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The young Shetland pony sniffed the air. His nostrils flared, sampling the delicious sea breezes coming right off the beach, brine and ozone and the less subtle tang of seaweed. His mane flew as he shook his head from side to side, sweat dripping onto the sand under his hooves, and he stared out to the turquoise blue water with undisguised desire.

His mother had told him, over and over again, never swim at that beach. He had been a good and obedient pony, but dammit, he was a stallion now, no matter what his mother might say. A stallion does what he wants; a stallion chooses his own path.

Even in the face of a stern faced mare with eyes laced with quiet menace.

"Well mother...I think I might be having a swim today...whatcha gonna do about it?"

No ghostly nicker wafted over the beach of course, though a part of him almost expected her hectoring voice to blast out across the ocean.

Mark my words young colt...that beach is not a nice place for a pony!

He couldn't see any signs, no warnings to tell the casual onlooker what the problem might be. Just a perfect golden line of sand, a turquoise blue ocean, and the green mass of Shark Island just off shore.

He let out a long whinny, just because he liked to do that sometimes, enjoying the sounds echoing off the surrounding cliffs and the rocks of Shark Island close by. Then he looked around carefully, to see if anyone was about. There were none in sight though, and his sensitive nostrils picked up only the ocean smells and not the scent of other furs.

Blushing a little, for he was a rather innocent pony in spite of his disobedience, he dropped his khaki shorts and boxers, and flung his t-shirt on top of the pile at his hooves. Naked under the sun, he shook his mane and tail, enjoying the cool sea breeze as it fluttered through his fur and made his skin under the fur goose a little. Then he dropped his head and galloped towards the water.

A great whooping shout went up as his legs hit the water, and he pushed his way through the shore break, taking each wave against his body before trotting forward again and bracing for the next hit. Once through the line of breakers he let himself go, duck diving to the sea bed before coming up with his mane streaming and ears trailing waterfalls, before lying on his back to float, looking up at the perfect sky.

Nothing could be better in this pony's estimation. He allowed the currant to take him, floating easily like a cork, or at least a cork made of pony.

Then he heard a slight noise, like a gurgling splash. The pony turned his head slightly, looking for the source of the noise, but couldn't see it at first. His eyes picked up movement; his ears flattened in alarm and his eyes widened rapidly.

A big grey dorsal fin, slicing through the water and heading right for him.

The pony came out of his initial shock, letting fly with a terrified whinny. He had thought the name Shark Island was just a poetic fiction; he never imagined there were real sharks here. But his eyes told him differently; that dorsal fin looked awfully big, and it was moving awfully fast.

He turned on his front and began to swim as fast as he could. Unfortunately, this particular pony was not much of a swimmer in spite of his longing for the ocean. His short uncoordinated strokes and wild hoof flailing got him heading in the general direction of shore, but not quickly, and it was only then that he realised his second problem. The narrow channel between the island and the mainland had generated a swift current with the tide, and no matter how hard he swum, the pony found himself heading right along the beach towards the rocks. This was not looking good.

"Ahhhhhh!!!!!!"

A presence suddenly made itself felt, a big fast moving presence. Jaws flashed near his head and dived, and he felt a sudden tug on his tail. A pain suddenly shot through him as the creature tugged hard on his precious tail, almost pulling it off at the dock before the end gave way and parted company with his body. He caught a glimpse of a big shark mouth trailing pony tail from its side. The shark gave him a wide hungry grin and raised its hands in triumph.

"Hmmmmm breakfast! I love a good meal of pony in the morning!"

"Nnnnnnoooooo!"

He was beyond terrified now, shaking and unable to move as the predator circled. A big anthro great white, and apparently with a taste for pony.

Hands gripped his hooves, and he felt himself being pulled under. He managed a last whinny before he felt the ocean close over his head, and he swallowed a muzzlefull of seawater. The pony resigned himself to death, hoping his mother wouldn't crow too much about being right after all.

Suddenly, the hands let go, and he found himself floating spluttering and dishevelled to the surface. A figure was beside him, and he flung his hands round his rescuer in desperation, wondering what knight in shining armour had come. He wasn't quite expecting what he found though.

"W...what...why..."

"Easy kid...breathe, cough...let it out...that's it..."

The pony coughed and spluttered while he held onto his rescuer like a life preserver, though his brain was still wary. Eventually he managed to get his breath back enough to gasp a little.

"Why did you save me?"

"Well, I don't think any of us really want to discourage nice ponies like you from swimming. It only takes one bad sea creature and the rest of us get a bad name..."

"But...you're an orca!"

"Well done! What gave it away? The fin? The teeth? The skin? The shit hot swimming technique? By the way pony...you really should get lessons, you are the worst land anthro I've seen, and that's saying something."

"I'm...not...that...bad!...*cough*"

"Fine...you're great pony, Olympic standard."

"I might need some help..."

"Don't worry, just hold on, let me do the work."

The pony gratefully gripped his rescue orca, and let himself float easily behind as the big sea anthro sped through the waves even weighed down by a bedraggled pony. He managed an occasional hoof kick mostly to prove to himself that he wasn't as useless as the orca made out.

Eventually he felt soft sand under his hooves, and pebbles, and he managed to stand upright with the shore close at hand. He trotted forwards until he felt the water leave his body, and fell on the warm sand gasping in relief. He had survived, that was all that mattered. He sensed his rescuer beside him, also sitting on the sand watching him recover. A big hand caressed his mane, and the orca made soothing noises, though the occasional orca click did make him start a little.

Once he had recovered enough to look around though, the pony was in for a slight surprise.

"Hey! Where are we?"

"I had to take you to the island mate. It was closer, and I was worried in this current you might not make it back to the beach. I need to get my strength back and yours if we are to get past the big bastard out there."

"W...what do you mean?"

"Look!"

The pony followed the pointed finger, shading his eyes against the sun to scan the waves. There, shimmering grey against the water, was the big dorsal fin still cruising in a figure of eight pattern off the island, as if waiting for his meal to return. The pony shuddered, remembering those teeth, and the feel of hands drawing him down. He didn't relish that again. He might not have much choice though.

"How long will he wait?"

"Well, sharks are patient pony, so he could be there all day. You might get past him with my help, but otherwise...well, it's pony for supper, isn't it."

He shook a little at that, imagining the bite of shark on his flanks, the bloodthirsty maw as he finished him off. He didn't want to go back in the water ever if he had the choice, but he had to get home. His mother was going to kill him if he wasn't home soon, and she would come looking, and find the pile of clothes on the beach. He would be one seriously grounded pony or worse if he wasn't lucky. Maybe the nice orca would help him out again.

"Ahhh...thanks for rescuing me Mr...ahhh..."

"Call me Morgan."

"Really? Morgan?"

"Yep..why, whats wrong?"

"Nothing...I mean, it's just a fairly normal boring name for an orca isn't it?"

"Oh really? Gee thanks pony, your gratitude is heart-warming. What's your name anyway?"

"Um...Wilfred."

The orca fell about laughing now, as the pony blushed scarlet in shame. His mother had so many things to answer for, and one day he was going to give her a piece of his mind. Just not right now.

"Wilfred! And you talk about my name being funny? Geez, we aren't all called Fishbreath or the stupid stuff you see, we're just anthros like you after all. I'm a mammal too, warm blooded. Very warm...little Willy..."

The pony felt one hand on his body now, and he shuddered a little at the touch but kept still so as not to antagonise his rescuer. The hand rested on his thigh, fingers tickling his fur, then it slowly slipped around inside his thigh and slid upwards, the fingers suddenly touching his bulging scrotum and making him nicker in surprise.

"What!...um....hey!"

The orca grinned, his white sharp teeth flashing in the sun as he took in the sight of the startled pony. They always looked like that, but this one was particularly amusing; his eyes rolled like billiard balls and his ears quivered like ocean grass in an ebb tide. So cute...

"Awww...can't I touch pony? See, very warm blooded, and I like the feel of another warm blooded anthro a lot. I can see you do too. I think we need to free Willy, don't we?"

The orca chuckled softly as the pony looked down to see his own cock poking from it's sheath, the pink and black mottled length swelling under the touch of the orca. One big hand suddenly clamped down on his shaft, stroking the full length as it extended to full size and the flare pulsed with blood. He was stunned, to shocked to react, until the orca's other hand gripped his and pulled it to something even more surprising; a thick erect orca cock. Hs fingers closed automatically on it, barely able to close round the massive girth of the orca's organ, and he shuddered before finally looking down to see the bulky mass pulsing in his grasp, a fat cock head twitching in heat.

"No!"

Willy suddenly recoiled, shuffling backwards on the sand and nickering in distress. This was not right, not right at all. His mother had told him so, when she found him fingering his pony tailhole and jacking off one night recently. She had told him off sternly, shaming the poor startled pony into a promise not to touch himself there again. His mind filled with visions of his best friend, the big shire stallion massively erect and jacking off while he caressed Wilfred's short ponycock. His mother said it was wrong though, and he tried to fight the thoughts even when his balls burned with need. He wasn't about to let some orca awaken that again.

The orca just shook his head sadly at the unnerved pony, and got to his feet, calmly brushing the sand off his muscular grey and white form. Wilfred coudn't help looking him over, from his broad well built body and large tail, to the thick orca meat still hungrily erect and drooling slightly onto the sand. The orca just smiled a little watching him look, shrugged and winked.

"Fine, no problem pony. Take care and have fun, I might see you around then...or maybe not, if the shark gets you."

"What?!"

"Well, you want me to go so I will...just make sure you swim like hell or you look like becoming supper after all."

"Wait, aren't you going to help me across?"

The orca's smile became broader, the teeth shining white and unnerving Willy again. Another predator, he realised. One with pony on the menu?

"Well, that depends pony. On whether you pay the toll..."

"The toll?"

"Yep, the toll. Two escorted crossings, plus one rescue. My rates are very reasonable, I want your body for the next two hours and we're quits."

"My body?!?!"

"Got anything else I might be interested in?"

"Errrrrr..."

"No, didn't think so. Well, it turns out I am interested in this...and I think you are too."

Wilfred felt the hand on his cock again, gently cajoling it into full erection. He stood shaking a little, not totally from fear. The orca smiled reassuringly, though the effect was lost a bit due to the lines of sharp teeth, but he made soft encouraging noises and the pony shut his eyes and pretended it was his friend the shire stallion. That worked a treat; his cock swelled and pulsed, a dribble of precum oozing from the tip.

"Ahhhhhhhh!"

He felt one hand cup his testicles, the big fingers expertly jiggling his pony orbs before squeezing gently, and suddenly his tip felt so good, so warm and wet he had to cry out. He couldn't stop himself looking, and he opened his eyes to see that terrifying predator muzzle slowly engulf his cock, the sharp teeth making an intriguing contrast to the soft pink length of his pony cock as the orca took him effortlessly to the medial in one long plunge.

"Ohhhhhhhh God..."

Morgan loved many things, but the thing he loved most in life was ponycock and here was one perfect example of the type. Thick but not too thick, long but not too long, pulsing and swaying cutely under his touch, and tasting so good. He suctioned up every drop of pony precum with his tongue before wrapping the big muscular orca tongue around Wilfred's tip as he bobbed rapidly on the pony's length. With a little more work, he managed to bury his blunt snout in pony sheath and felt the delightful tickle of pony pubes on his nose. He breathed in deep, savouring the scent of pony in heat; every inch of Wilfred's groin had betrayed him, leaking musk by the bucketful. Morgan chuckled softly, his tongue rubbing the sensitive flare and making Wilfred grunt and shake. This pony was a pushover.

Morgan was hungry for more though, and he wanted his first meal. Carnivore he may be, but he wouldn't be having this pony for dinner. There were other sources of nourishment close at hand though, ones he enjoyed almost as much.

Wilfred squealed loudly as he felt a hand roaming up his crack, the slick smooth fingers feeling odd on his skin, so unlike the rough fingerhoofs of his friend the Shire stallion. These fingers caressed rather than rasped, and as he relaxed he realised they caressed very well, so well his velvet taint crinkled and contracted in pleasure as his tailhole winked an appreciative dance of joy. The orca could feel the pony's crevice working under his touch, and decided to go for broke, pressing two fingers on a tight pony donut and pressing in hard. He was rewarded with another screaming whinny and a spurt of pony pre into his muzzle. He gulped it down greedily and went back for more, beginning to slide up and down Wilfred's shaft with increasing speed, his lips locked on pony shaft, his tongue flicking a broad pony cock tip. As he speared his fingers deep inside the hot clenching tunnel of the young Shetland, he felt the cock in his muzzle begin to quiver in impeding orgasm. He would not have to wait long to feed.

"Ugh...ugh...ugh...OGHODUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Wilfred gave himself to the sensation, telling himself he had no choice so it wasn't his fault. Responding with his whole body, he began to thrust his hips a little into the orca's muzzle, and his hands found Morgan's head and drew him down his shaft, pushing his pubes roughly against an orca snout. He felt blunt fingers squirming in his anus, then the touch of fingertips on his special place. That was too much, and he gave voice to his pleasure as he spurted a thick load of pony cum into the welcoming muzzle engulfing his cock, no longer caring about anything other than the feeling of ball bursting cum.

When he recovered, he looked down to see the orca still grinning, his tongue slowly lapping up some pony seed that escaped his hungry maw, the white fluid glistening on grey skin. Morgan gave his flare a gentle squeeze, making Wilfred gasp and harden again.

"Nice pony. But nice as it was, it's not really what I want most. Now for the rest of your toll."

Wilfred frowned now, not sure of the orca's meaning. He had done what the orca wanted...what could he mean?

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

"There's only one thing I like more than pony cock mate. That's pony tailhole; now get on all fours pony and be quick about it."

Wilfred looked stunned, and a little terrified, his tail flattening in his crevice almost demurely.

"My...my tailhole?"

"Yep. Pony tailhole...hot, tight virgin pony tailhole. You are a virgin aren't you?"

"Y...yes, but..."

"Perfect, now get down here!"

Wilfred let out a loud whinny as he felt strong hands lock on his hooves and pull. The startled pony fell backwards, his impact lessened when he reached out and rolled in midair to fall on his front rather than his back. He lay motionless, on his hands and knees panting while he waited for the orca's next move. When it came, it wasn't what he was expecting.

"Ohh...OHHHHH!"

He felt a hand curling his tail, the remaining short strands wound tight in Morgan's fingers then it pulled up hard, stretching his crevice from the dock to the scrotum. Tense skin quivered, and his balls danced in anticipation, and then he felt a blunt mass at his tailhole. Warm breath flowed over his crevice, flooding his anus, kissing his taint and scrotum, and he moaned in surprised pleasure before a warm wet object wedged in his donut and pressed.

With a yelp he tried to clench but the invader was too persistent, and suddenly his tailhole opened wide and a thick orca tongue wriggled its way inside, spreading his pucker almost painfully and worming in deep, the orca savouring every soft fold of pony ass as he ate out the little virgin ready for the next stage. He had to have this ass, nothing he had ever encountered had ever felt this hot or tight. His hands caressed the rapidly relaxing pony, one jacking his cock, the other hefting his swaying balls and squeezing gently on each new tongue thrust. The shy demure pony had gone, replaced by a wanton slut pony, as Wilfred pushed his ass back greedily on the invading orca tongue wanting more, deeper, harder and begging for it in the cutest whispering pony voice. Morgan chuckled under his breath, liking his catch even more. This one would feel so good.

It was one thing to be eaten out and masturbated into a frenzy; it was another to contemplate ten inches of beer can thick blunt orca cock stuffing your tailhole though. As Wilfred felt a sudden emptiness in his ass and the cooling breeze caressing his taint, he knew what was coming and became suddenly cautious again. He turned his head and eyed up the orca, now jacking his cock obscenely drawing thick rivulets of precum to coat the already angry dark head in preparation for plundering virgin pony ass. His eyes went wide, and he managed a soft whimper before turning away to rest his head on his hands in anticipation. A last minute soft plea came forth, so cute Morgan almost had to give him a hug.

"Please...please...gentle..."

"Awwww....dont worry pony. I'm not going to rush this, trust me. We've got almost two hours still to go."

The pony clenched his eyes and waited, feeling the hot tip resting against his pucker. He tensed, imagining the pain of entry, his muscles bunched to take the strain, but nothing happened. Maybe the orca had taken pity? He gave a soft sigh, relaxing momentarily.

That was what the orca had been waiting for. As the incredibly tight pucker relaxed, he pressed hard, watching it open as the pony suddenly gasped in shock, his tailhole spread terribly wide, a thick bulging orca cockhead lodged in his entry and slowly sliding back and forth as Morgan rocked his hips enjoying this first feel of pony ass. It was even better than expected.

Wilfred tried to escape the invader, his hips pushing forward instinctively, but the orca pulled back hard on his tail, pulling the pony back with a cry and thrusting the first couple of inches of cock into his tailhole. A long shuddering sigh greeted the feeling of cock spreading virgin tunnel, and Wilfred went slack, his ass trying to accommodate the feeling of fullness.

"Shh....just relax pony and let me do the work. I'll take it slow."

And slow he did take it, inching inside the hot depths of the little pony one fraction at a time while the equine shuddered and nickered and panted with each new thrust. Eventually he relaxed though, as the expected pain proved less than feared, and the fullness gave way to a burning itching heat deep in his bowels, one that made his cock suddenly stiffen again and slap against his belly. One more nudge made it even better, as the blunt head kissed his prostate, drawing an excited cry of pleasure from the virgin pony.

"Like that don't you mate."

"Uh...."

"I said, like that *don't* you"

"Ahhhhh!"

Morgan used his hips now, slapping the quivering pony nut with his tip, accentuating his hold over the little equine. Wilfred cried out again as he prostate was prodded hard, and his cries turned into a long undulating moan as the orca gave his prostate a workout, ramming against it on each thrust, pulling back to leave just the head buried in his opening then slamming in again to redouble the assault on Wilfred's ponynut. Soon the virgin was pushing back hard, just as he had when he first felt the silken caress of tongue deep in his ass, impaling himself on the orca and searching for the elusive orgasm his balls craved with a heat like the sun.

Morgan just smiled, sharp orca teeth bared in pleasure, feeling the pony open up and take his cock like a good needy slut, a hot glove of pony ass gripping his length like a vise. The heat built, and the pony's nickers and cries got louder, and the orca used his hands to grip onto Wilfred tight and slam home with fast pistoning thrusts that left the pony only able to grunt and shake.

Then Wilfred lost it. His cock had been straining, swaying and slapping against his belly as the fuck continued and became a wild hard ride no virgin could take easily. His body didn't care, only feeling the burning need, and it built and built as he pushed back to take the orca deeper. His cock gave one last wild jerk and suddenly pony seed splattered everywhere, one long rope of cum spraying forth to coat his chest and drip to the sand, then another that reached his muzzle, and then more and more than coated the beach in pony release as the orca laughed and groaned and slapped his ass.

As Wilfred calmed down, his whole body on fire, cock still hard and falling to the hot sand to drop into a puddle of pony drool, he felt the orca buried to the hilt inside him, a pair of heavy balls kissing his taint. He wriggled his ass, enjoying the feel, before he realised with a sudden shock that there was no corresponding feeling of warmth spreading in his ass. He looked back now, wondering what the orca was playing at, to see that grin again, the sharp teeth and crooked smile making him feel hot and worried at the same time.

"I said two hours pony...not two cums."

The orca suddenly gripped his hooves, rolling the shocked pony onto his back, and raising his delicate legs over his shoulders. Wilfred suddenly found himself bent almost double, his ass spread wide and vulnerable, and a hard pulsing orca cock still nuzzled against his opening. Morgan bent over him, reaching down to bring his muzzle to the pony's own, eyes locked.

"Ever kissed an orca pony?"

"N....no..."

"Well, this is your lucky day"

Morgan licked, tasting pony seed on Wilfred's lips, and the pony opened his muzzle in a soft sigh, one that cut off quickly as he found his muzzle suddenly filled with orca tongue. Morgan gripped him tight and kissed, a long muzzlefucking that left the pony breathless and tasting orca and his own cum deep in his throat. The orca broke the kiss for a moment, staring down at the panting pony.

"See...not a hint of fishbreath...though you taste of apples, I'd have to admit."

Wilfred blushed then, his secret addiction suddenly in the open. The orca laughed, ruffling his mane.

"Gee you're cute pony, especially when you look embarrassed like that. There's only one look cuter."

"What?" said the distracted pony, not noticing the pressure building against his tailhole.

"This" said the grinning orca, as he slammed home into Wilfred's tunnel, burying to the hilt in one thrust that plowed the virgin pony even deeper than before. As Wilfred cried out, he felt orca muzzle return in a soothing kiss, and the fuck began again while he held on tight and whimpered into the kiss. He was pushing back against Morgan's thrusts soon enough, craving those deep punishing hits to his prostate, and the feeling of being totally filled and taken. His mother would never approve, but at the moment he didn't care. He was only glad she couldn't see him.

Two hours later, one very shaky pony stepped on the beach again, his coat streaming with water, and his wide open anus streaming with orca cum. He faced the orca, still standing in the shallows, and gave him an embarrassed kiss as Morgan returned the gesture, reaching out for one last stroke of pony cock and a slap on Wilfred's invitingly plump ass. He then turned and headed back to the ocean as the no longer virgin pony trotted towards his clothing pile. Wilfred wondered how to explain his prolonged absence to his mother, but that was nothing compared to the turmoil in his mind. He knew he shouldn't, but he wanted to return, and soon, and be rescued again. The thought of the shark filled him with terror however, and he shook his head mournfully.

Still, a certain shire stallion might find his new skills and awareness enjoyable. Almost as enjoyable as he would find a thick stallion cock, no longer quite so afraid.

The orca watched him dress and trot away, feeling a little tinge of regret. He wondered if the little pony would be back, but for the moment he had other priorities than mooning over cute equines. Letting his tail propel him with easy grace, he headed back to the island and the figure waiting just near the beach, resentment in every line of his body. He would need to do some stroking of his own.

The shark gave a perfunctory wave, then sat staring out to sea, his expression brooding.

"So, how was pony boy?"

"Awesome, you never felt such a tight hot hole as....actually, not great, really a bit disappointing overall and..."

"Yeah yeah, stop lying, he looked like a hot number and probably felt even better."

"Look, we agreed Dwayne, and it's working."

"I know, but, why can't you do the scaring and I do the saving and fucking for once?"

"Um, we discussed this Dwayne, furs like that pony don't feel quite the same fear for an orca as they do for a shark."

"But orcas are scary too."

"Well, if you're a penguin...or a seal, maybe, but..."

"I still don't think it's fair."

"Fine. How about, you do the scaring on days ending in 'y' and I do it the rest of the time?"

"Cool! Sounds good to me!"

Morgan smiled and shook his head. God, Dwayne was thick as a blue whale. Thank God he had two cocks and could fuck like a champion.

"Love you sharky."

"Fuck off penguin breath."

Morgan smiled a genuine smile as he settled on the beach next to his shark lover and scanned the ocean. Back to normal.

Now, what would be their next catch to 'pay the toll', he wondered. And if a part of him secretly hoped it was that pony again, that was only to be expected.