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Unrealized Possibilities

by Chrysanthos

Travelling all of time and space often involves meeting interesting people. For Chrysanthos, the sole hourglass dolphin in Ab Aeterno, that sometimes means fucking them too. It was always consensual of course and in the rarest of instances they would invite them to travel to someplace, somewhen else, or even all the way to Atlantis. They smiled to themself as their new "love of the moment" though dwarfing the dolphin was not being dwarfed by the sights and sounds of the city.

York, a particularly powerful looking bull orca, had found his way from an early 21st century gym pool five nuts into his latest lay to a place he barely understood. He had wondered how the dolphin made managed to keep going, especially as he was double their height and quadruple their body mass. Normally his partners that size get a third of the way down before deciding to choose life, or they passed out after the first cream pie.

The city was a wonder, trapped outside of any causality, it had grown into a strange mishmash of customs and aesthetics picked from a hundred cultures and almost as many eras. It took him awhile before he realised the only consistent thing was the strange brass-like metal used for anything technological. At least he believed it was technology though it appeared more like magic with everything floating or glowing in odd ways that seemed more stylish than of any practical use.

"Done staring?" The smaller cetacean asked, though their own eyes kept lingering on the orca.

"No. Getting used to this place... still think I'm dreaming or something." York's voice rumbled in his barrel like chest. His eyes finally peeled back from the buildings and people, some of which levitated above. "Do you bring everyone who fucks you here?"

"You're special." Chrysanthos grinned then grabbed the big man's hand to help guide him.

To his credit the orca took everything saw in his stride. It helped that Atlantis played host to a great many other cetaceans, some were even fellow orcas. He actually felt oddly comforted by that, it could sometimes feel like he was the only one for miles where he came from. That was not true of course, but nevertheless that was some kind of familial or tribal sense of belonging here even if it was imagined.

What had followed felt like a daytrip suspended in a dream of half-remembered wonders. There was so much that he was shown and experienced in a relatively short length of time that it left him suspicious of the dolphin’s real goal here. He even got introduced to different clothing styles and almost certainly felt watched as he changed outfits in what he thought was some kind of tailor or fashion store.

York had begun to feel at ease. As with any new and unfamiliar situation, repeated exposure was calming in the longterm. He still towered over most of the people, bar some of the other orcas here, which helped with some assured self-confidence. Having picked up on this change in attitude, the hourglass dolphin decided now was the time to bring their catch back home.

"I have something to show you back at my place. Like you it's special, but I get special dispensation on certain... well you'll see." Chrysanthos smiled once more, the orca not suspecting a thing.

***

Of all the things that York noticed when entering the dolphin's apartment, the ceiling was most obvious to him. Normally he had to duck at least for the doorframes of most places back in his own timeline and place, but here the buildings were spacious and apparently did not restrict to the smaller denizens. To others it would barely be noticed, but to him it felt wonderfully considerate. Maybe there was a way he could even stay longer than a daytrip, then again perhaps he should be paying attention when Chrys began to send instructions to reveal the thing they brought him here for.

"Okay then, what is that?" York took the bait, arms akimbo as he tried to make head or fluke out of the apparatus.

Furniture and personal possessions had been moved aside by presumably some kind of forcefields or magnetic tools built into the walls, floor and ceiling of the apartment. The center of the room cleared to make space for what now occupied it. Strange encircled rings of brass-like metal, inlaid with the same glowing blue gemstones, or whatever they were, that the dolphin's "headband" was made of.

The machinery continued to unfurl, the rings opening at key intervals. An ominous sound started, like a mechanical whine but filtered through something that made it crackle and break into almost dial-up tones. It was loud enough to drown the city sounds outside, but not to overpower their voices.

"It's easier if I just show you. Just stand over there and watch." Chrysanthos' voice was excited, a happy click following the request.

The big guy did as was requested of him, finding a wall that looked sturdy enough to lean back against, arms crossed. He watched with curious green eyes as the hourglass dolphin stripped down in a flash. His eyes wandered over their tight rump and even that prehensile cock that laid soft over the white sack of their loins. It was different from the more equine-flavor of malehood that York possessed and he wondered what it would be like to go prehensile.

They stepped into the center of the strange rings, turned to face the orca and then something flashed over their eyes. Whatever it was the machine responded with the rings changing position, beginning to encircle around the dolphin preventing them from stepping back out. Faster and faster they spun, the motion soon becoming a blur too fast for the orca to track.

Suddenly something altogether unexpected happened. A spark of light, noise and followed by the termination of sensation. The room fell away for a moment as the orca stared at a plain that stretched on for infinity beyond any building or city. Yet the infinite was not a void, it was full of figures, bodies, people most of whom passed a familiarity to Chrysanthos. Each was different in ways ranging from morphology and size to species and even those that did not seem like they matched anything familiar to York at all.

All of this happened in a moment suspended in the infinite before it collapsed back down. The figures converged on the original and then the apartment room and the machine returned to existence along with the wall York forgot he had been leaning back on. Yet as he blinked away the literal and metaphorical shock of what he just witnessed, there was one more surprise to process.

"What... who... huh?" York struggled to find the words for the person standing before him now.

The machine was winding down, the rings locked into place one after the other. Yet it was not the strange technology that demanded an explanation for its very existence. A cetacean, looking very similar to Chrysanthos down to the same white and black hourglass pattern, halcyon eyes and delpinhadae pattern on their dorsal fin stood towering over most things in the room bar York. They had no male genitalia, but instead clearly had all the assets of a female dolphin, or orca, hard to tell with the size and skin pattern. Yet it was their size which was the most impressive difference, maybe as tall as York was, though not as much muscle mass judging by surface definition.

"Howdy York, it's still me. Same Chrys, different version. We call these unrealized possibilities, cool huh?" They had the look of someone waiting for applause.

"That's unbelievable. So it's really you?"

"Yes it's really me. The full explanation is complicated but basically this is one possible version of who I could have been. It's a lot less costly and dangerous than some other ways to change things around too."

Chrysanthos took a step towards him and those steps shook the floor beneath. It was clear to York that they were unused to this size, and mass, letting their feet fall with a clunkier thunk until embarrassed they adjusted to more carefully place their footsteps. He stopped leaning against the wall and strode out to meet them in the middle of the room. York grinned as his eyes kept drifting down to what was in front of him. The dolphin could very obviously feel his gaze upon them but paid it no mind, instead speaking as their eyes met again this time on the same level.

"Want to give it a try? I bet we could find something fun to do after." Chrysanthos made the suggestion with just the right intonation in their voice.

"Sure, I'm game." York folded his arms, the muscles in them bulged like cars trying to find parking as he clearly showed off. "So long as you don't do anything I won't like. Like turn me into minnow or something."

"Don't worry, I'll make you someone you'll like."

***

York stared, dumbstruck really, at the reflected image of himself in the holographic mirror. Part of him with suspicions about the mirror made him look back down at his own, very naked, body then back up. It was him, there was enough that was familiar there. From the green eyes to the angular white stripes across his now narrow shoulders and arms. Apart from the visual difference he knew it was all different from other factors.

The room itself felt larger, the walls were taller and the furniture like less of a nuisance. Even his breathing was different somehow, not exactly easier but it felt more shallow in a way, probably due to just having smaller capacity overall. Even walking, taking a few tentative steps as he spun around to look at the rest of his reflection, was lighter, quicker even. He was maybe a third, or even a fourth of his previous size and mass. A hulking bull of an orca turned into a twink.

“Worked better than even I thought.” Chrys’ words floated on by, a sole point of attention drawing York away from his own reflection.

“It’s really something alright. I umm, woah.” York’s voice was more boyish, less of the rumbling storm that it once was. “Forgot what it was like to look up at someone.”

Something changed in the air as the dolphin-sized orca now looked back, and up, at the orca-sized dolphin. In their current form the hourglass dolphin looked like an orca matriarch, peering down at prey over those massive and probably very buoyant tits. They giggled as their partner stared and something between his legs stirred. He might be shorter than them now, but his male hood did not seem at all diminished as the black equine-like phallus began to lengthen and rise as a third leg.

“Here let me help before you fall over with that thing.” Chrysanthos had a ravenous look in their eyes as they spoke, more communication in their body language than words now.

York felt the big dolphin’s hands hook in under his arms and then his feet left the ground. It would be a lie to say this did not excite him further, he could feel his still engorging length slide across the other cetacean’s stomach and then between their breasts whilst his eyes locked in on theirs. They brought him up to eye level, holding him like a toy almost whilst his bullhood throbbed and drool over that mountainous rack.

"Perhaps in every unrealized possibility you were meant to be packing a cannon." Chrys commented slyly.

Words of praise were rewarded with another excited throb. York tried to get his hands around the dolphin's massive tits, stretched out as if to hold a crate or similar piece of cargo. He squeezed from both sides as he tried to buck and drive his dick in between them. Chrys held him as loosely as possible that allowed him to thrust away, his tail fluke serving as a counterweight to the motion.

With each desperate motion more clear juices from the broad black equine head dribbled and spat out. Soon the flow had become so great that he had lubed up every inch of the dolphin's new feminine endowments. This only made his movement easier as he quickened the pace, an obvious excitement about being able to drive his way into and between someone bigger than he was used to. Yet at the precipice of his completion he felt himself being pushed, or rather held, back and away. A wet sloppy sound followed as his cock swung free and almost slapped across his own face.

"There, there, I don't want you popping off too soon." Chrysanthos teased, though their eyes stayed transfixed on the angry throbbing of the dolphin-sized male's orca-sized cock.

This distracting monster that they intended to feel inside them was as it so happened too distracting. Chrysanthos' grip faltered for a moment and then several things happened at once. First York used all of his strength and wriggled free. He almost leapt forwards, the look of man possessed of a powerful will as his thigh came around straddling the big dolphin's neck. By that same action he managed to actually cram over a foot of throbbing, and by this point vengefully hard, cock into their mouth.

Chrys stumbled, mouth gagged around the dick that was just slammed down it. Unused to the sudden shift in weight they lost their balance and fall backwards. Something smashed beneath them as their ass landed with an almighty crash. Still due to the sheer size of them now whilst it was a shock they had no injury or even bruising from it. They looked back at the orca riding above with some annoyance until he grabbed the back of their smooth head and started to thrust away.

It did not take long for York to come to completion. He was incredibly desperate for the relief of that release. Something about a smaller body with the same impressive genitalia had overwhelmed his senses. For their part Chrys could feel his loins churn and quake poised above their tits. By taking breaths through their blowhole the dolphin could remain safe and conscious even whilst getting skullfucked.

"Right there... just... nnngh!" York grunted as he reached his climax.

*Mother ocean how is he doing this?* Chrysanthos thought to themselves. It started as a bump near the base of that long throbbing shaft buried past their beak. That bump moved forwards, as it went the entire shaft throwing thicker still, pushing their jaw noticeable wider apart. At the far end it emerged as a torrent of eruptive liquid white. Hot, virile orca baby batter spilling deep into the dolphin's now enlarged stomach. He just kept on going, the taste of him began to rise up, the smell of him too with the first dribble of cum that marked the edges of their mouth.

With a self-satisfied sigh the orca flexed his legs and tail, pushing himself back. He slid back down over their breasts and then the baby-like bump of their belly. York looked even smaller now compared to the bloated dolphin he had just filled to bursting. His dick came free, now at least only semi-hard and sticky all over. They looked back at each other, Chrys hands lifted up in mock surrender.

"Okay -hic- okay... you're still in charge."

"Mhmm... now carry me to wherever the bedroom is. I want to enjoy the rest of you somewhere cozy."