoulders and stop him.

"That's good, right there."

Reaching behind him the dolphin braced against the edge and lifted himself up onto it to sit with his legs in the water, his body now almost completely exposed, save for below his knees. The big dolphin's rubbery skin flexed silently as he was reaching back behind his head to press his fingers at a very particular spot near his blowhole. The electronic chime that only he could hear responded, indicating to him that he could proceed. Once again, the orca's echolocation squealed its ultrasonic music at the entranced otter before him. Assisted by the unseen device inside his head, the killer whale now had the lutra completely within his power, provided that he didn't trigger any mental defenses within his silly little otter brain, and as long as he maintained control over the signal. That was usually easy enough, as the only kind of commands which risked such exposure were ones which allowed physical harm to come to the recipient.

For a moment, the orca sat on the edge of the water, looking over his prize. He truly was a beautiful specimen of a swimmer, for a semi-aquatic mammal, at least. Toned abs, a powerful chest on a rail-frame, tight arms and an ironclad buttocks anchoring that big rudder of a tail. The stranger was looking Lin over inch by inch, examining him like a piece of meat and savoring the smooth pelt with his hands. Lin simply stood as if he was hanging there, held by invisible strings that kept him upright while the enormous slippery hands touched, fondled, and groped him. A shiver rocketed through his long, flexible spine as his package was lewdly grasped and squeezed, the contact sending bolts of pleasure and emotional complexities through his cortex. All objection to the unsolicited behavior was summarily ignored by the otter, who was existing purely within his subconscious. Blissfully unaware of any problems or dangers, he knew full well that all he wanted was to relax right now, his mind at rest on the bottom of that endless sea bed, his inner self wasn't lying on the bottom as much as being gently cradled in the arms of that beautiful black and white creature. His slack jaw was opening just slightly as a firm grip lifted his tail and dragged a big slippery finger through his tight cleft, grazing his tight little opening along the way. The whale then placed his smooth fingertip right against the otter's anus, and gently pressed against it. As he overcame the pressure and slipped his digit up Lin's tight little tailhole, the otter's only reaction was a tiny squeak, as his body stood devoid of any reaction of disobedience.

Malort grinned, his control over his prey confirmed, and slipped his finger out to gave one of those firm asscheeks a pinch.

As the orca was finishing his walkabout of Lin's calm, receptive frame, ideas bounced around in his mind. It would have been patently obvious to any observer that Malort was trying to make a decision about something, and not one he took lightly. His eyes were darting between the otter and empty space, his hands, previously content to trace over all the ultra's curves suddenly clasped one another behind his back. His flukes were dragging through the waist-deep water as he was pacing and trying to make up his mind, when suddenly his fingers touched his chin, and his head turned towards Linnaeus. That wicked smile resurfaced on the orca's shiny lips as he nodded gently to no one in particular. Yes, it was worth the risk. This lithe little piece of mustelid ass was too good to pass up. No one would know. He'd taken liberties before with subjects that he knew would be receptive, and this would be no exception. Who knows? Maybe he could eventually add this one to his little "collection" as well.

"Lin, did you like looking at my body?"

The otter nodded weakly.

"Would you like to get a closer look?"

"mmmm...yes..please..."

Under any other circumstance, Linnaeus would have been out the door, in his car, and speeding away so fast you'd think he was a rally driver. But right now, his conscious self was far, far away. In the midst of the blissful trance, the lutra's actions were reflecting only what his deepest subconscious self desired. His inhibitions due to fear of the unknown, fear of rejection, fear of judgmental responses all failed to register. His mind sent them all away on vacation as his libido and secret desires took precedence, with the knowledge that all he needed to do was be obedient to the wonderful orca.

His legs began operating on an unseen autopilot, walking towards the waiting dolphin who had sat back up upon the pool's edge. Malort outstretched his arms and gently took hold of Lin's wrists. The limbs weren't exhibiting any resistance as the whale guided those adorable webbed paws down towards his groin, and pressed their palms against the circumference of his cetacean member. Lin's face did not react at first, since he was still mindlessly looking forward, focusing somewhere past the killer whale's face. The orca's black and white lips curled into an even bigger smile as he softly spoke.

"Look down at your hands Lin."

The mindless otter obeyed, and saw that he now held a glorious prize in his paws. His muzzle smiled weakly, his relaxed eyelids faintly widening as his whiskers curled upward. It was his now. All his mind wanted now was to stay there and do whatever his new friend wanted. As long as he was able to look at him, touch him, and taste him.

"That's it, good otter boy. Hold on tight now. That's it. Now, you might feel as though you're getting heavier. It's as if your whole body weighs so much that it's becoming incredibly difficult to stand. Do you feel that?"

Unaware of the shift in frequencies of the ultrasonics bouncing around his brain, further pushing his inhibitions into oblivion, and elevating his arousal, his libido soon took complete hold. The whales' voice was so soothing and relaxed., almost melodic as he spoke the surreptitious commands. The orca's huge palms now rested upon Lin's shoulders, and the otter began feeling the strange sensation of becoming heavier, just like the orca said. He nodded in the affirmative slowly, as he stared at the glorious manhood he still clutched in his paws, the digits migrating around it slightly to feel it's smooth, warm texture, to ogle it's pinkish-white color and black splotches. Conveniently, it became closer and closer to him, his heavy body feeling unable to stand a moment longer, so he sank deeper into the shallow waters of the pool until he was almost down to his knees before the killer whale whose powerful trance enslaved his consciousness. Without abandon, or any sense of shame, Lin began examining that beautiful idol of aquatic manhood with an adoration which was leaving the realm of interest, and approaching worship. It was so alien in its shape, so long and warm to the touch; Lin could hardly contain himself as his muzzle leaned in closer to the orca's spread legs so he could take in every detail.

Intelligent cetaceans had inherited some of their feral cousin's attributes when it came to their anatomy. Their blowhole was still their primary means of respiration, but they had developed the ability to likewise pass air through their mouth for the purpose of regular speech. Their dorsal fins, tail flukes and coloration were all present alongside their terrestrial limbs, and their necks had the more articulation, although they still had a bit of difficulty turning their heads as readily as other mammals. Their thick and rubbery, insulating skin tissues were not filled with as much insulating blubber, allowing better adaptation to living in the air. Naturally, there were a few changes in the genital areas as well, which Lin was now becoming intimately aware of.

The giant dolphin's penis was a hybrid in its shape, much like its owner. It had a definitive head, unlike a feral orca, and while it sported some level of prehensility, it was not as perfectly cone-shaped as his wild cousins'. The orca's oversized testicles resided deep within his body behind the engorged genital slit which proudly displayed his member, much to the delight of the mindless otter's amplified libido, which firmly instructed him to continue to caress and nuzzle it's pulsating length as he pored over its every nook and cranny with his eyes and paws, much to the delight of the orca who closed his eyes blissfully as his new slave pleasured him. Malort was expertly massaging the pleasure centers of the otter's brain with his enhanced echolocation, encouraging his explorations as much as possible. His voice was still as smooth and comforting as ever, albeit with a slight breathlessness that wasn't present before. "Mmmm... that's lovely Mr. Otter. It's nice to not have any worries, any concerns, or any thoughts, isn't it? Just a beautiful cock to worship, and the warm depths of the sea. Isn't it?"

The whale gave a soft chirp as some of the numerous, stiff whiskers on the ultra's muzzle grazed his shaft's sensitive skin, breaking his concentration for a moment. The solution, however, was quite simple. "Mister otter, you are very welcome here. In fact, you're perfectly welcome to look as close as you wish. Although, it would be much easier to enjoy if you would open your mouth."

Not interested in missing any opportunities, the obedient otters jaw went slack, weakly opening at the promise of even more enjoyment. Between his legs, his 6 inches of otter hood stood at full attention from his sheath, while being gently "fanned" by the orca's flukes, producing a wonderful soothing flow of water over his flesh. His eyes became defocused as the orca's right hand took him by the back of the head, and began easing him forward. Lin felt the touch of the orca's rigid member against his tongue, and it immediately began shooting a myriad of signals through his mind and body. Any alarms which might have gone off in his consciousness were fully muted by the controlling acoustic emissions of the orca. No resistance was being offered by his muscles as the whale began sliding the end of his erection down the otters throat. Lin let out a tiny pleasured squeak of submission as the black, pink and white shaft began disappearing between his furry lips.

It was almost too easy, taking control of this young adult swimmer. Malort had gone from an irritation to his swim session, to the object of the otter's worship, and now diligently suckled upon by the same. The whale leaned forward and allowed his freed arm to likewise take hold of Lin's nimble little head, and began a slow, rhythmic pumping motion. The mustelid's muzzle was limp, moist, and smooth, and deliciously slurped its way over his shaft as he fucked the poor little otter's face. Too easy.

"That's so good little otter... mmmmyes.. Just like that. Up and down, just let it slip in and out. It's just what you wanted, isn't it? No need for anything else right now. No thoughts or doubts. No worries at all. Just that warm cock going all the way down your throat. Allllll the way down..."

Accentuating the first word of his last sentence in a long, drawn-out and slow tone that echoed alongside a powerful blast of sonic energy from his melon, the orca increased his pressure at the back of his slave's head. Gradually, and with great care, he forced the poor otter's muzzle closer and closer to his genital slit, making the mindless slave deep-throat his throbbing cock. A shrill chirp of pleasure from Malort pierced the air as he felt the obedient creature's gullet relax around his penis and forcibly take the entire length of his erection. He felt Lin's gag reflex attempt to push him out, but kept pressing right on past it as his new slave's mind relished every moment of pleasing his dolphin master. The broad nose of the otter mashed against the slippery skin of that white belly again and again as his empty mind focused on nothing but the taste and feel of the killer whale's member going down his throat. Holding the otter's head in both hands, Malort expertly controlled the speed and depth of his thrusts to allow Lin access to just enough air to keep him from breaking out of the trance, and relished every time he felt a hot blast of breath from that broad nose against his wet body.

For several minutes, the only sounds in the room were the humming of the pool's pump system, and the gentle splash of waves produced by the otter's torso moving rhythmically under the orca's guidance, punctuated by the occasional moan, squeak, or slurp that escaped from the two sole occupants. Before long, however, one of them began taking harder and more rapid breaths. The killer whale was getting close, and had to muster all his concentration in order to maintain control over the otter as his orgasm was building. Malort knew he couldn't hold out much longer and couldn't risk his slave to awakening while going down full-force on a complete stranger, but that muzzle was so warm, that throat so tight... He wasn't going to be able to keep it together. Since it was the first time he had used his skills on this particular subject, their effectiveness would only go so far. The otter would need a great deal more conditioning before he could fully accept his new role as the orca's slave without constant bombardment by the correct frequencies.

In desperation, Malort sent several more high-amplitude echoes straight into Lin's cranium, ensuring that the otter's conscious self would remain nullified for several more minutes even without intervention. It wasn't a moment too soon, because immediately after he did so, his body passed the point of no return, and tossing his head back in ecstasy, he hilted his shaft deep down past the otter's lips, and held there for every second of his explosive orgasm. The helpless creature that kneeled between his legs absorbed every blast of hot dolphin semen that erupted from his length. Lin merely stared into space as the thick cum poured past his lips and went straight into his belly, filling him with the warm, sticky seed of the orca. The whale pulled his hips backward, still moaning as he withdrew fully from Lin's mouth; his wet shaft shining in the light as it popped free, only to continue showering that adorable weasel-like face with thick white ropes, making a complete mess of the muzzle that mindlessly gasped for air in between coughs and swallows.

The killer whale was panting heavily as he leaned back against the rim of the pool, his penis slowing drooping back to a flaccid state before gradually disappearing once again into his genital slit. He took a few moments to grin ruthlessly at the mess he'd made of the otter, inside and out, and chuckled as a glob of his seed dripped down from the limp lower lip of the mustelid and fell into the pool to dissolve amidst the chlorinated water. Lin's eyes roved about in his skull, aimlessly following nothing more than the ebb and flow of his empty-headed subconscious.

Malort sighed at the sight with both devilish glee and mild frustration, knowing that unfortunately, this one wasn't supposed to be his. That meddling Rilt with the Corporation had other plans for Linnaeus, and the orca was already severely breaking protocol. Being caught trying to take ownership over a subject, particularly before any of the appropriate documentation had been signed was terms for dismissal, or worse. If he was going to turn this adorable little water weasel into his property, he was going to have to take his time and ensure the subterfuge entered the otter's mind with utmost subtlety over time. Luckily, his particular skills of mental subjugation were well-suited to just that.

For now, however, he had strayed far beyond subtlety. It was time for a tad bit of damage control, and to sow the seeds of a longer-term brainwash into Lin's mind. He lowered himself back into the water to take the nude, cum-soaked otter into his arms and float with him. The empty-headed stare of his prey remained defocused as Malort stared into his swirling eyes. He took a deep breath, and once again began to emit a complex new set of hypersonic frequencies from his melon towards the otter. A certain part of Lin awoke as his brain became partially reactivated from his echolocation-induced stupor, and he let out a low exhausted moan before Malort spoke.

"Now, Mr. Otter, can you hear me?"

A barely-perceptible nod was the only answer. The orca gently cradled the otter in his arms and began a very slow spin in circles, like he was waltzing with a lifeless mannequin.

"Very good. Such a good otter you are.

"Now, this wonderful memory was nothing more than you having a wooonderful swim. Isn't that right?"

Lin's face tilted sideways into a dreamy smile at the sound of the orca's voice which became even more melodic and soothing than ever before.

"Yeees, just a delightful swim alone in the pool. You enjoyed your swim so much that you couldn't help yourself. That's right, you were just enjoying it so, so much, that you decided to swim naked. It felt so good, didn't it? Yeees..."

Malort boldly pressed his belly against Linnaeus while they spun in the perverted dance, deliberately gliding his rubbery skin over the otter's rock-hard penis.

"It felt soo good Lin, that you started to get hard while you were swimming all alone. You felt that flow of water over your shaft tease you so badly, that it was more than you could bear, and you started cumming. Didn't you?"

The otter's face twitched into a grimaced smile, pleasure building inside him and as the acoustic beams massaged his mind into the pure acceptance of the stranger's words, he felt the idea embed itself in his memory firmly. He was swimming alone, and it felt so good... he... he...

"Cum now..." The orca whispered.

Linnaeus opened his mouth, inhaling a loud gasp of air before taking hold of the orca's shoulders and moaning in absolute bliss, his brain forcibly sent over the edge into a fantastic orgasm which Malort gleefully extended through the skillful use of his echolocation-based mind control. The otter's penis began shooting cloud after cloud of semen into the water between their bodies as he ground up against the orca's belly.

"Yeeessss... You came all over yourself like a bad, naughty otter boy who lost his swim trunks in the pool. You came all over yourself so much that you can even taste it in your mouth, can't you? It tastes good, doesn't it? You're going to want to taste it again... and again... and again... aren't you?"

Linnaeus's head tossed to and fro as he squeaked and moaned through the forced climax that rocked his mind and body, his musky seed clouding the pool water around the two swimmers as he gasped for air between delighted squeals before Malort finally relinquished control over his prey, and let go of him to float freely. The buoyant mustelid slowly began to slowly lean back in exhaustion. As his his lower half rose up, his pink member breached the surface and laid one last milky line of jism onto his thick pelt, his scrotum tugged firmly up against his torso as the orgasm drained the last drop from his tired body.

"Every time you swim, Linnaeus, you will become hard. Every time you're in the water swimming, you will want cum inside of you. Just like this time. Just like when you were swimming, alone, tonight."

The otter merely floated as the commands filtered into the recesses of his mind. He was alone...

"Lin, you will go to the Vulcanis Corporation tomorrow. You will go there, and look for Rilt. He will make you will swim fast, faster than you ever have before. You will be fast like Petzl... You will be fast.... like me. Go there in the morning. Your swim here tonight, while you were alone, is the kind of thing you will feel when you let them help you."

The otter's lips pursed, and uttered a barely-coherent responses. "Vul---an----is...T....mor.....ow.."

"Sleep well, Mr. Otter. See you soon."

It was several more minutes before Lin awoke in the quiet solitude of the pool. His head turned to look around in confusion. He'd fallen asleep floating on his back before, but this time the clock was a lot further along than he'd ever let it go. In fact, the pool was opening for general admission in only three hours. As he stood, his nudity hit him like a ton of bricks.

"What the...!"

It was all coming back to him. He'd been swimming laps at high speed all alone, and for whatever reason, it felt so good that he shed his trunks and beat himself off while floating. He cursed himself for being so reckless, but damn if it hadn't been fun. He could even taste cum in his mouth. He must have really shot a powerful load! He looked around him, but couldn't find his speedo anywhere.

Oh man... I hope it didn't get caught in the filter system. At least my name isn't on it...

Lin showered quickly, put his clothes back on, and tugged his bag out of the locker. Just then, the business card the pine marten had given him earlier that day dropped out onto the bench. He picked it up and held it in his webbed fingers, glancing at it before tapping it against his other hand in thought. Pursing his lips, he made his decision and tossed the bag over his shoulder.

Hell with it, I'll check this place out tomorrow.

To Be Continued