Ice Cream Misadventures

I wanted to try an exotic species, and orca seems like a good match for otters. So, here's some more hardcore yiffin'. I think I'll try some romance next time. ~ Cinos

Tan had been ogling a certain orca for several hours now, ever since he first spotted his black-and-white well-toned body splashing about in the waters. His head felt like it was overheating, not only due to the scorching sun mercilessly shining down on the beach, but also because he was desperately trying to figure out a way to get himself noticed. He was an otter, and they weren't exactly uncommon on any given shoreline, so he had to do something different.

It was half desperation and half attraction, really - for one thing he hadn't gotten laid in several weeks, and his cock liked to remind him of the fact by stiffening up at the most inopportune of moments. The other thing was simply because he hadn't seen something as attractive as the cheery killer whale for few weeks more. Currently he was neck-deep in the water to hide that arousal, while eyeing the comparatively bulky orca who was lying a bit further away, soaking up the warming rays of the sun. His body glistened with sun lotion and, Tan imagined, pure liquid sexiness.

The big guy's crotch was rather, ahem, pronounced too, and Tan couldn't tell if he was just erect from whatever watery daydreams he was having, or if he simply was that big. Either way was okay by him, as long as he got a piece of whatever those trunks were hiding. He just had to work out a plan. Once his erection had given up for the moment, that is - he dove into the water to help that happen, deeper and deeper to cool himself down.

He kept swallowing to even out the pressure and pressed on to reach the bottom, where the water would be coldest. There were quite a few beautiful and colourful fish down there, and Tan happily let them distract him. Some were red like strawberries, other orange like, well, oranges, and the ocean floor was littered with cream-colored seashells. He watched their scales reflect the sunlight, and then it struck him. Ice cream. The cold and the colours made him think of it randomly, and while slinking around like a fur-clad torpedo underwater, he expanded on the idea.

'What better way to melt the ice on a hot summer's day than ice?' he reasoned, setting for the surface because he kept chuckling at the silliness of the concept and was losing air too quickly to stay submerged much longer. He breached the water a little too fast in his eagerness, and even though he managed to make it to the beach again, he felt a little dizzy. Still, his cock had retreated back to its sheath, probably in order to warm itself up before continuing to bug him, and he had to act while he could do so without embarrassment.

Tan wobbled over to the nearest ice cream stand, having to use his tail to keep upright. He ordered something chocolate, roughly matching the colour of his coat, and another cone of vanilla and liquorice for his target, never wanting to miss a chance for some silly fun like that. Not like he knew what the orca's tastes were like, anyway, so it should work. At least he hoped so.

With both cones in his paws he swallowed hard, tried to focus his pressure-clouded mind, and started making his way across the hot sand. As he got closer, he saw the relaxed whale had turned over, now on his stomach. Did orcas even tan? Heck if he knew, maybe he just enjoyed the heat. Regardless-

He stepped onto a stray volleyball and noticed the sky was actually clouding up on his 45-degree flip backwards. That couldn't be a good sign, he thought.

The ground struck him much like his idea had earlier, except with more pain involved, and definitely more sand that he'd have to groom out over several days. He heard the thump he himself made, then a softer whump he figured was his cone - easy come, easy go. The third sound was, however, more of a foreboding splat. Another bad sign.

Without bothering to check himself for damage (the sand was soft and as a surfer, he was used to the occasional blows) he sprung up. The shaken otter found himself staring right at the orca, who in turn was looking back at him with an expression of both amusement and concern. He also had half-melted ice cream splattered all over his back. For some reason, this struck a chord with Tan, and while his mind worked to come up with an excuse, his lower body had a different idea. Not now, not now, not now, he mentally admonished himself, opening his mouth and raising his paw to make some kind of gesture of apology.

"Um, hey, you," he began, pausing for a second between each word. This wasn't exactly going according to plan. "I, I thought you'd like some..." he fell silent and pointed at the black and white goop. "...and then I..." he pointed at the ball which had rolled a bit further away, on its merry course undoubtedly smug over its accomplishment.

The orca kept looking at him as he feebly tried to explain the situation. For a moment, the otter thought he was going to get eaten or beat up, but then the muscular whale broke the silence by bursting out into roaring laughter at the bewildered otter. He laughed until he couldn't breathe, took a deep breath, and then continued. Tan, in turn, kept staring. He realized he was fully erect again, which made the whole scene even more awkward, and he blushed like a sunstroke victim where he stood.

"Well, this won't do." the orca finally spoke, still shaking as he stood up, suppressing laughter. "While I appreciate the gesture, this is a bit less than optimal." he continued. "Care to help me wash it off? Once we're done, maybe we can retry the whole thing," he offered.

Tan nodded instantly. "S-sure, uh, in the showers?" he stammered, making a vague gesture towards the dressing rooms, which he knew from experience had stalls for showering, for those few who wanted to get washed after romping around the salty water.

"I like your thinking. Lead on, " replied the orca. At least he didn't notice the stiffer part of me, Tan figured, feeling a little more relaxed. He began to make his way to the small building with wobbly steps.

"Are you sure you don't need help?" the orca offered, some hint of actual concern in his deep voice. "No, no, I'm fine. Just a little shaken, the sand isn't as soft as you'd think, not at the speed of a falling otter, " he improvised, drawing a little chuckle from the whale, who theatrically rubbed his back. "Neither is ice cream, I think it must've reached terminal velocity from the height it fell from. That was some impressive fall," was the reply. The otter blushed again, but the orca put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry, I'm joking."

"I'm not sure how clean these are..." Tan began as the reached the dressing rooms. "...they're hardly ever used."

"I don't mind. We can always take a swim or two afterwards," commented his temporary companion. "Let's head in and look around."

So they did - otter first and orca in tow. The smell inside was a little damp, but not filthy, and he found himself feeling rather revitalized by the refuge from the constant sunlight. The orca let out a pleasured sigh and Tan figured he felt the same way. What the otter had been right about was the lack of use, however. At least now they had some privacy.

Tan heard a rustling sound and turned around, only see the suddenly a lot more menacing killer whale pulling off the loose trunks he had kept on until then. The reason he was menacing wasn't his demeanour, or the still-amused expression, but the sheer size of what Tan watched flop out as the pants came off. The orca's cock was almost the thickness of the otter's forearm - almost. It certainly looked that way.

It was also not limp. Not fully hard, but it certainly looked like it could be, within a moment's notice. Tan was torn between a myriad of feelings, including blushing, running away, getting on his knees to slavish that thing with his attention, and last, but not least, trying to look neutral so he didn't cause further embarrassment to himself by trying to seduce a possibly straight guy. He couldn't quite tear his eyes away from the magnificent maleness, however, until he bit his own tongue to force himself, a split second before the orca stood up fully again.

"Well? What are you waiting for?" he smirked. "You said you'd help me clean up, didn't you?"

Since the otter still didn't react, the orca decided he needed a less subtle hint. "I mean this, " he explained, grabbing that luscious maleness. "It's what you want, isn't it, you needy slut?" he went on, giving himself a couple of firm pumps. "As if I didn't notice you watching me with that obvious hard-on." Mesmerized, Tan watched the already huge cock swell even bigger. He couldn't move as much as a finger until the larger male put his hand on his furry little head, urging him down. That's all it took for him to sink to his knees, suddenly, supple as butter.

With the orca giving a low, throaty growl of appreciation, Tan wrapped both of his paws around the relatively monstrous cock, pumping the lovely length with both arms, absolutely hypnotized by the way it twitched, how strong, firm but still soft it felt, and the thick veins jutting out as he ran his fingers over them with endless fascination. He was so hard he was afraid his cock would burst right through his shorts, but he didn't want to interrupt the moment by pulling them down - so he kept at it while the orca caressed his head, rubbed behind his ears, and pulled his muzzle closer to his musky crotch.

Tan didn't need any further encouragement, and eagerly took the precum-slickened head into his muzzle, forming a tight seal with his lips and taking in as much of the orca's arousal as he could. The cock slid across his tongue and bumped against his throat about halfway - while Tan was just going to start bobbing his head on the hardness, the whale had other ideas. He gripped the otter's head with both hands and shoved his hips in hard, forcing his thick cock all the way in and down the otter's poor throat.

Tan's eyes bulged and teared up as he fought his gag reflex, paws on the orca's thighs trying to pull off, but the orca was too strong for him. After a few seconds he let go willingly and let the otter breathe - his cock coming out totally covered in saliva, with a lewd squelch. Tan held his neck in pain for a moment, but with the huge cock bobbing in the cool air in front of him so tantalizingly, he swallowed his protests along with a healthy load of precum, and opened his mouth again to let the larger male use him.

With a chuckle and a quiet "Good boy," he didn't waste any time grabbing the otter's head and sinking his cock into his throat again, now making slow and deliberate thrusts into that lust-paralysed muzzle, tilting his head back every time he slid down that wet, warm neck.

Since his hands were free, the otter took the chance to pull down the waistband of his shorts and started rubbing what he could reach, realizing that his cock was soaking wet with copious amounts of precum from the orca's actions. It made pawing easy, and he was quickly moaning whenever he wasn't catching his breath or lathering the member in his mouth with his tongue. The otter, naturally flexible, became accustomed to the throatfucking performed surprisingly quickly, letting his maw and throat relax - though he'd be sore tomorrow for sure. Then again, he hoped another kind of soreness would help take his mind off the other.

He wasn't about to be disappointed. The orca gave a final thrust, grinding his crotch against the otter's nose, and then pulled out. Without much effort he lifted the small, dazed mustelid onto his lap, with the otter facing away and his nicely rounded butt easily accessible for what was to come. "This might sting a bit..." the well-formed kill whale grunted, poking under the otter's thick tail with his red-hot girth, smearing both saliva and his clear, slick precum well onto it. Every nudge was more insistent on splitting the ruddertail's hole wide open, and both parties' breathing was becoming rather heavy and laboured in the heat of the moment and physical exertion.

Tan subconsciously noted he was, again, happy to be out of the sun considering how hot he was feeling even without it, and then continued rubbing his length, hoping the pleasure would distract him from the pain that thing would initially cause when it stretched him open.

Then, with a rather dominant growl, the orca pushed the otter down while lifting his own body to push harder, and slipped inside. "Rrf, you'll make a good cockwarmer," he grunted as his maleness lodged itself into Tan's submissive body. The sensation was overwhelming for the little guy, both pain from his inner muscles futilely trying to relax around the invading breeding tool, and at the same time the pleasure it gave him, making him feel so full he could only make pathetic little gasps for air, unable to even moan. This didn't deter his dominator in the slightest, and he seemed to get even more excited by how his cock knocked the otter's breath out.

But Tan let him keep doing it, let him keep pushing that breeding pole deeper into his body. He was committed to not letting someone this well endowed down, and besides, his head was too clouded with pleasure to think of anything but pleasing the magnificent male. Even if it meant roughly being used as a fucktoy, he didn't ever want the orca's cock to leave him.

How'd he end up in this situation, again? "This isn't what I wanted..." Tan thought, in some deep recess of his mind. "Oh, hold on a minute, this is exactly what I wanted." he answered himself. His cock certainly agreed - he was twitching with every thrust the orca made, and by the amount of slippery precum lubricating his cock, it didn't just agree - it insisted that he kept doing just this.

The otter started moving his slinky body, slowly but surely inching himself up and down. The pain was starting to fade away, replaced by an urgent need to blow his load. He felt as if the slightest touch on himself would bring him over the edge; as if the massive cock inside him was physically attempting to squeeze all the cum out of him.

"Really getting into it, are we?" the whale smirked, ceasing his thrusts, leaving the otter to ride his maleness. Tan blushed rather brightly, but he couldn't bring himself to stop, instead moving his body faster, almost like a snake, swaying his rump from side to side and letting his tail gently thump the white belly of his partner. He needed to feel the orca's seed inside him, as if it was the only thing that could soothe his fiery arousal.

His climax wasn't far off either - the otter could see the orca's swollen balls tightening underneath him. While not interrupting his rhythm, the otter leaned down to caress them, running his webbed fingers gently over his sack. That got him going, like some jolt of electricity waking the orca up from his pleasured daze, and he pulled the otter upright, gripping his waist tightly and began thrusting in and out at a dizzying speed.

The rapid bumping of the engorged cock against his prostate set the otter off too. With a near-breathless yelp he came, possibly harder than he ever had before. Tan's already tight hole clenching hard around his shaft was too much for the orca to handle, and he shuddered, burying himself into the otter all the way, hilting himself as deep as his length would allow. Tan felt that wet warmth spreading inside of him, sighing as he kept rubbing himself with his semen-covered paws, oozing more and more onto the whale's legs. He felt utterly satisfied and exhausted with the orca's sticky, thick seed inside him, and more so as that shaft jerked inside him, letting him know there was more to come. Tan let him finish, savouring his insemination.

They both collapsed down, otter on top of whale, those previously tense muscles of both totally relaxed, just like after a long, careful massage. Neither cared enough to notice they were even dirtier than before they started.

"I could really go for some ice cream now..." the orca panted, wiping the sweat off his forehead. Their frantic mating hadn't done much to cool either one down.

"Me too," replied Tan. "but only if the dessert is the same."