Gone Yiffin'
After busying himself with a full day at work, Toumal decided that a few hours spent fishing would be good to wash away all of his frustrations and disgruntled thoughts. On the way to the harbor to collect a boat, he picked up his friend Mackerel (Mackie for short), as the bottle-nosed dolphin could be counted on to go fishing at almost any given moment.
Several hours and idle conversation passed the time well. They were seated in their capsized boat and looking at the world below-or rather, above. Special hoses were cast over the edge of the boat with special floaters attached to the end. Every so often--perhaps once an hour--they took in a few gulps of air and went back to their business; threading stainless steel poles with line strong enough to reel in an elephant.
Toumal smiled as he tied his bait onto the end of the string and attached an innocuous gray rock to the end as a weight. Hauling back his strong sleek rubbery arms, he cast the bait into the surface of the water and watched between the shimmering waves as it flew in an arc through the air above and landed far on the shoreline of the beach before he waited patiently with the rod in both tight-gripped hands.
Mackie prepared his line with a thicker piece of bait and cast his line with a bit more finesse as the heavy sinker (rock) spun his reeled twine with a long pained screech as the spool spun. Then his too, was sitting lazily on the beach as he casually looked over at his muscled friend with the masked face and gave an affectionate little squeak; his belly growing red in anticipation as his navel slit began to separate.
Mark casually walked along the beach without a worry beyond showing off his thin sinewy sleek body to any interested. It was good sport to come to the nude zone of this beach and tempt someone--anyone--to a casual fuck in the ocean; after all, there was something delicious that appealed to many of his admirers for an otter romp in the water as he wrapped around them with slick flexible limbs and filled either of their rear holes with his cock.
He wasn't picky about gender; he just wanted a tight hot burrow to ram his eel into. The rest of the furs tanning and idly making noise in volleyball and Frisbee games were distracting, but he managed to tune them out with only the waves coming through his ears.
In fact, with every crunch of cold wet sand under his paws, he didn't even notice the voice of a certain tasty stud until he found himself being lightly shaken with a red furred hand.
"Howzit?" He asked, finally noticing the reddish stud even as the muscled young fox boy wagged his tail excitedly and panted.
Mark caught a deep penetrating glare with the other male and undeniable passion ignited between them--hasty short-lived lust that only demanded a quick yiff. He savored thoughts of wading into the cool salty water and sinking his warm cock into a tailhole as easily as if he were fucking a lump of melting butter.
"Wanna hit the surf?" The fox asked, wagging and sliding that silky tail all over those tasty upraised rumpcheeks--an ass that begged for some malicious groping under the waves.
Mark nodded his head as he casually dropped his stuff, sauntering haughtily over to the water with the horny and clearly young pup of a fox. Barely old to have a vodka, he seemed; but certainly old enough to take a savage thick otter-pop.
On the way to the edge of the licking waves, he saw two strange objects. Thinking nothing of them, he grabbed one and saw that it had gotten tangled up in some fishing line and was stuck to a rock. Mark found he could tear the rock off quite easily, but a longer bit of string--one leading into a deeper portion of the water--was unbreakable. Even biting all over it with teeth capable of crunching through clam shells (with the aid of a rock, of course), he found himself unable to break it so he simply carried it out in the water with him.
As the fox began to seductively wade in the animated green water; his long luscious legs being engulfed up to his...Mark smiled wryly; realizing that the toy looked exactly like the fox's canid cock, and it was made of soft pliable black rubber.
After a few more seconds of examination as he waited for the fox boy to doggie paddle his way forward up to his scruffy panting neck, Mark finally stopped paying it any attention and began to work it slowly into his tailhole--giving a soft yelp of pain as the rubberized knot popped into his ass and seemed somewhat stuck inside him.
He licked his lips as he saw that cunning red face and lovely black lips come toward him, dreaming about that muzzle around his worm...
Mackie grinned in such delight, nudging his large friend as he saw the steel pole begin to bend with certain activity.
"You got something there. Try reeling it in." The dolphin squeaked out, quickly handing the orca a little remote control marked C.C.
Toumal took the plastic coated thing and counted to ten before his webbed finger hovered over for a second and pressed the button down. Then he waited a few more seconds and as he felt insistent jerks on his pole, he pulled and reeled with firm experienced arms.
Mark had been thoroughly enjoying his new fox toy, but no sooner did they begin to swim for the beach, he felt as his ass exploded with a monstrous amount of pain as the rubber toy thing in his rear popped like an airbag and filled him so much, that the overblown cock dildo had become irremovable.
The otter only had a minute or so to process what had happened before he suddenly felt something powerful pulling on the thing in his ass, and thus, dragging him down with it.
In a panic, he swam against it and churned up the water practically in a manner announcing drowning as life guards took note of his peril and rushed for him immediately-
Until a giant black shark fin popped out of the water, and as he saw everyone on the beach panic and scream, the life guards stop in their tracks uncertainly, and his fox mate rush for the sand in a hasty flurry of strokes-
Mark was being pulled ever slowly and surely toward that giant shark. The new fear of being eaten imbued fresh energy into his body as he swam to the best of his ability against the tug of the toy inside him.
-but-
-It was no good-
After a few more wild splashes, his head sunk under the water as he thrashed against some strong toothless mouth or tentacles and found himself-
"There's a good one!" Mackie squeaked out with a laugh, holding tightly to the thrashing little furred animal at the end of Toumal's line.
The orca beamed proudly with his prize catch even as his dolphin friend struggled to hold the flopping crazy otter still.
After a moment of incessant fighting, the otter flopped on the floor of the boat in tired surrender, air bubbles gushing from his lips at an alarming rate. Mackie took the special cuff that had been anchored to the boat and fastened it around one of the otter's feet before taking a long air hose and muzzling it securely to the tired creatures' face.
Toumal grinned as he pulled out his camera, handing it to Mackie before he grabbed the otter by his elastic neck fur and held him up for a photo. "Make sure you get my good side." He teased, groping the furred males' fine ass as a small flash bathed them both in silver.
When the otter had calmed down from his panic and near drowning, Mackie uninflated the bait and pulled it gently from the stud's tight little ass. "Mmmm. So, who get's the honor?" The dolphin chirps excitedly; his pink spear of a cock as hard as driftwood and ready to jab into the otter at a moments' notice.
Toumal laughed, shocked at his friends' rudeness. "It's my catch! You can either catch your own, or take a turn with this one after I'm done with him."
Mackie snickered, shrugging in good humor as he wagged his tail fluke and bent over the cooler to pull out a white jar. He unscrewed the cap and pulled out a viscous gob of lubricant made out of jelly excreted by hagfish; one of the few lubes that stayed slick even underwater.
The otter shuddered as the cold greasy gel was mashed against his toy-abused tailring and worked into his anal flesh with one thick rubbery dolphin finger.
A giant orca member burst out into sight like an obscene pink battering ram; the tip more than ready to release into his fine furred catch as his lithe skinny dolphin friend watched.
His bottle-nose friend worked a long thin member with webbed slick fingers as he watched the orca at play like some exhibitionist show. Toumal crammed his snout into the warm slick male ass for a moment--savoring the feel of it on his face. Shuddering with obvious lust, he grabbed the long whip of a tail and pulled it out of the way to expose the delicious pulsating 'sea star' all dripping with hagfish gunk.
The position of the leg cuff and the short hose of the face mask forced the otter to assume an 'on all fours' breeding stance for easy use of his whale tool. Toumal had fished like this many times, so he had developed an appreciation for patience and gentleness in this triumphant new sport.
He easily prodded his pointed member between those soft warm cheeks with slow pokes and a series of working strokes into the surrendering anal flesh. The orca would remember later, how remarkably tight yet pliable this particular hole was as his cock worked steadily in its yielding firm folds like a hot drill of flesh.
The otter moaned into his oxygen mask as the orca cock stuffed him full and shoved the weird hagfish goo even deeper into his mammal depths with mechanical sliding ease.
Mackie stroked his pointed pink member to a red hot climax like a fiery burning poker as he reached an idle set of webbed fingers along the belly of the otter and began to tug and tickle lightly on the member of Toumal's catch with a dolphine mischief that the strange brown aquatic mammal clearly enjoyed.
Toumal watched in surprise as the water nearby clouded with a white murky froth of dolphin and otter cum even as he struggled to keep the awkward scene out of his mind with persistent rams of pleasure even as he wrapped his fluked tail under himself and between the otter's legs to lock himself securely to his prize; a measure of security that would allow him to continue smashing carelessly in the jelly stained rump swallowing his marine cock with long sensuous anal caresses.
Despite patience and experience, the whale found himself unable to hold back his climax with any measure of finesse as the slutty ass on his member knew all the right ways to milk a cock. The pulsating rectum was more than eager to engulf not merely his cock, but every ounce of his seed.
The flexing waves of assflesh ripped into his tender organ like a powerful convulsing tidal wave of tight muscle; the tube sloppily gripping him and pulling him deeper and deeper into the experienced ass with a stubbornness and power that surprised the orca to no end.
With such a hungry passage and muscles that knew how to work a cock in such an artful manner, Toumal's relaxed posture of casting into a prize fishing hole and waiting patiently for reward like any fisherfur quickly lost its relevance. For with every inch of his will he fought, the demanding rump took two.
With a long bubbly exhalation, Toumal felt his balls throb as he seeded his bait deep into his lured catch. The otter whined with pleasure to the obvious sensation of warm, filling, whale cream as his thighs ground nervously about that rubbery tail ensnared about his sodden crotch like a slick smooth muscly anchor.
He took a long breath into his own breathing tube and held it. As long as he stayed calm, he wouldn't need another breath for at least ten minutes.
Of course, given how much excitement is involved with his fishing trips with Mackerel, Toumal had a hard time believing he could last ten minutes between inhales.
With a long sigh of delicious afterglow, Toumal worked his snout into a grin as he stuck out his long tongue in a playful manner, air bubbles escaping his mouth and blowhole like crystal marbles as the dolphin giggled back at him with his adorable squeaks.
The killer whale began to go crazy with his waterproof digital camera; taking pictures of every sexy detail of the nude otter's body even as Mackerel took his position; snapping his thinner tail securely between those brown thighs for a breeding lock even as Toumal took pictures and video of the whole sexy show; the otter clearly not in any hurry to return to the beach.
Indeed, by the time they had finished with their catch and let the otter boy go free, a sun bathed the ocean-water in a long flaming burst of amber and rust even as it set into the sea and the ocean was seared with a slow rain of darkness until they could look below at the beauty of diamonds sparkling in the sky with splendor to be envied.
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Something special I finally finished for a popular marine mammal around here who shalt not be named (for the obvoius reason that he was already mentioned in the story) :P LOL me ish kinky :D