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"Orca, you are welcome on my island. No, I insist you visit as often as you can. By the way, my name is Ceylon, What's your name?" Yep. I totally said that to the stranger orca who washed up on my personal beach. He shows up, I pretend I'm the dominant type in order to scare him away, and we end up fucking one another. Sometimes, I feel I'm a bit of a slut, and it makes me a little self conscious.

Problem is, I also have an insatiable desire for being stuffed like a turkey on the monthly feast. I feel a bit too promiscuous, but I love every second of it, which is why I took over an entire island and called it my own. I also set up a cheap resort port town for one reason and one reason only: To lure unsuspecting tourists into my lair. If it's not my personal beach, then it's my underground caverns with over a dozen grotto (plural)!

Of course it wasn't often the sea life washed up on the shore, but an orca is a rare pleasure I don't get to see often enough. Something about their build, their bodies, and their sleek skin is irresistible. Honestly, though, it's the cock that gets to me. Sleek like the rest of their bodies, but thick, tapered, and prehensile, perfect for prodding about inside other parts of me.

I have no issues expressing my deviance. From the beginning and as far back as I could remember - even when I was considered some feral beast - I was always fake-mounting people, watching them squirm and joke about how I was 'just like a dog'. I don't look fondly at those days, as I was as intelligent as anyone else was, but I was acting like some beast. Still, it was clear that I've always been a deviant.

Still, life up to the time that the orca swept up on my shore was actually kind of boring. I'm a writer, I have been a writer in one form or another for a vast majority of my life. It doesn't matter what life I am living, what generation I'm in, or what my persona is, I always end up doing writing in some form or another. One of my lives, I was a scribe, recreating holy books and putting my own spin on things to confuse the clergy. Another life I was a prolific horror writer. Another a self-help guru. In this life, I was notorious for my lowbrow, trashy erotic fiction describing just about every sexually deviant thing one could think of. Many of which were things I had personally experienced or had experimented with.

I'm always looking for inspiration to write, and it'd been growing increasingly difficult. I'd already written about so many trashy things in my time and I was running out of ideas, so I had to think of something. One of my favorite and kinkiest things to write about was something I called reverse birthing.

Allow me to explain. Me and my fellow watchers have to maintain the illusion that we're normal people, not ageless beings of immeasurable power. In order to accomplish this, we have to use our transformation abilities to simulate being reborn as a child, only to grow up and then when we 'die', repeat the process. Well, in order for this to be believable, we have to find some prospective mare, hen, bitch, or woman to take us. We find someone who is trying to have a child or otherwise expecting, use what tricks we have to keep them unconscious, then replace the unborn or not-yet-conceived in the womb, consciously growing inside and being born naturally.

It's incredibly difficult, something I'm glad I only have to simulate once every fifty or seventy-five years or so. Still, that gestation period remains one of my favorite times. Months of nothing but being curled up inside a warm, comfy womb with nothing but the sounds of a nearby heartbeat and the occasional gurgling of the belly nearby. Depending on what life I'm adopting and what parents I chose, the gestation can take anything from five to fifteen months.

I write about this. It's a surprisingly popular subject and has been for a few centuries, and I don't plan on stopping, but I have adapted the idea in other forms as well, including egg-related fantasies and even the creation of sentient cum that can be deposited into a womb.

Like I said, I'm incredibly kinky.

Regardless, that orca stirred something up in me that I wasn't sure I was prepared for. After months of creative drought, I fly by to see a literal black spot on my sandy shores, and a certain inspiration clicked. I probably shouldn't have offered my rump to him, but there's something especially alluring about the genitals of marine mammals, both male and female. Females were surprisingly tactile in grip and tug, whereas the males were actually prehensile, acting more like a tentacle that can deposit seed.

So yeah, I see him lounging on my beach and I had to take advantage of that. I sit on his cock, I feel him deposit that fishy seed into me, and we finish it off by shoving his tapered tip down my own (incredibly stretchy) shaft. He finishes up by filling one of by balls, and slowly withdrawing back into his slit. I make my stupid comment, and he acts a little disappointed in me.

To be fair, it's insanely dumb to invite a complete stranger to my island, threaten him, then fuck him and declare him welcome any time.

But after I diffused the situation, I invited him to my home atop the mountain for a tea. I wasn't sure if he was the 'tea' type or if he was just going to ask for heated fish sauce or something, but it ended up working out.

His name was Toumal, and he was a world-weary traveler that had enjoyed a long and prosperous life as a promoter for artists. I had no problems distributing my work, but it was a good cover for one of my latest writing endeavors.

"So what exactly do you do to promote people? What kind of art do you support?" I asked him as we walked up away from the beach to the path that wrapped around the mountain to my home atop it.

He shrugged and looked up at the path we were to follow with a look of unease. "Well, any kind really. Mostly I help writers get their work out to the masses; I own a publishing house In the northern regions. Got a whole company of birds to spread the works I publish and even our own printing press for mass production. And, I'm sorry to sound ungrateful, but I am not really the 'mountain dwelling' type. I'm usually one to stay at home, or otherwise stay near the water. Doesn't need to be the ocean, but I don't see any lakes or rivers meandering down the side of that there mountain. Any chance we can stay near the shore?"

I laughed a bit and shook off my wings, which were covered a bit in sand. It made perfect sense, he was an orca, after all. "Sure, no problem. Just follow me, we can chat atop one of the cliffs a bit to the north. The mist from the waves crashing on the rocks should definitely keep you moist, and there's an opening to a grotto at the base that we can climb into later if you stick around that long."

"I'd like that." He nodded briskly and hopped over a bush towards the cliff.

Once we'd arrived, he sat down with his legs dangling over the cliffside, with me resting on my haunches beside him, gazing over the horizon with twinkles of sunlight reflecting off the waves. It was an oddly serene moment, but part of me still felt immensely awkward, having jumped him with only the faintest provocation. I felt the need to apologize and explain my actions.

"Look, Toumal, sorry about that, earlier. I, uh, Kinda needed a solid fuck, and I could tell you would be into it, so I took advantage of you."

He just shrugged in response. "Why in the world would you apologize for that? If you somehow knew I'd like it, then it was a pleasant surprise! Besides, if I wasn't into it, you wouldn't have gotten anything out of me, other than a tail slap to your beak. I do have to ask, though, how did you know I'd like it? Couldn't have just been my state of arousal."

I shrugged myself. Lots of shrugging, now that I look back at it. I didn't really want to tell him the truth, but I figured he'd probably think I was joking whether I lied or told the truth so I just went ahead and told him what I knew he wouldn't believe. "I'm psychic. I can read people's minds. Started out as a hatchling able to detect people's emotions and desires before they did, and throughout my life I was able to read people more thoroughly. Now, I could likely predict what you'd say next, if I concentrated hard enough."

I expected him to laugh, or pause a moment to absorb that and come up with a witty retort. Instead he smiled enough to show his teeth. "Cool! Never actually met anyone who could do that before. Wasn't sure if it was a myth or not, like Telekinesis."

I cocked my head to the side and raised an ear while lowering the other one. "You actually believe me?"

"Why wouldn't I? There's no way you'd say something like that with such solemnity without cracking up unless it was true. It's a little farfetched, but I've heard crazier things. Once, I met a gal who could control people's thoughts; little canine-avian beastie. She was fun." He smiled again and blew out a long exhalation from the back of his neck; a blowhole.

With that revelation that he was genuinely okay with my forward nature and ability to fuck around with his mind, we sat and chatted for hours. He told me about his businesses that dealt with publishing, giving me more details about what he does and how he does it, while I admitted who I really was and what I could do. Well, I admitted most of it. I told him I was a shapeshifter, and that I could essentially create any fantasy he could fathom. This led to him testing the limits.

"So you're telling me that you could grow your cock to the size of your leg?"

"Bigger, if I wanted. Great for pleasuring dragons."

"And you could turn yourself into a female?"

"I do that regularly. I actually don't have a gender, but I can imitate one or the other."

"And your tail throat thing, where does that go and are you able to hold people inside without hurting them?"

This question was a little bit harder to answer without sounding like a monster. Not a lot of people of any race had a ravenous maw hiding in the floof of their tail (maybe a dozen in total), and even fewer had the means to keep someone alive inside. For most, it was a form of sustenance. For me, it was something I'd created out of boredom after my tenth life. I had to answer as well as I could at that moment. "Well, the honest truth? It leads to my womb, and yes I can keep people inside me and hold them. I usually encapsulate someone in an egg and 'lay' them later when I'm done with them. It's a lot of fun."

Toumal didn't have ears, but if he did they would have perked up the moment I said 'egg'. "You can turn people into eggs?"

"Yeah, it takes a while - usually an overnight session often ending after a weekend or so - but I can do it. I also like creating fleshy tentacles or turning myself into a prehensile gelatinous beast. That's always fun, to play with flesh in such a way. I can also imitate and recreate pheromones to put people into heat, control people's minds, and...well, pretty much anything at all."

He scooted over to me and leaned into me, his wet skin gumming up the feathers on my shoulder. "Tell me more about how you do this. Tell me more about the eggs and the womb. Do you always have a womb, or just when imitating a female?"

I clicked my beak and sighed, not sure if I went too far with my exposition or if it was something I'd have to erase from his memory later. Wait, erase from his mind. If I wanted to, I could wipe his memory of our encounter if need be. Might as well tell him anything at all! "Well, I have a womb no matter what. It's something I've adopted over the years to be a permanent fixture of my form. When I'm in a male form, only my tail leads to it, allowing me to swallow prey and encapsulate them in an egg to deposit at will later. When I'm female, it's my birth canal that does that and my tail gets closed off usually, but I can do it either way. Sometimes I remain female and swallow people through the tail only to lay their resulting egg like a hen, and other times I sit on people and deposit their eggs through the tail into someone else. Lots of options, and I have done them all at one point or another."

As I continued to talk and explain my passions, options, and favorite positions, I felt him leaning heavier and heavier on my shoulder, so I looked over to find the glisten of his hand rubbing between his thighs, fingers slipping into his slit again to coax his member from it. I normally try not to pry into one's thought processes, but even without rerouting his train of thought it was easy to tell from body language that he had a lot of fantasies running through his head. Curious and with a slight desire to tickle those fancies once again after only a few hours since initially meeting, I took in a deep breath and gazed over the horizon while concentrating on his mindscape, trying to read his thoughts.

The evening had passed and the moons were out, so the look of the reflection dancing on the now-calm seas was a serene image that helped clear my mind. An odd train of thought of my own, but I was trying to concentrate on multiple things at once and dig deep into his desires. Once I was sure I found what I was looking for in the cavernous recesses of his shockingly creative mind, I smirked and let out a deep churr before using my tail to press on his back, forcing him off the cliff.

He didn't flail on the way down, but instead kicked off the steep cliff face to dive headfirst into the water in the cove beneath us, causing a minimalist splash. He was clearly an expert swimmer. Luckily, my eyes were very good at seeing beneath the surface of the water even with the glow of the sun hovering over the horizon and most of the sky being dark. I could see he was floating a few meters beneath the surface, waiting for me. I could even see his snaking pink shaft swaying back and forth in the current. I could tell he was staring at the underwater opening to my personal grotto.

Ready to meet up with him, I focused my energy on growth, bulging out muscles and lengthening bones so I was about thrice the size of what I was before. In our first encounter, I was perhaps half his size, now I was notably larger than he, and it was time to steal my inspiration from his deliciously kinky fantasies while living one out.

I hopped off the slick cliff, claws scraping on the rock before diving beak first into the water, parting it with a splash as I spun around in the storm of bubbles, using my wings to angle my form through the rather narrow opening in the rock face that would lead to my grotto. On the way past him, my tail wrapped around his and dragged him rump first in with me, the last tug of his resistance happening the split second before I breached the surface in the cave.

I shook myself free of the water - a simple task since my feathers were naturally hydrophobic - and hopped up onto a relatively dry rock shelf as I saw Toumal's beak breach the surface behind me. I smiled at him and chirped happily, hoping his ear holes were exposed enough to hear me. The reflection of the moon was glowing up from the underside of the cavern and the water, illuminating the cavern from the bottom up. In reality, I'd chosen this location because the rocks were actually lined with green and blue gems that reflected and amplified light, so even in the dead of night with clouds covering the stars and moon, one could still see reasonably well here.

"What was that about?" Toumal sputtered as he climbed out the side of the pool to stand beside me. The sight of me - now thrice my normal size - had him mesmerized enough that he didn't ask any more questions.

Only the tip of his tapered cock was wiggling out of his slit now, as I'd scared him a bit, but I figured once he figured out my game he'd be hard as a rock, spewing thin streams of creamy seed into the grotto's pool. Instead of answering, I lowered my gaze and stepped forward to press my chest against his, trapping him against the wall. My chirping's pitch lowered to more of a guttural growl as I licked my beak. I wanted to be dominant, I wanted to be aggressive, I wanted to scare him a little; even if that wasn't how I usually was, I knew it was what he wanted.

There are definite perks to being able to read someone's mind like a book.

"Now now, gryph, no need to-"

I cut him off mid-sentence and wrapped one of my talons around his thick, muscular neck and threw him into the shallow end of the pool, belly down. Before he could get up to fight back, I pounced on him and held him down with one talon on the back of his head, base of my wrist right at his blowhole. I could feel his breaths tickling my scales as I held him down, each one getting more brisk and ragged as his heartbeat sped up. My other talon reached between his legs and lifted his hind end up in one rough motion, leaving him with chest on the rocks and rump raised so he was on his knees. I bit at his tail and held it up and to the side to give myself access to his slit.

I could hear him gurgling in protest into the water that had smothered most of his head, but I knew he could breathe fine due to his blowhole, so I held him tight. My member stirred up in my loins, poking the tip out of the sheathe to throb and pulsate with each heartbeat as I arched my back and spread my wings for balance on him. One hind leg came up and rest on his rump cheek as I tensed my nethers in such a way that forced my cock out of its confines as though someone had tugged on the sheathe until the knot popped out and the lip of it squeezed around the base.

I let out a violent caw as I tensed the abdominal muscle to raise my cock without touching it, only to rub the already slick tip against the underside of his slit. His flesh was always as slick as my cock was while aroused, so I had no problem pushing myself into him.

There was a muffled grunt from my talon as he protested. I knew he was in a touch of discomfort - my cock was slowly spreading his genital slit and the barbs of my tip were tugging on his flesh from within - but I kept pushing. I didn't do a normal feral beast thrust, but instead applied steady pressure so that the shaft slipped and jerked in deeper with each gentle motion and muscular contraction/release.

I could feel his cock slowly slipping out from its confines alongside my own shaft, the tip snaking out and pulsating with each contraction. As it did so, the slit beside it grew tighter as the thicker parts passed by my own. This was a sort of heaven for me, feeling that powerful muscle slide out past mine and try to curl around and wrap around my knot.

Sadly, it didn't quite have the dexterity to do so, but he tried nonetheless.

In perfect mating position, I opened my beak and let out an aggressive cry, rubbing his chin on the smoothe rock beneath. I could feel my feral side coming out, which was usually signified by my eyes glowing purple (a blend of my natural blue and my feral red). I wanted to let this carnal desire overtake me, leaving only enough lucidity to remind myself to fulfil my final deposit of seed in him.

And by seed I don't mean cum.

As I continued to force myself deeper into him, I could feel the muscles of his inner thighs weaken and the ones at the base of his tail tense up. He was purposely hiking his tail to give me unfettered access to his slit, which I had every intention of taking advantage of.

A few more pushes later, I felt the top lobes of my knot pressing against his cock slit, the entire length of it tensing and squirming beneath the underside of it. My knot was especially sensitive on the underside, so that tickled me in such a way that my cock's barbed tip splayed out and tugged at the absolute depths of his genital slit.

I knew he wouldn't be able to hold what I was planning on depositing in him, so I closed my eyes and wiggled my hips a bit more, inching myself deeper one millimeter at a time into him, focusing my magics on my member to first deposit a few wisps of transformative magic.

He grunted a bit more and moaned, a deep wail coming from his blow hole as he felt my magics doing their work.

Inside, he got a bit stretchier and cavernous right at my tip, the back wall of his now-cavernous genital slit growing and expanding inside to form a makeshift womb. It wasn't much, perhaps the size of an unused uterus, but it was enough to hold his oncoming gift. I pumped one more bit of energy into his depths to transform a ring of flesh into a tight cervix wrapped tightly around my cock tip to further amplify the sensation of my barbs before I decided to finally let loose with my final gift.

I knew he wanted it. He might not have known it, but I knew it.

With one powerful lurch, I arched my back and dug my claws into his head and rump, forcimg my knot into him with an audible pop followed by a splash of his lubricating fluids gushing into the grotto pool's water. I could also hear the skish sound of his cock spraying a stream through the water's surface alongside it. I was honestly surprised that he had erupted so soon, but considering I was deliberately thumbing through his fantasy bucket list in order to properly stimulate him, it didn't really surprise me as much as it could have.

However, the suddenness of it did throw me off my game a bit so I lost my balance, bulging knot tugging at the lips of his slit in an almost painful way before I finally pumped back into him so his slit lips and cock base were both snug around the underside of my knot, kissing at my sheathe opening.

I could feel a deep lurch as the three eggs that were in one of my makeshift glands jerked free of their confines to slip through my ovipositor (cock) tube and through my body. They weren't fully formed just yet so they could squish a bit until they were almost out of me. I Felt all three of them slide through until the first of them pressed against the tight base of my knot. Like an ejaculation, I felt my inner thighs and cock muscles contract and force them forward, the shells rubbing against each other in a deep, powerful grind before popping through the knot to spray into him.

Only the first lurched through my shaft at first, stopping for a moment at the second block that was his cervical ring wrapped tight around the barbed base of my tip. One more orgasmic lurch had the second egg slip past the knot and knock the first one through and into his womb as I reached down with my beak and clamped it around his tail at the base of the fin.

There was a shudder that rocked us both as the second egg slipped partway through the cervix's bottleneck as the final egg slipped through my knot and plowed right through to clack against the first two that were both resting in a pool of my deposited egg-lubricant. My barbs did one final splay outwards before I took in a deep breath and closed my eyes, letting go of his tail as my cock withered and shrunk inside him, knot deflating and barbs retracting into the flesh.

I let go of his head and pulled myself out of him slowly, eventually falling onto my back with my wings spread across the rocks. I was done being the dominant type, so I was focusing what lingering energy I had on morphing my genitals into a different paradigm. I could feel the cock withering as it slipped into its sheathe, my balls get sucked up into my body, and the black lips of my forming genital slit slipping up around between my legs to get closer to my rump. The bulged out and got meatier as the cock inside withered and formed a coin-sized clit at the apex of the lips, the depth of the passage extending and widening itself, eventually meeting up with my womb and forming its own cervix next to the Cervical Esophagus that connected to my tail maw.

Toumal fell to his side and clamped his legs shut as his one hand reached around his rump and rubbed at his slit, more than a little sore. "You could have warned me." he protested, voice getting partially muddled in the water that was around half of him. Now that I was done depositing the seed in him and he'd climaxed, the natural euphoria was slowly waning away and he was coming to realize that, despite how hot it was, he was quite sore. A genital slit of a male orca is NOT designed to be penetrated, but that doesn't stop it from being immensely fun with proper precautions or knowledge (or transformative magics.)

I huffed and puffed a bit, my nethers still tingling despite their change from male to female formation. "I didn't need to warn you, I knew what you wanted. Read your mind just enough to find that little desire in there. Now, I just need to go write a story about it and publish it in the Copper Cocktease series."

He managed to get enough energy to raise his head to me, hand still gently rubbing at his sore and pink-hued slit. "Copper Cocktease? You write for that series?"

I nodded slowly and rolled over onto all fours, shaking off the water and bits of moss that had stuck to my rump end. "Yeah, under the pseudonym....nevermind. You'll know when you see it. Thanks for the inspiration, orca. I've been in a bit of a rut for months now, and I think you've given me the inspiration I need to finally get back to what I wanted to do. And for real this time, you're welcome to come by any time."

He chuckled a bit, trying to get as his feet while stepping gingerly in the shallow water; he was being especially careful to not let his inner thighs rub too close against his slit, which was pink like a lady-phin in season. Wow, I must have been even more rough with him than I thought I was, but clearly he was okay with it.

"I will keep that in mind, and I will keep your stories in mind. Can't wait to read them and sell your work. I'm sure it'll be an honor, the reclusive artist type tends to be the most prolific!" He finally fell on his rump, legs spread and arms laying on the upper layer of the rock shelf as his dorsal fin rest gently in the crook of the stair. He was being careful to not touch himself still.

Man, poor guy, I doubt he'd be willing to bend over for me again, and I knew from reading his mind that females weren't his thing even if I preferred myself as one, at least physically.

It was especially unfortunate that he wouldn't remember any of the experience. I had told him too much about who I was and what I could do to let him leave with that knowledge. Throughout the rest of the night I fought with myself about whether or not he could be trusted, but in the end I decided that even if he could be trusted now, he'd likely let something slip down the line.

We had to protect ourselves. If the general public knew there were immortal beings with immeasurable power around, there would be a global panic.

Once I'd spent enough time with the easily excitable orca Toumal, I led him out to the shallows, used some magic to cure his sore slit while wiping his memory of the past 20 hours, leaving him with a nasty surprise in the form of three eggs resting heavily in his makeshift womb.

That was going to be one hell of a shock when he squatted those out, since he would genuinely have absolutely no idea where they came from.