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Ricky's mom has fallen on hard times. She has a big house and comfortable job, but paying the bills is getting harder every month and this month, the electric company is threatening to shut her power off! Ricky has been trying to help, but now he's decided to abandon his writing career, quit school, and start working two jobs to help out. Then a miracle falls in his lap, something that sounds too good to be true, but will it be worth it just to make a quick buck?
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I pounded my head on the desk. My account was nearly dry. I had been working all summer, but between gas and helping Mom out at home, my funds had not really had the chance to grow. The plan had been that I would go to school and finish up my creative writing degree. I'd start pumping out the books and Mom and I'd be rolling in the JK Rowling money.
Life, of course, has a way of throwing you curves balls just when you think you've got everything managed enough to start making plans and these plans were not going to pan out.
Mom owned her house. It was bought and paid for. A going away present from Dad after the divorce. She told him she didn't want half of anything he had. Just the house and their son. So, dad took his little nineteen year old mistress and skipped town, leaving me and the house with Mom.
A house this size wasn't cheap to maintain though. It was a nice two-story home behind a wrought iron fence that surrounded the entire lush, green yard. And utilities alone had broken Mom's bank account.
She told me this morning that she'd gotten a letter from the electric company. We were past due on our bills and they would be turning us off Friday.
Today was Thursday.
Slowly, I lifted my head from my desk and brushed my dark mane out of my eyes. My ears laid flat as I brushed the wiry hair back over my equine head then sprang up again. If my mom was going to pay for the utilities in her house, school for me was out of the question. Together, we'd barely be able to break even, but we'd make it.
With a mournful nicker, I reached for the mouse beside my keyboard and opened my computer's web browser. I needed to get my mind off of... all of it. I typed 'swtor.com' in the url bar and rested a finger on the enter key. My heart just wasn't in it. How was I even going to have time for games? I'd have to get another part time job on top of the one I was working.
I deleted the url and tapped my fingers thoughtfully on the keyboard.
'Sexy dolphin teens in skimpy one-piece swimsuits'
Might as well mindlessly feed my addiction to filling my wallpapers folder with random pictures. I've got windows set up to cycle my desktop wallpaper every minute, drawing randomly from the selection in the designated folder. Now, I think I was up to about fifteen gigs. But more is always better, even if I would probably never see ninety-percent of them.
Image search did not disappoint. My fingers mindlessly clicked and saved picture after picture of sexy, sultry, and cute dolphin girls, and a few orcas that some idiots mislabeled. Not that I was complaining. Side boob. Underboob. Fabric stretched tightly over budding boobs.
Then, as usual, I spotted one picture of a large bottlenose with his arms around a much, much younger girl, holding her bare breasts in his palms while she herself cradled her round belly. Beside her, a more mature bottlenose woman knelt in the soft sand, cradling her own round tummy while another younger male cupped her ample breast. The picture, arousing as it was, had the label 'Top 10 most disturbing family photos'.
Most of them were... odd, but none of them were nearly as appealing or arousing as the one in the image search. Fucking click-bait.
Still, it was enough to get my juices flowing. My free hand snaked down past the elastic band of my sweat pants and rubbed at the soft fur of my sheathe stretched around my growing arousal. As the heel of my palm brushed against the head of my dick that had only just began to emerge, my mouse-hand darted over the keyboard. New search time.
From wallpaper saving to porn. Pure, unadulterated porn. Being a twenty-year-old stallion, it took very little to get me going. My fingers flew over the keys, typing in the very thing on my mind: 'pregnant dolphin teen fucked hard'. Because I was barely in the mood for gentle yiffing.
The plethora of links that appeared stunned me for a moment. Not because I was shocked to find so many, but because for a moment, I wasn't sure which one to pick. Finally, I decided to start at the top and work my way down.
The first link showed me a wide range of videos, each with a different dolphin in various stages of fucked by a different cock. Knotted ones. Barbed ones. Ridged ones. I clicked on the thumbnail of a teen with small little boobs and a vent stretched obscenely around a huge Clydesdale's cock. Naturally.
I'm not a vindictive person, but I thought that if my life was getting fucked up, I wanted to watch this dolphin's pussy get fucked up.
The page started to load, then instantly shot away to an ad-page. I rolled my eyes and sighed. My fingers guided the mouse to the 'view video' button then stopped. As the ad loaded, it showed a ferret about my age holding up two handfuls of money and wearing nothing but a huge grin on his muzzle.
"MAKE MONEY MAKING PORN!' the ad said. My brow furrowed and I started rolling my bottom lip between my flat teeth. I wasn't going to make porn. I was far to self-conscious. But I clicked it anyway.
The pop up brought the company's page up with a bright flashing HELP WANTED in the middle of the screen. Under the flashing sign, there was a list of all of the things the company wanted to film and the location of the film crew for that thing beneath it.
Dolphin girls, dolphin girls, dolphin girls... Naturally, Albuquerque didn't have any crews looking for dolphin fuck videos to film. I sighed and rubbed the golden fur over my temples. Fine. Control-F, Albuquerque... One result. Fan-fucking-tastic.
I tapped the down arrow and the page snapped to the one instance of 'Albuquerque' highlighted in orange. 'Get Bred!' the video link said. I clicked it and shook my head. At least I wouldn't have to worry about pulling out.
There was an entire synopsis for what the film crew had in mind. Young male gets to fuck and knock up his girlfriend live for everyone to see! Of course, it wouldn't be filmed live, but...
My heart sank.
The sole requirement was that any applicants be couples. The reason they gave was that they wanted the joy and happiness seen to be genuine.