Two of a kind
Two of a kind
By Strega
3 July 2006
Arlynn was at the edge of her home waters when she met the other Mer-girl. The two were much alike; from the waist down, they were dolphins, with a horizontal fluke of a tail, upright dorsal fin, and strong fore-fins. From the waist up she was humanoid; small, firm breasts jutted from her slender ribcage, and her narrow waist met her dolphin lower body with a humanlike jut of hips. Her sex was where a dolphin's would be, but with pale blue pubic hair that blended in to her blue-green skin. Atop her narrow shoulders was a head more dolphin than human, with a bulge of sonar-generating melon above her eyes and a long, peg-toothed mouth in a dolphin's 'beak'. Arlynn's hair was long and pale blue; the stranger's was green-gold and kinky. Arlynn was instantly envious.
"Oh, I love your hair," she said by way of introduction. "I've never seen such a nice color."
"Hello to you too," the second Mer said with a smile. Her skin was darker than Arlynn's, and spotted; perhaps she had some northern Mer blood -- or even spotted dolphin -- in her ancestry. Like Arlynn, she was plainly quite young, but a few more of the unavoidable creases and scars a Mer's tough hide picked up with experience showed that she was the elder.
"My name is Ar--...", Arlynn began, but she noticed the other Mer was watching something, and she turned to look as well. Far enough away to be a bit hazy swam a muscular shape. It passed through a ray of descending sunlight and she saw it was a big otter, dark-furred and light-bellied, every bit as comfortable in the sea as they. Like the Mer it was partly humanoid, but not in the half-humanoid, half-dolphin sense; the otter was merely less streamlined than usual, with visible shoulders and hips rather than one smooth torpede-shape of water-weasel. It shot a glance in their direction and arched, turning belly-up in the sunbeam for a moment. Arlynn saw the long ridge of sheath the belly-fur nearly hid.
"Don't encourage him, Ar. He'd hurt you."
"My name's not Ar...hurt me?"
The older Mer blew a bubble from her lower body's blowhole, sighing. "Otters...you can't trust them. All they think about is sex, which wouldn't be so bad, except they are just too big."
"He doesn't look so big," Arlynn mused. Indeed, the otter was little larger than she, and no bigger than a Mer-man.
"Big down there," The other Mer said, waving beneath her lower belly. "Too big. And once you get him excited, he wouldn't let you say 'no'. Then he'd claw you, and bite you to hold on, and..." Her fingers, with their pearlescent nails, trailed across parallel scars on her flanks.
"That's horrible! Why don't you do something?"
"He's too fast, and he has claws. Even if I got his head in my mouth, he would tear me apart as I tried to swallow. I tried to ram him once, like we do with sharks, but he's faster than a shark. It just...aroused him."
The older Mer drooped visibly. The handsome otter did not seem so handsome now. "Maybe both of us...?
"No, we might win, but we'd be hurt, and the blood from claw-cuts would attract other predators. Unless..."
"Unless?" Arlynn stroked her new friend's kinky hair gently. She saw that one of the older Mer's nipples was pierced with a coral ring. The other had a scar -- a disturbingly familiar scar, now that she knew what to look for -- where the other piercing had been pulled out by fangs.
The other Mer brightened. "I could distract him, and then you could swallow him. I would keep his arms down until they were trapped. You could swallow him, couldn't you?"
"Oh yes." Mer could swallow things even larger than themselves, though it wasn't wise to eat so much as to be a fat target for sharks. With another Mer here to safeguard her, though... "How would you distract him?"
The spotted Mer gestured carelessly. "I know him. He thinks I still want him, even after...even after. Just swim up with me and wait your chance."
Arlynn followed, a bit nervous, as the spotted Mer swam boldly up to the big otter. Sure enough, he grinned as she rubbed against his belly, and his forepaws -- handlike, webbed, and sharp-clawed -- stroked her back as she nosed his groin. Each paused to take a breath from the surface, the otter with his mouth and the spotty with her blowhole, before returning to the foreplay. Suddenly the otter's sheath drew back, and Arlynn saw why he was "too big". His cock was slightly S-shaped, though not nearly so much so as a dolphin's or Mer's, and it was easily twice as long as the biggest Mer-man she had ever been with.
The otter had so far ignored her, but now she approached, nuzzling his cheeks and shoulders. A furry hand slid down her back as, down below, the other Mer-girl opened her beak. The enormous otter-cock slid into the spotty's mouth as easily as would a fish, and when she swallowed -- Arlynn could see her thin neck ripple around the bulge of cock -- the otter arched and churred.
Arlynn dug her fingers into the otter's nape, where the fur was thick and smooth, and waited for her moment. The spotty was swallowing, massaging the long otter-shaft with her throat, and the otter's eyes half-closed in pleasure. Arlynn eased closer, readying herself. As she worked her jaws subtly, unhinging them -- even a Mer could not swallow such a big meal without preparation -- the otter put a hand on her nape, too. His eyes shut as the older Mer worked his cock, and the spotty's tail came up his belly, ready to push his arms away. Now!
Arlynn lunged over the otter, mouth gaping. His thick whiskers bent back as his head began to enter her mouth...and just at that moment, the spotty's flukes struck her lower jaw. Arlynn's beak slammed shut with stunning force, and as she rushed forward -- the lunge to swallow the otter's head had not expended itself -- suddenly it was the otter's jaws that opened wide. The last thing she saw was his dark brown eyes -- expectant, knowing eyes. Hungry eyes. Then her head was in his mouth, and the otter's strong arms wrapped around her as he swallowed.
Hot flesh, smooth and slick, expanded over her cheeks and beak as the otter's jaws stretched. There was no pop; he, too, had unhinged his jaws ahead of time. Already her shoulders were in his throat, and his webby hands held her arms to her sides as he swallowed her down with practiced motions. Two gulps and his jaws held her wrists to her sides. His hands reached down to grab her dolphin half, and with one strong tug he stuffed her hips into his maw.
Half swallowed in seconds, Arlynn did the only thing she could think of: she whipped her flukes forward to strike him in the belly. But she had forgotten the spotty Mer. The older Mer's flukes blocked the blow, and Arlynn tried again, expecting the other Mer to realize what was happening and move out of the way. Instead, she was blocked again, and the spotty's tail pushed hers back even as the otter pushed the beginning of her dolphin half into his throat. Her fore-fins pressed against her sides as the front third of her dolphin body was engulfed.
The two were in it together! Arlynn thrashed desperately, but the big otter absorbed her struggle. He went limp, so she had to move them both, and so he wriggled like an eel as her movements communicated themselves through his body. When she finally tired, he grabbed her dolphin half again and pulled her in, stuffing her into his jaws hand over fist. In moments only her flukes protruded from his muzzle. She was wrapped in otter-flesh, confined by his gullet, and her head was in a stinking place that had to be his stomach.
Arlynn struggled, but this far she was helpless. One more gulp and he'd have her down; already the stomach acids were stinging her eyes. Damn the otter...damn the other Mer! As she lay there, shivering with rage, the otter, too, shivered. He tensed, shuddered, and bent forward; as he pumped his hips Arlynn realized what was happening. She'd never even learned the other Mer's name.
Qilal pulled her beak slowly off Pamiuq's cock, swallowing the viscid mass of seed when her jaws were closed. He had curled forward as he came, pressing the huge bulge in his belly against her melon. Now he arched back, straightening his throat as he swallowed. The last glimpse was of Ar's dark fluke-tips. When his neck resumed its usual diameter he stretched out straight, only to arch and straighten again and again. It always took great effort to get the last reluctant bits of Mer down into his stomach; he said leaving the flukes in his gullet gave him heartburn.
When he belched out a great bubble of swallowed Mer-breath she was ready, sliding above him to suck it into her own blowhole. It tasted of terror and rage. Pamiuq grinned up at her and fingered her dolphin-sex, which, as usual after she watched him eat, was pink with lust. Then he grunted as his Mer-meal twitched down inside.
"The thing you did with your throat, when she was trying to swallow me, was very good. Except it was maybe too good; she almost got me!"
Qilal was maneuvering around in front of him, rubbing down against his sheath. It was her turn now. "She couldn't have eaten you without help; you'd have torn her apart."
"Of course, love." His webby paw-hands grabbed her dolphin-body, pulling her back against him. A big otter's cock was too big for a Mer's sex, but she had discovered that it was not too big for her vent. Mer ate large meals, too, and correspondingly large amounts exited; there was enough room in there for even a huge otter cock.
As the fat otter mounted her she pressed back against his belly; there was the last twitch of life from inside. Paniuq's fingers slid into her sex, penetrating her as his cock went into her anus, and Qilal had the first of what would be many orgasms. There was nothing that aroused her like watching another Mer disappear down his throat.
*****
Al'quit was at the edge of his waters when he met the other otter. Like himself, the otter was male, and a bit larger; Al'quit's fur was darker, showing his youth.
"Greetings, elder brother," Al'quit said respectfully. "I did not mean to intrude on your territory."
"It is nothing," the bigger male said, and Al'quit saw he was distracted. At a little distance, just far enough to be hazy, swam a Mer...a Mer-girl, he saw now. She shot a glance in their direction and shook her head haughtily; kinky green-gold hair waved like a flag.
"She is a pretty one," he muttered. "Have you ever...?
The bigger otter shot him a glance. "You would never catch her. Mer are too fast, and that one is too proud to swim with an otter, much less fuck one."
He paused, then continued thoughtfully. "But perhaps if I distracted her...?"
Qilal watched from her little distance, smiling, and loosened her jaws.