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Chapter 1

Kathy's voice barked out over the whole orca enclosure, "Pearl! Pearl! Where's she run off to now?" Now that all the crowds had gone home for the day, Kathy seemed even louder and even more domineering over her domain.

Pearl hurried around toward the main stage, going as fast as she could ... though her legs weren't terribly long or strong. As an otter, her strengths were in the water - she was the best swimmer out of all the orca trainers, and the only one of them who could swim in the cold saltwater without a wetsuit. A nice, sleek one-piece was all she needed, though she used a bikini during the shows. She was only a _junior_trainer, though, and only recently promoted to even that position. And she'd been cleaning out the food bins way in the back, so it was quite a long way to go.

Kathy Parks waited for her impatiently, tapping her foot and with her arms crossed over her impressive chest. Kathy was a doberman and ran the orca enclosure like she'd been bossing everyone around for decades, even though she was also just newly promoted into her position. And from what Pearl could glean from furtive glances in the locker room, those giant boobs of hers weren't even real, anyway. Way too round to be real.

But Pearl didn't dare upset her. She'd been dreaming of a position like this ever since she was a little otter girl, and she wasn't going to let some petty little personality conflict ruin it for her now!

Instead of greeting Pearl politely - or even acknowledging Pearl as a person - Kathy turned, picked up a big tube with handles on either side, and tossed it to Pearl.

Pearl caught it easily enough ... but had no idea what to do with it. And Kathy was already walking away! "Hey," Pearl said. "Um... What am I supposed to--?"

Slowly, Kathy turned back around. She stared as if Pearl was either a particularly annoying and stupid child ... or perhaps just a smear of disgusting goo on the ground that she'd have to order someone to clean up. Her ears laid down flat against her head - an expression Kathy wore nearly every time she talked to Pearl. "Get a semen sample from Tulley. Your training month is over - you should know this stuff by now."

"Um, yeah. Of course." Now that she knew just what she was holding, Pearl held the collection tube farther away from her slim body. "I was just making sure."

Kathy rolled her eyes and turned to leave again. "Ugh. I've got better things to do than babysit junior trainers, you know."

Pearl watched Kathy go, for a brief moment envying the way her thick, athletic body filled out that wetsuit. But that didn't distract her for very long from the new job she'd been given. It looked like cleaning out the food bins would have to wait. Now she was on semen collection duty. Why was she always given the messiest jobs?

Because she was the most junior junior trainer in the orca staff, of course.

She sighed and turned to head toward the Number 5 tank where Tulley would be today. Someday, she promised herself, _she'd_be the Chief Orca Trainer. And when that happened, she wouldn't treat the junior trainers like dirt - she wouldn't be like Kathy.

Number 5 was tucked away into a back corner well away from most of the other tanks. It doubled as an observation tank for nursing mothers, but since they didn't have any nursing mothers at the time, its extra space was being used to house one of Aqua Action Adventure Park's biggest and most impressive orcas: Tularook, or Tulley as seemingly everyone here called him.

As Pearl carefully made her way down the white concrete walkways between the huge tanks, she glanced down at the collection tube in her hand. It was a pretty crude thing, really: a big plastic pipe as long as her arm and as thick as her tail, with metal handles glued to the sides. One side of it opened up to a soft padded interior with a hole in the middle, and the other end had a plastic bottle screwed onto it ... a big bottle, at least a gallon. Were they really expecting that much? Well, if she could fill that up, they'd probably have a nursing mother for the Number 5 tank pretty soon, wouldn't they?

At first when she reached the edge of the big Number 5 tank, there was no sign of him ... but that was normal. Already in the short time she'd been a trainer, Pearl had learned that each orca had his or her particular personality. Just because you knew one orca didn't mean you knew anything at all about another.

Tulley, in particular, was one of the most difficult ones to deal with. The rest of of them were usually very friendly and curious, almost always rushing up to meet any trainer who came to the edge of their tank. Not so with Tulley. He was never exactly hostile, but he could certainly be a handful, and he seemed too smart for his own good sometimes, even by orca standards. If he could play a trick on her and make things difficult, Pearl knew that he probably would. Honestly, if it wasn't for his truly impressive size - 24 feet and almost 10 tons - and the fact that he was the only breeding-age male in the facility, they probably would have retired him years ago.

Pearl watched the stark blue surface of the water carefully, watching for the tell-tale shadow moving underneath. Number 5 was over 70 feet deep in the middle, which made for lots of room to hide ... and as she'd learned on her very first day here, Tulley _loved_to scare the fur off his trainers by suddenly lunging out of the water right next to them, his spike-toothed jaws gaping. He had never hurt anyone, but the look in his eyes was clear that he loved to see startled trainers tumbling over themselves and scrambling to get out of the way.

But no ... no horror show today, apparently, unless he was really working on his timing and suspense.

She could just about make out a darker patch of water that was _probably_the whale circling out around the far side of the tank, though it was hard to tell with the sunlight glinting off the water so much.

Whatever his game was today, Pearl decided she didn't have time for it. Kathy would definitely yell at her if she didn't get this job - _and_the feed bins - done expeditiously. She waded out into the ankle-deep side step of the tank, then knelt down at the edge and slapped the surface of the water three times. That was the 'come here' signal, and any orca would have underwater hearing more than acute enough to hear that from anywhere in the tank.

Still ... nothing. She slapped the water three more times.

Nothing.

She bent down to slap the water again, but her hand never touched it. There was only a brief moment when a dark shape came at her from deep down in the tank. Instinct took over. She flung herself away from the water - scrambled over the hard white concrete.

And when she dared to look back over her shoulder, there was Tularook, a dozen feet away from the edge and turned sideways with his head out of the water so he could look at her.

That look in his eye... Oh, he was toying with her. There was no mistaking that. Orca expressions were hard to read, but Pearl had gotten the knack of it after just a week or two. And Tulley was laughing at her, or near enough. The big bastard. This was why they couldn't do shows with him anymore. He was too unpredictable, and he seemed to love screwing around with his trainers. He'd been out of the shows since long before Pearl came on the staff, but she'd seen the old videos. One memorable time, the audience had just been told that Tularook would launch his trainer up through a suspended hoop ... only for him to leap out of the water without his trainer, grab the loop and snap it off its rope, and then play a lovely game of ring toss - throwing the ring over the trainer rather than the trainer through the ring. Hell of a joke, and the audience had loved it, but the staff here just couldn't afford that kind of unpredictability in the already-dangerous shows.

Too smart for his own good. He really would have been retired years ago if he wasn't so essential to the captive breeding program. Shaking her head and trying to give him a stern, straight-faced look, Pearl got up and came back to the edge of the water.

Tulley dove again, but not deep. He circled near the edge of the tank, his dorsal fin cutting through the surface of the water. That fin alone was almost as tall as Pearl's whole body.

Pearl let out a deep, frustrated sigh and picked the tube up from where she'd dropped it. She did not have time for this. Keeping an eye on him this time, she slapped the water's surface again.

Finally, Tulley swam up to the edge of the tank and poked his head up out of the water toward her, but slowly and gently this time - coming up to wait for instructions as he'd been trained to do.

She eyed him with some suspicion, but he just bobbed up and down in the water a little, looking up at her expectantly. Well, okay. If he'd gotten the little tricks out of his system, maybe she could finally get on with it, collect her sample, and move on to all the other chores she had to do today. Honestly, she felt more like a janitor sometimes than a trainer. Taking care of these whales was a surprisingly messy business.

And she had even more messy business to do...

To get things started, she thrust both her hands out in front of her and flipped them palm-up. That was a signal that never got used in the shows, but was used all the time for other reasons - the signal to come up to the edge of the tank upside down. It gave the trainers complete access to the whale's underbelly, ready for all kinds of routine veterinary tasks.

And Tulley knew the routine. He dove back down for a moment, surfaced just long enough for a deep breath, and as the mist from his spouting filtered down over Pearl, he came up again, this time with his white belly exposed along the edge of the tank.

Pearl kelt down, then reached out and touched the smooth white skin. _That_was one part of this job that didn't get old. Just being able to touch a creature this huge and majestic was always a treat. Maybe she'd get used to it someday, but for now, it was a little thrill every time. She slid her hand down his belly a little bit, following the grain of the subtle grooves in his slightly rubbery skin. The orcas looked perfectly smooth from a distance, but up close, they had tiny little patterns all down their body that would help the water flow past smoothly. His body was also surprisingly soft - not pillowy, but a springy softness that was kind of addictive to the touch.

She didn't take long to reach her goal. She had to be relatively quick, after all. Orcas could hold their breath for as much as fifteen minutes, but she knew they preferred no more than five minutes or so. Tulley would probably get pretty antsy if she took too long doing this. And he had a reputation of being difficult enough without any extra problems.

There. She'd reached his ventral slit. It looked just like a female's: one elongated lengthwise slit with a smaller anal opening behind it, except that he didn't have the other two little mammary openings to either side of it. That - in addition to his sheer size and the height of his dorsal fin - was the only hint that he was male rather than female ... so far. She ran her hand up and down over the edges of that slit, gently teasing and caressing. Soon, she knew, his gender would become much more apparent.

And it didn't take long. Tulley had done this many times before, and he knew the drill. Soon, the tip of his cock began to emerge from that slit. It was only a little pink point at first, but a pink knob as thick as Pearl's arm followed. It narrowed a bit for a moment, then came the main shaft of it - already hard - snaking up out of his slit until the huge pink shaft was nearly as long as her whole body, widening toward the base until it was as thick as her thighs and seemed to turn his genital slit inside out.

As it emerged, she began running her hands up and down his startlingly warm length. It took both of her hands to grip around the whole thing. And it moved in her hands. Not the little twitches she could feel when her husband was inside her - Tulley's cock actually moved all on its own, moving as if seeking something to plunge into and even wrapping around her wrist.

She'd seen this done before, of course, but this was her first time doing it herself. She hadn't been ready for how _strong_it was. When his cock wrapped around her forearm and pulled her, it almost pulled her completely off the edge and onto his belly.

And just the size of him... If she had to be honest, her husband - as much as she loved him - had never really satisfied her in that way. This, though... This was all any girl could ask for, and much much more...

Wait.

Blinking, Pearl snapped out of it. What the heck was she thinking? That was... No! She would not even _think_about doing something like that. She was just here to do a simple animal husbandry task, and that slick, juicy feeling in the crotch of her one-piece had absolutely nothing to do with it.

No. Time to get down to business. Tulley was certainly aroused enough to go forward with it.

But as soon as she took one hand off of him to grab the tube, the pink tip of his cock curled back around to grab her wrist and tugged.

With a yelp, Pearl lost her balance. Her feet slipped out from under her, and she ended up collapsing down on top of Tulley's belly ... right on top of his cock. She felt the firm girth of it against her chest, even as her hands scrambled against his smooth skin to pick herself back up. And he didn't help any, either. His cock curled around behind her back, holding her down as he rubbed it against the silky blue fabric of her one-piece.

She did manage to extract herself, though. She had to slide out from inside his encircling cock in order to get back on the edge of the tank, but she made it.

For a moment, she just sat there, watching Tulley's cock wave back and forth as if searching for her. That was close. Rule number one around here was that _nobody_goes in the water without a spotter present. If she had gone in, she could have been on the fast track to getting fired. If anyone saw her soaking wet like she'd been in the water...

And speaking of soaking wet, she resolutely decided _not_to think about the condition the very bottom of her swimsuit was in right now. Having that powerful cock wrapped all the way around her...

No. She reminded herself again that she was not going to think about that.

Moving with a purpose now, she rose and snatched up the tube. Quickly, as if grabbing for the head of a venomous snake, she grabbed Tulley's cock around the thinnest part, just below the bulge at the head of it. And with her other hand, she shoved the open end of the tube down over his tip.

His cock bent and wriggled, but she just kept on shoving him deeper into that tube, always keeping a firm grip around his shaft and not letting him back out of it or play any more tricks. Enough of this nonsense. She was getting that sample, and she was going to get it now.

But Tulley had other ideas. When he simply rolled to the side, away from the edge of the tank, it made Pearl's firm grip work against her. She was pulled along with him, suddenly plunged into the cold water as his immense body rolled over on top of her.

Belatedly, she let go of the collection tube ... just in time to keep her from being pulled along as Tulley pushed himself forward with one strong kick of his flukes. He didn't even come close to hitting her with his tail, thankfully. At least he was being that considerate.

Pearl surfaced and sputtered salt water out of her mouth. She hadn't even had a chance to hold her breath properly before going in. He'd gotten her completely by surprise. That bastard of a whale! That whale of a bastard! If she got written up because of him...

Well, there was no point in getting mad at him. First, she needed to get out of this tank as soon as possible. As soon as she started swimming back toward the edge, though, a huge black shape emerged between her and the wall of the tank - Tulley's head, poking up out of the water.

His eye was just above the surface, and now almost level with hers. And the way he looked at her... It was as if he knew_the thoughts she'd been having while trying to masturbate him. It was like he could see it in her face right now. She tried to keep a straight face, tried to glare at him sternly, but she couldn't help but feel an inkling that he could see right through her façade, and what's worse, he_liked the idea. She could swear he was looking at her as lustfully as she'd been staring at his long pink cock just moments ago.

No! She insisted to herself that she was not having thoughts like that about one of the orcas here.

But Tulley was still looking at her like that.

"Go!" she shouted at him, along with the swooping of a pointed finger hand sign that meant he should go take a lap around the tank.

Obediently, he submerged and swam away. The big, dark bulk of his body disappeared from between her and the whitewashed concrete of the tank's edge. Good. She could get out of the water now, and maybe things would go back to normal. There was no way she should have been having thoughts like that about a feral. He couldn't even speak! And the sheer size of him ... was she trying to break herself? There was no way she could cram that huge, strong length into her--

No! She refused to think about it any further. The image of that curling pink cock of his wriggling its way into her pussy was too much for her. She had to get out of this tank before she lost her self-control completely!

And she almost made it, too. Just as she grabbed onto the concrete rim with both webbed hands and was about to pull herself up, she felt a huge rush of water rising from beneath her. Something closed down on her legs. Her feet were encased in soft but unyielding warmth, but her shins and calves were pressed on both sides by the hard, slightly-dulled points of Tulley's teeth. Her thick tail curved up over the smooth dome of his head.

What? No! This couldn't be happening! None of the whales here had _ever_attacked anyone. There was no way Pearl could be the first. No way. It just couldn't happen. And maybe it wasn't an attack? Though he held her firmly, his teeth weren't piercing their way through her legs, even though she knew he easily could. This had to be another one of his little pranks. If he was really attacking her, he could have ripped her legs off by now. If it was one of his pranks, though, what was he planning on doing with her?

He pulled her down. Before she could even think to struggle or cry out for help, she was under. Her grip on the edge of the tank was nothing compared to Tulley's immense strength. She scarcely had time to close her mouth and hold her breath.

And he kept going. All the way to the bottom of the tank, almost 70 feet deep, where he released her. Her ears popped from the sudden change in pressure, and she was struck by how cold the water was down here. Even though it wasn't really all _that_deep, it was a different world down at the bottom of the tank, colder and darker. At least her otter eyes were well adapted to seeing underwater and weren't bothered by the salt. She could see the dark shape of Tulley looming over her, and even make out his still-erect cock as he slowly circled above. It looked more reddish now, in the dim blue light.

As soon as she came to her senses, she started swimming upward toward the glimmering light at the surface. She could hold her breath comfortably for quite a while - one of many aquatic adaptations that made her a good fit for this job, but she knew a big whale like Tulley could stay under for far longer, and she didn't need to be playing this kind of game with him if she could avoid it. Her webbed fingers and toes made quick work through the water, and she made it nearly halfway back to the surface before Tulley headbutted her.

It seemed to come out of nowhere ... this huge black torpedo coming up from underneath her, curling around the front of her, and ramming against her chest. He was gentle, actually - not even hard enough to knock the breath out of her. But the incredible mass and force behind his push left her completely helpless to resist being pushed back down to the bottom of the tank again.

When Tulley's nose pressed her directly against the concrete floor of the tank, it was finally driven home to Pearl just how utterly helpless she was in Tulley's presence. As well-adapted for water as she was, he was far more so. And he was the apex predator, the king of the sea, outweighing her almost 200 times over. Down here in his world, she was his plaything, and there was nothing she could do to resist.

It should have been terrifying, and it was. But why_did it feel like her body was melting from the inside out for him? The distinct warmth and slickness between her pussy and the crotch of her one-piece was unmistakable, as was the heat blooming deep inside her belly. Oh yiff, oh yiff! She hadn't felt like this since the day she'd lost her virginity, and even that hadn't been quite _this intense.

Releasing the gentle pressure that had been keeping her pinned against the bottom, Tulley rose back up a little, then turned on his side, looking at her. She gazed back into his eye, just underneath the big white eye spot. Oh, he knew alright. And there was no hiding it anymore, not from him or herself. She glanced down the sleek lines of his body, spotting his enormous cock curving toward her, and she reached out with one hand to gently caress the blunt tip of his nose.

He gently cruised past her, letting her hand run down the length of his body. It just kept going and going ... was he showing off just how massive he was? And then his cock... Pearl gripped the base of it as he slipped by. Her fingers could barely enclose halfway around his girth. And then it was gone, leaving her to trace her hand along the rest of his body down to his tail, which he very considerately didn't flick as he coasted by her.

Oh yiff, was she really going to do this with an orca? She knew it was a foregone conclusion now. She couldn't resist the allure, and she couldn't resist his strength.

But at least, perhaps, she could make it back to the surface? She didn't want to drown if he ended up getting carried away. Tilting her body upward, she kicked as hard as she could against the bottom of the tank, propelling her upward, and as soon as that momentum began to fade, she swam hard toward the surface.

Even though her pace through the water would have astounded any of the other trainers, she was no match for Tulley's prowess. He caught her even more quickly this time, probably at least 40 feet deep still.

This time, though, he didn't headbutt her and push her down. He came close - she _thought_that's what he was going to do again, but no. For a moment, he kept pace with her rise, matching her exactly. Then, with stunning dexterity, he darted forward and snagged the fabric of her one-piece between his front teeth.

Pearl stopped swimming and stared down at his huge mouth in shock. He'd done it so skillfully that she hadn't felt more than a slight pinch, but he'd gotten a firm bite on the stretchable blue fabric. She only had a brief moment to wonder what he meant to do with it.

Tulley suddenly twisted his body around in the water, thrashing back and forth. She'd never seen an orca move like that. It was like the shark tank during a feeding frenzy. Her whole body was yanked around helplessly, and the swimsuit tore. It was ripped off of her, and she was left spinning in a vortex full of bubbles, finally free in the water again.

As soon as she was sure which was was up again, she resumed swimming upward, more out of instinct than any conscious effort. Most of her conscious thinking was taken up by circular panic about being naked in the orca tank. There was no mistaking the free way the water flowed over her oiled fur or the sudden coolness replacing the heat that had been trapped around her crotch.

She made it nearly to the surface this time, before the bulk of Tulley's body came between her and the shimmering wavelets. And not just any part of his body - his belly. Pressing her hands against the huge white curve of his underbelly, she felt the slight movement deep in his body as he took in a deep breath. She could even hear the whoosh of his spouting. She was that close to the surface! If Tulley was getting a breath, why couldn't she?

But there was another something along Tulley's belly that stole away her attention. That massive cock of his curled back and forth as if waving for her attention. And as Tulley finished his breath and moved forward, it came toward her.

Pearl reached out for it, and it reached back toward her. She'd meant to just grab his shaft again, to feel the warm firmness in her hands, but she wasn't the only one able to grab. His thick, tentacle-like cock first wrapped in a spiral around her arm, then found her body and grabbed on.

She was towed along underneath the orca, pulled along by his cock, and the whole time, it explored her body. It wrapped around her torso, sliding down and around her modest breasts, then curling back around itself to slide through the space between them. Then it moved around her narrow waist, more easily able to circle completely around her as his tip explored the lines of her abs, briefly prodded at her belly button, then probed ever downward toward...

Oh yiff! He was searching for her pussy!

With a struggle and a great deal of squirming, Pearl managed to squeeze her hips out from the grip of Tulley's encircling cock. His tip made only the briefest contact against her pussy lips, but oh that touch, oh that warmth... Pearl's body actually froze up for a moment, instinctively yearning for more of that touch. She was _so_close to letting him take her right then and there, and come what may. But no. His tip continued on feeling its way down her inner thigh, and she regained control of herself enough to push out from underneath him, toward the surface.

Her hand broke out above the water, but before she could get high enough to take a breath, Tulley's enormous mouth closed over her. He hadn't just grabbed onto her calves this time - he'd gulped down her legs and tail, all the way up to her waist!

He pulled her down again, and as she watched the rippling mirror surface of the water recede out of reach again, she felt Tulley's tongue against her. Right against her pussy.

She nearly gasped out the little breath still in her lungs. How had he known to do something like that? It left her feeling like she was being eaten, half her body already consumed, but instead of terror and pain, she felt the firm, dextrous movements of his thick strong tongue rubbing her in just the right places.

The tip of his tongue flicked back and forth over her pussy lips, and from the size of him, it was more as if someone was rubbing their whole palm against her down there. Only ... it was warm and wet, with a soft, almost feathered texture that belied the firm strength behind every stroke.

Her legs and tail were firmly trapped in the encompassing warmth of his throat, and she could only imagine how easy it would be for him to just swallow her down a little more. He could probably eat her whole, even without chomping her in half as his jaws were perfectly positioned to do.

But he seemed far more interested in eating her out than eating her up. And she couldn't deny that the feeling of his tongue teasing her slit was intensely erotic... For yiff's sake, though - she needed to breathe! Her lungs burned - they'd just barely been denied that sweet breath when she'd been so close to the surface, and now she felt as if she was on the verge of going too far. She could drown here, she realized ... and what a way to go - drowning while getting her pussy licked by an orca. Not a way she would have ever guessed she might go.

Tulley, though, seemed to sense when she was getting truly desperate. He didn't release her, but instead of slowly cruising in circles around the tank as he had been, he surged ahead toward the surface, still with Pearl in his mouth.

Finally, she broke the surface. It was difficult to keep her head above water in this position, but she did. She gasped in a deep, wonderful breath ... but just one.

Tulley pulled her back down again before she could get another breath, his tongue still working at her increasingly slick pussy.

And then she understood. He was teasing_her. Driving her to the edge of asphyxiation and pulling her back only just in time. A dangerous game, but what could she do other than give herself over to him? She was _in his mouth, after all! He had total control over her and could do anything he wanted with her. And oh was that a sexy feeling!

She gave herself over to it, even flexing her hips a little bit to press her needy pussy lips against his tongue. And she let him have his way with her, finally able to truly give in to the pleasure. Her eyes closed, and she focused just on the incredible sensation of his huge, strong tongue sliding and writhing over her slit.

As she became more excited, she seemed to be running out of oxygen all that much sooner. Tulley had to bring her to the surface again much sooner than the first time, but when she broke above the little waves, she let out more of a moan than a breath. Despite the need for air, she couldn't help herself. She was getting close! Oh yiff - she was inside an orca's mouth, he was eating her out, and she was getting close!

Her whole body tensed, and once again her lungs burned for air ... but this time, Tulley didn't bring her up to breathe. Even as the edges of her vision began to go a little fuzzy, he kept on tonguing her, teasing her entrance with the tip of his warm, strong tongue, even slipping the edge of it slightly inside her. She thought she would pass out at any moment; she thought she would orgasm at any moment. It was unbearable!

When she came, it wasn't with the usual explosive energy given to her by the vibrator at home. This orgasm grew on her like a dawning sunrise, slow and powerful, washing through every inch of her until she felt dizzy. It flowed through her only after she finally gave in, as if completely surrendering to Tulley's will was what powered it. She faded into it, as if the feelings coursing through her body were more real than she was. She was nothing more than an extension of Tulley's tongue - an instrument to be played by him, her body thrumming to every new motion he made against her and even a little bit inside her. Her whole body burned and ached and she loved the burn and ache. It all flowed into one marvelous sensation.

But then that sensation began to fade. The fuzziness of her vision spread. Her limbs went limp, and she only vaguely felt Tulley taking her back upward. In that blurry moment, in the fog between one world and another, she found herself in an odd state of peace. Maybe it was the tail of that orgasmic bliss shooting an overload of pleasant hormones through her, but she felt as if she could easily accept whatever happened at that moment. If she drowned, she'd drown contentedly. If Tulley swallowed her, she'd slide down his throat with a sigh of satisfaction. She belonged to him, utterly and completely. And if by some miracle she made it to the surface and drew another breath...

Splash. Her face broke through the surface of the water, and her body's instincts took over. She gasped in huge breaths of fresh warm air, glorious with the scent of sunshine and salt water.

Gently, Tulley released her from his mouth, leaving her to float at the surface, blissfully sucking in breath after sweet breath. Ah, air... She felt like she'd never take it for granted again. That orgasm, though... A mere aftershock of it rippled through her body, almost as intense as when she got off normally. Oh Tulley... She'd never have guessed he could make her feel like that.

She gradually became aware of more than just the remnants of pleasure flowing through her body and the blessedly fresh air flowing into her lungs. First, she looked around herself for any sign of the orca.

And there he was, right next to her, his dorsal fin towering over her. When he saw her looking at him, he gracefully rolled over. The wave of him doing so pushed her away a little bit, but a couple strokes of her webbed hands steadied her. As he turned his belly upward, she saw that cock of his again ... that massive, magnificent cock. It towered over her as well, waving blatantly out in the sunshine before coming down to slap against his belly with a little splash that spattered her face.

The sight of him_completely exposed like that made her think of her own condition ... and she finally realized that she was out here in the middle of the Number 5 tank, _completely naked. The remnants of her swimsuit were nowhere to be seen, and neither was the tube she was supposed to be masturbating Tulley into. If anyone saw her like this...

Tulley's cock slapped against his belly again. She stared at it as he waved it back and forth, as if expecting something ... as if expecting her to return the favor.

Right. Of course he did. And she really did owe him one, didn't she?

Oh yiff it. To the pits with anyone who saw her. She needed this as much as Tulley did. And she was supposed to get him off, wasn't she? Nobody had been terribly specific about how_she was supposed to do that. She swam toward him, filled with the odd notion that she'd be perfectly justified if anyone found her like this. Alone in the middle of the tank, riding Tulley's belly, stark naked and stroking him to orgasm ... this was her _job, wasn't it? Nobody could complain about her being good at it, could they?

It was a little difficult to climb up onto the round smoothness of his belly, but with a little help from him, she made it up - when he ducked down a little deeper, the rush of water coming to cover his belly pulled her right along with it. She could have almost drifted there without any effort of her own.

But she was definitely putting in the effort now. Her eyes were on the prize: that enormous pink cock bending toward her as it emerged back out of the water. She slid her bare-furred body over his skin, working her way up to his cock. It amused her a little, to think how much she cherished just being able to touch these orcas ... compared to what she was doing now. Her whole naked body laid out against Tulley's underbelly, reaching out and touching...

Yes! A little thrill ran through her whole body as her hand closed _almost_all the way around the narrowest part of his cock, near the tip. Despite having just been doused in cold water, it was stunningly warm. The thick heft of it in her hand eliminated any doubts she may have still been harboring. She needed this. He needed her.

Eagerly, she slid up closer and began running both of her hands in long, loving strokes up and down Tulley's huge cock. His length twisted and moved in her hands, always edging toward the touch and alive like no other cock she'd ever touched ... not that she was a particularly experienced otter in that regard. This, though ... this was something special. She had an opportunity to make him feel as good as he'd just done for her, and she put her appreciation into every long, delicate stroke.

Of course, to reach the hugely wide base of his cock, she had to lean quite a bit forward. And on one of the occasions when she did that with both hands, she found the tip of his cock curling around behind her shoulder.

It pulled her closer, sliding farther down her back as her thighs slipped against his smooth skin. She only stopped slipping when her chest pressed against the middle of his shaft.

Despite the insulation of her fur, she felt the warmth of his cock against her chest immediately, and she pressed herself against him. As she increased the pace of her stroking hands, it curled back around to the front of her body, lying completely against her, touching her as much as possible. She started lifting herself up and down a little, rubbing her whole naked body against his cock and holding it tightly against herself with her arms. Her modest breasts weren't nearly big enough to wrap around his whole girth, but she enjoyed letting him fuck the space between them, and she cooed with delight as his cock momentarily wrapped around one of them and gave a little squeeze.

After hugging his cock so tightly - his tip playfully exploring the nook between her shoulder and neck - it seemed only natural to nudge herself a little closer still. She gasped slightly, her eyes opening wide, as she felt the heat of his base against her pussy, pressing right on her clit. But she didn't back away. She was much too far gone for that. Instead, she pressed even closer still, grinding the slick wetness of her pussy lips against the immense heat of his cock.

He was just _perfect!_She felt like she could rub herself on him forever, and come what may! Who cared if someone saw her? Who cared if she was basically having sex with a whale? Who cared what her husband might think? She had a massive member to massage, and nothing else in the world mattered.

It wasn't destined to last forever, though. If the way Tulley had begun humping upward against her meant anything, it meant he was close - very close. She'd seen him like this once before, when she'd been taught how to collect samples.

For a brief moment, she reveled in the idea of being showered with orca cum ... but then her purpose for being here hit her, as if out of nowhere. The sample! Her eyes darted around the tank, but there was still no sign of the collection tube or the bottle that had been attached to it. That was the only flimsy justification she still had for being out here like this, the only possible excuse she could give Kathy. And she'd still need that sample. As fun as it might be to do this all over again, how long would it take? How long was a male orca's refractory period? Did anyone even know? There had to be some way for her to collect it...

Just as Tulley's cock stiffened and pulsed against her body, the idea came to her. It was crazy, absolutely insane, and - given the force of an orca's orgasm - incredibly dangerous. In all honesty, it was probably an idea born more out of lust than out of necessity. But there was no time to second-guess herself...

Boldly - or perhaps stupidly - she planted her mouth right against the hole in his tip, holding the end of his cock steady with one hand as her other kept on stroking. His tip was still salty from the water, but it was oh so much warmer. She squeezed her thighs around his base, enveloping him in as much of her naked body as she could.

Bam! She'd been warned about how forcefully orcas could ejaculate, but that did nothing to prepare her for the sudden blast of cum in her mouth. The hot mass of it actually blew her head back, and most of the hot, sticky cum splattered into the air, over her face, or even up her nose. And yet her mouth was suddenly swamped with the musky, bitter, and oddly sweet flavor of orca cum.

She wasn't about to admit defeat, though. Her mouth was planted against his tip again in time for his second blast, and this time, she left a little bit of a gap between her lips. His cum rushed into her mouth again, and most of it spouted right back out again ... but now she had a warm, heavy mouthful sloshing around over her tongue.

But he was far from done. Again and again those enormous surges came. Each single one contained more cum than the grand total she'd gotten out of her husband all the years she'd known him, and Tulley kept going for _dozens_of spurts. Some of it was forced straight down her throat by the incredible pressure of his orgasm. Most of it spilled from the corners of her mouth to pour down over her breasts and the rest of her body. Through it all, though, she managed to keep one precious mouthful. As Tulley's orgasm tailed off, she sealed her now-sticky lips against his tip one more time, packing her mouth full of his precious seed until her cheeks bulged.

The moment his orgasm was over, Tulley submerged, coming up a scant moment later right side up, where he blew a huge spout, letting out the breath he'd been holding for so long and sucking in a new one.

That suited Pearl just fine. She'd never been much of a post-coital cuddler, anyway. The important part, anyhow, was to get the semen sample currently flooding her mouth into some kind of more appropriate container!

Swimming with a grace in the water that would have been the envy of the other trainers, she made it to the edge in such a rush that she could nearly launch herself out of the water with speed alone - she barely needed to touch the concrete edge as she popped up over it. She made a beeline for one of the ubiquitous supply cabinets all over the facility.

First aid kit? No. Emergency floatation device? No. Rope? No. Flashlight? No. Medical gloves? Yes! That would work!

Quickly, she snatched one of the gloves out of its cardboard box, pressed her mouth against the wrist opening of it, and filled it with fresh, hot orca cum. By the time she'd emptied her mouth, the glove had inflated into a big, wobbly balloon with five stubby fingers bulging out from it ... all of it warm and white. She stared at it for a moment, feeling the weight of it in her hand. And this had been just a tiny fraction of it...

Finally, she had a moment to take stock of her situation. Thankfully, her rush through the water had washed almost all the cum from her fur. But she was still completely naked and utterly soaked, holding a big glove inflated full of cum. She could say that Tulley splashed her - she wasn't in the tank with him. She could say that she lost the collection tube and had to improvise by collecting it in a glove. But how the yiff could she explain being naked?

On the hopeful assumption that nobody had seen what just happened in that tank, her next challenge would be to get some kind of clothes on before anybody saw her.

Thankfully, the staff locker room was just around the other side of the Number 5 tank. Inside, she'd be able to get the red bikini she wore for the public shows ... always a crowd-pleaser, since she was the only one able to stand the water temperature without a full wetsuit. She hurried around the edge of the tank as fast as she could, meanwhile tying a knot in the base of the glove to keep her precious payload safe.

As she went, though, she couldn't help but notice the tall dorsal fin following her progress along the edge of the tank. Tulley...

What had _he_thought about their little encounter? He was keeping everything but his fin below water, so she couldn't see his eyes or really anything else. Not much to judge on. But it had really been his idea in the first place, hadn't it? If he'd just gone along with the normal collection technique without causing problems, it wouldn't have been...

What had that just been? Had she just had sex with an orca? He'd licked her pussy. She'd sucked his cock. She'd rubbed her pussy against his cock. Maybe not full-on sex, but yiffing close. What would Ash think if he knew? She knew her husband played around with the girls in his college classes sometimes, and she knew she had tacit permission to do the same, in his sincere gratitude for letting him do that ... but this? He probably thought she'd mess around with a coworker here and there, or perhaps sneak off backstage with one of her fans. What would he think if he knew she'd done such things with an orca?

She could never tell him. Just the feelings of inadequacy that might cause... She could never crush him with the knowledge that Tulley's endowment was so much more than Ash could ever be, or that Tulley's tongue had given her the first real orgasm she hadn't given herself. No. If any word of this got out, she'd tell him that she fooled around with a coworker ... which was technically sort of the truth.

And what she could definitely never tell him - never tell anyone! - was that part of her was already desperately looking forward to when she might have an opportunity to do it again.

Chapter 2

Now with her red bikini on and still with her precious glove-full of slowly cooling orca semen, Pearl hurried around the walkways. She needed to get herself perfectly back in position so that nobody would notice before--

"Pearl!"

She froze in her tracks. That voice. Kathy's voice.

Kathy came around the corner from behind the main stage. She looked the otter up and down, her gaze lingering on the glove. "Tell me that's not..." Before Pearl could say anything, Kathy held her hand up. "No. Never mind. I do not want to hear any excuses or half-baked stories." She pointed at the glove. "If that's full of what I think it's full of, you'd better get it inside Kit-Kat as soon as you can."

Pearl blushed. Her hands instinctively moved to cover her very bare belly fur from Kathy's gaze ... even though Kathy must have already seen how soaking wet she was from her time in the tank. "You see, um... I was over, uh... And Tulley splashed--"

"I said I don't want to hear it. Just get it inside Kit-Kat and don't cause me any more problems than I already have, got it?"

At first she nodded, but as what Kathy was actually saying finally sunk into her, Pearl froze. "You want me to do the insemination procedure, too?"

Kathy turned around, her little bobbed tail twitching in its hole through her wetsuit. "And it had better take this time. You're already on thin ice with your unorthodox collection procedure."

But... But... How was Pearl supposed to make sure it 'took'? She didn't have any control over whether Kitkalta got pregnant or not! All she could do was to get the semen sample into her and hope for the best. That's all anybody_could do! And it wasn't like the breeding program had been all that successful so far. None of the experienced trainers were having any success, so why did Kathy expect _her to do so much better?

And how much did Kathy know, anyway? She'd seen the cum-inflated glove, of course, and she must have noticed that Pearl's fur was still damp ... but did she have any notion of just how unorthodox Pearl's procedure really had been? Surely not... If she _really_knew, she would already have fired Pearl on the spot. It must have just been the glove. Pearl had to admit that her jiggly glove full of semen looked really stupid, but there hadn't been any opportunity to fish the appropriate container out of wherever it had ended up in the Number 5 tank.

Whatever. At least it seemed like Pearl still had a job for now. As long as she could get Kit-Kat pregnant.

Good luck with that! She shook her head as she started heading for the Number 2 tank where Kit-Kat would be. She knew that the breeding program here had been trying to get Kitkalta pregnant for years now, but it just never seemed to work. The poor whale was on the verge of being declared infertile.

It reminded Pearl of when she and Ash had been trying for a baby, actually. Then, too, the doctors had been ready to label Pearl as all but infertile. But after one particularly good night in bed, the test had come back positive...

Actually, that gave her an idea. On that magical night, she'd been touching herself in addition to Ash doing his best. Thanks to her fingers rubbing on her own clit, she'd orgasmed just at the same time he did, and _that_night had ended up being the one night she'd ever successfully gotten pregnant. So... What if that was what Kit-Kat needed as well?

Pearl grinned to herself. Yes ... maybe if she played around with Kit-Kat a little more than usual, getting in the mood would make her more receptive. She'd seen how the other trainers did it. They just pumped it in as soon as they got the tube inside. And she had to admit that playing with Tulley had been a lot of fun. It couldn't hurt to do the same with Kit-Kat a little bit, could it?

And Kathy had pretty much told her to! Kathy had said to make sure it took this time. She hadn't been specific about just how to do that, so who could complain if Pearl came up with a new method?

The entrance to the Number 2 tank was blocked off by a waist-high white metal railing. A lot of the other trainers would just vault over this to spare themselves the trouble, but Pearl's body wasn't really suited to that kind of above-water acrobatics. Instead, she keyed the passcode into the little electronic lock on the gate. It clicked open and she headed up to the side of the tank.

Number 2 was the staging area immediately next to the big show tank - the Number 1 - which held the main stage and the grandstands. Kit-Kat would be in here because she'd been the main star for the last show of the day. At the end of the show, she'd have been returned to this rather small tank until being reunited with her mother in one of the larger tanks just before dark. Number 2 also functioned as an infirmary of sorts in the off hours, so it had some of the most comprehensive supply lockers in the whole facility.

Rather than summoning Kit-Kat to the edge right away, Pearl headed to those lockers. Using the official equipment with Tulley hadn't gone as planned at all, but that didn't mean she shouldn't try with Kit-Kat.

From the locker, she retrieved one of the long, clear insemination tubes. Just a length of clear hose with a big plastic syringe at one end. It looked really crude, actually ... almost as if it was something one of the trainers had pieced together after a trip to the hardware store. Maybe it was. After all, it wasn't as if there was a big industry out there producing whale-sized medical supplies. Almost everything they used here had to be custom made or special ordered.

She carefully untied the wrist of her well-stuffed glove, managing to only spill a little bit of the sticky white cream inside. Then she had to get the end of the clear hose into the glove and pull out the plunger on the syringe...

In the end, she had to hold the syringe against the concrete floor with one foot, holding both the glove and the hose in one hand and pulling the syringe with the other hand. It would have been so much easier if she had a little help. But then again, if anyone else had been here with her, she wouldn't have been able to try her new method. Carefully, she sucked all of Tulley's cum out of the glove. It wasn't easy - she had to jam the end of the hose into each finger of the glove one-by-one to suck the cum out of that finger before moving on to the next one, but eventually she got most of it. When she tossed the remains of the glove into one of the nearby wastebaskets, it only held a thin sheen of Tulley's cum.

Now the clear hose was packed with the thick white liquid through more than half its length. If Tulley had filled the entire collection container as planned, it would have been enough to fill up the entire hose and some of the syringe, too. But hopefully this would be enough. It only took one little sperm cell, right?

Briefly, she considered using another glove - a clean one - on the hand she'd use on Kit-Kat. No... Her webbed fingers barely fit into these standard gloves anyway, and these gloves only came up to the wrist. The last thing she needed was to risk losing her glove somewhere inside the whale. That would take a lot of explaining.

When Pearl turned toward the tank, she found Kit-Kat's head already poking up out of the water near the edge. The whale's glittering eye watched her with obvious interest. Kitkalta had always been an inquisitive and bright one, always eager to help and participate. She was one of the easiest whales to work with, which was why she was one of the first that Pearl was introduced to during her training period.

"Yes," Pearl said idly, "time for another dose, girl. You ready?"

As if in response to that, Kit-Kat submerged under the surface, disappearing from view. Maybe _not_ready, then? Pearl couldn't really blame her. The way this was normally done couldn't be very enjoyable for the relatively small whale. Just having a slender tube full of cooled-off cum inserted and then immediately pumped inside ... it made her shudder a little to think what that must feel like.

But Kit-Kat actually hadn't submerged because she was reluctant. A moment later, she came up to the side of the tank, then rolled belly-up, presenting herself for the procedure she must have known was coming.

Such a cooperative little girl. Well, little in the sense that she was only about half Tulley's size. She was still incredibly massive compared to Pearl.

Well, why wait? Tulley's sample wasn't getting any fresher. Pearl knelt down by the water's edge and leaned over the sleek line of the slit on Kit-Kat's underbelly, but she didn't immediately start jamming the hose into it, as would be the normal procedure. Instead, she gently brushed her fingers up and down it, hoping to tease Kit-Kat into at least a little bit of arousal.

She had to admit, it was working on herself, at least. Pearl had never thought of the whales this way before ... but after her experience with Tulley, she'd never be able to go back to that way of thinking.

Kit-Kat's flawlessly smooth pussy lips looked much the same as Tulley's slit had before she'd teased him out. The only difference was two much smaller slits to either side of it - her mammaries. Were those as sensitive for orcas as they were for her? Well, only one way to find out. It couldn't hurt to try. Pearl slid her finger over to the nearer of the two smaller slits, tracing her fingertip around it in slow, sensuous circles just like she might do with one of her own nipples. In fact, she wished she dared to do just that right now. It would be so easy to slip a hand inside her bikini top. But no ... what if someone saw?

It seemed like Kit-Kat was appreciating it, at least. Her body twitched and arched upward a little, raising her underbelly up a bit closer to Pearl. And when she stretched like that... Pearl looked up and down the whale's sleek body, licking her lips. When Kit-Kat's body went tense like that, it really accentuated her curves. The hint of strong muscles underneath really was breathtaking.

Pearl went back to rubbing Kit-Kat's pussy lips then, marveling at how warm they felt now. And the snow-white skin around them was blushing a little pink, too. Daringly, she slipped a finger between those big white lips. Kit-Kat twitched again, and she felt an already-slick warmth just inside.

Yes ... she was ready. Pearl brought the tip of the hose up with her other hand, ignoring the way it dripped a slow dollop of white onto her palm as she fumbled with it.

The moment she pressed it against Kit-Kat's slit, though, the orca surged away, diving down and spiraling around the edge of the round tank.

Pearl stood back up, the tip of the hose still in her off hand, and stared out at the water. Hm... Maybe Kit-Kat hadn't been as ready as she'd thought. Still, all of the orcas were supposed to be better trained than that. Once called up to the edge of the water, they were supposed to stay there until the trainer dismissed them.

But then again, Kit-Kat hadn't been called. She'd come on her own. Maybe that was why she thought she could leave whenever she wanted to?

Bending back down, Pearl slapped the water three times.

Kit-Kat returned quickly, poking her head up out of the water just in front of Pearl, just as she was supposed to. So much easier to work with her than _certain other_orcas Pearl could think of. But before Pearl could give the command that would tell Kit-Kat to roll over and present her belly, Kit-Kat opened her mouth, nodding her head up and down slightly as she make flicking motions with her big pink tongue.

Was she trying to tell Pearl something? No... She couldn't possibly mean that.

But what else could_it mean? This wasn't anything like the way the whales would come up with open mouths to beg for treats. And, in fact, as Pearl watched, the distinctly lewd licking motion became clearer and clearer. How had the idea gotten into Kit-Kat's head that Pearl would do that ... that Pearl even _could do that?

Tulley... It seemed impossible for the whales to be communicating to each other in such detail without being able to see each other. All the tanks except the quarantine tank were connected by open channels of water, separated by grates too narrow for an orca to pass through. If one of them 'said' something, the others would surely hear it. But never before had anyone guessed that they could communicate with this kind of detail. It was unprecedented! She'd have to ask Ash if there was anyone at the university who could help study it ... do a real experiment.

But for now... Well, she'd done it with Tulley, hadn't she? Why not for Kit-Kat as well? If that's what she wanted, why not give it to her?

Pearl shrugged, grinned despite herself, then gave the hand motion for Kit-Kat to come back along the side of the tank.

She did, and even faster than she usually responded to commands.

"You're an eager one, aren't you?" Pearl said. She wondered if Kit-Kat could hear her through the water. At this point, she was starting to wonder if Kit-Kat might even be able to understand her.

If Kit-Kat heard anything, she didn't respond to it. She just floated belly-up at the edge of the tank, patiently waiting for Pearl to begin again.

So she did. Pearl leaned out over Kit-Kat's white belly, once again teasing her slit and nipples with her fingers. But this time, she didn't stop there. After a quick glance around to make sure nobody was watching her, she bent down farther.

At first, she only kissed the smooth white skin _near_Kit-Kat's genitals. Still cool to the touch and salty from being so recently submerged. But as Pearl's fingers traced up and down the orca's slit, that pinkish blush came back, warming Kit-Kat's whole underbelly.

Barely daring to even breathe as she did so, Pearl ventured to slide her tongue up along one of the little side slits, right along what was basically one of Kit-Kat's nipples.

An immediate twitch ran through the whale's whole body, making the water ripple around her. Pearl darted back a little, but Kit-Kat arched her belly upward a little, which planted her nipple right back against pearl's lips.

Well ... that seemed like a positive reaction, so why not try a bit more? As Pearl licked a little more, tracing her tongue around the little slit that was nearly the size of her own pussy, she noticed Kit-Kat trembling under her hands. She could feel it through her lips, through her fingertips, through her delicately inserted tongue. And knowing that Kit-Kat was enjoying this much made her decide to be a little bolder.

Slowly, tentatively - even though she _knew_Kit-Kat had done far more than this before today - Pearl slid her hand across the orca's belly, right up until her fingers touched the bigger, deeper slit of Kit-Kat's pussy. Her fingertips just naturally seemed to slide right between the smooth outer lips - a barely perceptible bulge in Kit-Kat's underbelly that quickly gave way to a deep slit. Pearl's fingers felt hot already, just teasing along the outside and rubbing up and down the length of it.

This ... this felt really nice, actually. So warm and smooth...

Okay, she just had_to go for it. To hell with all the possible ways this could go wrong - the opportunity for an otter like her to eat out an orca was the chance of a lifetime ... of a million lifetimes. She couldn't go this far and _not do it!

Before she could lose her nerve, Pearl plunged her short muzzle right into Kit-Kat's slit, whiskers and all. At first there was an alarming twitch of the orca's whole body, but as Pearl brazenly ventured her tongue into Kit-Kat's entrance, she heard - or mostly felt - a deep moaning sound in the water ... deep like only a whale could make.

The hot pink flesh opening around her tongue pulsed a little, and Pearl tasted a slightly bitter tanginess that had nothing to do with the salty water of the tank.

Oh wow ... orca juices! It shouldn't have been so much of a shock to her. Only minutes ago, she'd had her whole mouth sloshing full of orca cum. But this was different somehow. This was special. Maybe it was because she'd never really considered herself bisexual. She'd never had any female's juices in her mouth, much less a feral's - a whale's! She licked as deeply as she could, tracing her tongue up and down through the long slit.

But of course, she couldn't get _nearly_as deep as Kit-Kat obviously wanted. Her tongue was barely long enough to reach beyond the orca's outer lips and slightly graze the deep hot well within. Her fingers, though...

She spread Kit-Kat's pussy lips open with one hand, running her fingers through the glistening pink mess that presented itself inside. A moment later, she was plunging her fingers down to the last knuckle inside Kit-Kat's pussy, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. She didn't stop licking though - along the huge slit, there was plenty of room for both her hand and her mouth to work, even as the palm of her hand began to slip inside.

The hot inner walls of Kit-Kat's pussy clenched and rippled over Pearl's hand, as if begging for more, trying to pull her deeper. Okay, well ... why not? Forming her fingers into the narrowest shape she could, Pearl slowly pushed her hand in down as deep as her wrist ... then even deeper. The orca's inner heat surrounded her, sweltering and sumptuously wet. She was so slick in there ... Pearl felt as if she could easily shove her entire arm inside.

That wasn't to happen, though. Not yet. As Pearl gently fisted the orca's pussy and licked along her slit, Kit-Kat suddenly tensed. Her inner grip around Pearl's hand intensified, almost to the point of being painful, and deep, rhythmic pulses ran along her inner walls. Her whole body twitched to the same rhythm, the long sleek lines of muscles along her belly standing out in sharp detail.

Almost as soon as Pearl realized what had happened - the very first female orca orgasm she'd ever witnessed - it was over. Hastily, she brought her other hand close and tried to insert the tube, but she'd missed her chance. Kit-Kat swam forward a little, forcing Pearl to follow her around the edge of the tank and making it practically impossible to insert the tube.

Thankfully, though, Kit-Kat was persuaded to stop moving when Pearl pressed her hand back inside, going deeper than ever before. That got the orca to arch her belly upward again, causing Pearl's hand to plunge even deeper, nearly up to her elbow inside the hot squeezing depths of the whale's pussy, and yet it still seemed bottomless, almost as if she could squeeze Pearl's whole body inside and still have room for more.

Carefully, and keeping a close eye on Kit-Kat's body every moment, Pearl began thrusting her arm in and out, coming as far out as to expose her wrist, plunging back in as far as her elbow ... even slightly farther than that, sinking her whole elbow inside as she got into the rhythm. Fist-fucking an orca ... who could have guessed she'd ever find herself doing something like this?

And Kit-Kat was no idle participant in this. Pearl was surprised to feel the orca's inner walls moving quite actively around her arm, twisting her hand around and forcing her to go at weird angles as she plunged it in and out. Kit-Kat's pussy was every bit as dextrous as Tulley's cock had been ... only on the inside, rather than the outside.

Briefly, Pearl wondered what it would be like to _be_an orca, to have a pussy that could move like Kit-Kat's, to be fucked by a male who could move his cock like Tulley. It would be a whole world of sensation she'd never before imagined...

But she had other things to pay attention to right now ... especially the way Kit-Kat's inner squeezes and bends were getting stronger and more urgent. She was getting close again!

This time, Pearl was ready. The next time she pulled her hand back, she pulled it out farther than usual, and she passed the cum tube from her free hand to her ... occupied hand. It wasn't easy, not with her hand as slathered in slick orca juices as it was, but she managed to grab hold of it and keep hold of it as she plunged back into Kit-Kat's hot depths.

Kit-Kat either didn't notice the cum tube this time, or she was too far along to care. Her inner muscles pulled and tugged on Pearl's arm, begging her for more, to go deeper.

And how could Pearl refuse? Literally, she wasn't sure she could stop if she tried. Kit-Kat's inner walls were strong, and leaned way out over the whale's belly as she was, it wasn't easy to pull back. She ended up going deeper and deeper, all the way until her shoulder pressed against Kit-Kat's warm entrance ... and only then did she finally seem to bottom out, not able to go any deeper.

As much as Pearl moved her arm in and out, it didn't _quite_seem like enough to get Kit-Kat to orgasm again. She tried going faster, going slower ... but even though the orca's deep moans echoed around the tank again, there was no tell-tale rhythmic pulsing of orgasm.

What would Tulley be doing if he was here? Remembering the way his cock had moved, Pearl did her best effort at imitating that. She bent her arm slowly back and forth at the elbow, curling her wrist around in all different directions, as if trying to stir Kit-Kat's insides, even as Kit-Kat's inner walls pressed back and twisted around on their own. With her free hand, she started rubbing her fingers along the now-spread entrance of Kit-Kat's pussy, hoping to add just the extra little bit of stimulation.

Yes! That was it! Kit-Kat's body went rigid, stiffly holding Pearl's arm in place as deep as she could possibly go, squeezing so strongly that Pearl couldn't possibly pull out. If the whale dove down into the water like this, Pearl might drown before she could extract herself.

Luckily for her, though, Kit-Kat had no intention of going anywhere but right here where the pleasure was. Her body started convulsing in orgasm once again.

Just as the deep, rhythmic pulsing began, Pearl took her free hand away from Kit-Kat's pussy lips and clutched for the syringe at the end of the tube. She missed it once, twice, had to physically follow the tube to the end of it ... but she did manage to find it before Kit-Kat's orgasm ended.

Wrapping her fingers around the syringe and pressing the top with her thumb, Pearl plunged the thick white cum down the tube. It had cooled quite a bit by now, and she felt that coolness slide down her arm, through the plastic tube wrapped around her bicep and forearm. And then down by her hand, finally, it surged freely out, spreading everywhere it possibly could. Deep down inside Kit-Kat's still-orgasming pussy, Tulley's cum gushed outward in one long, continuous stream.

The moment seemed to last for a very long time, though it was probably only mere seconds. Every hot pulse of Kit-Kat's pussy around her arm seemed like a momentous occasion. Every detail of the warm, slick inner secrets of the whale's body etched itself into Pearl's memory. And only slowly, ever-so-gradually, did Kit-Kat's body finally relax.

When Kit-Kat's body had finally stopped squeezing so hard, Pearl slowly withdrew her hand, using her other one to help push herself up from the orca's belly. Her whole arm was soaked with slick, syrupy orca juices ... except for her hand. Her hand came out dripping white, coated in Tulley's cum.

As soon as she'd pulled completely out, Kit-Kat swam away. Technically, she wasn't supposed to leave yet, but when she immediately came up for a deep breath of air only a few lengths away from the edge of the tank, Pearl had to forgive her. Even as an otter, she couldn't imagine going through two orgasms without being able to take a single breath!

While Kit-Kat caught her breath, Pearl took the opportunity to bend down and wash her arm off in the cold saltwater. Being coated up to the shoulder in various orca sexual secretions was something she did not want to have to explain to any of the other trainers.

But she'd done her job, and she'd done it well. She had the distinct feeling that it would take this time. And it filled her with an odd sort of pride that she'd just managed to get an orca - an orca! - pregnant. Well, okay, with a little help, but still!

Kit-Kat poked her head up out of the water and stared at Pearl. She had an odd look in her eyes now, one that Pearl had never seen in any of the orcas before. A look of deep contentment ... but also a very _personal_look, as if it was meant for Pearl and Pearl alone. The two of them shared a connection now, and even as Kit-Kat submerged again and began swimming slow and docile circles around the outside edge, that connection stayed in place.

Oh yes, Pearl could feel it. Kit-Kat was definitely_pregnant now. And even though Pearl hadn't orgasmed at all this time ... oddly enough, she kind of felt as if she had. It was almost as if _she was the one who came inside Kit-Kat. In a way, she had. Even if she'd had to borrow the cum, she was the one who delivered it.

And now, like Kit-Kat, Pearl had her own business to return to, her own world. But that connection would stay. She hoped the Aqua Action Adventure Park marketing guys would let her name the new baby, even though there was only a remote chance of that. But at some level, she felt like that new orca baby would be her baby too...

Chapter 3

When Pearl had finally finished her other chores around the orca enclosures, she headed back toward the Number 5 tank. It would be best if she could find a way to recover her one-piece swimsuit. Not because she'd ever be able to use it again - Tulley had torn it far too thoroughly for that - but just because if she could find it before anybody else did, that would be one less thing she'd have to try and explain later.

As she turned around the corner behind the main stage, though, she saw that she wasn't going to have any opportunity to go fishing for it, not yet at least. Kathy was there, waving goodbye to the other two trainers on duty, who were already in their street clothes and on their way out.

At first, Pearl was about to just back away quietly, but then Kathy turned right toward her. "Oh there you are!" She waved Pearl over. "Come on."

With no choice in the matter now, Pearl came over to join Kathy near the edge of the Number 5 tank.

"So, how did it go with Kit-Kat? You sure took your sweet time with it. Is it going to take?"

"I... I think so." Pearl snuck a glance past Kathy, trying to see if she could spot Tulley - or her swimsuit - in the tank. Maybe if she got a moment, she could cajole him into fetching it for her?

But Kathy seemed to notice where she was looking, then turned to see herself ... at _exactly_the wrong time. Just as Kathy looked in the tank, Tulley surfaced - upside down. His white belly breached the surface, and his big pink cock swayed back and forth above, for all the world as if he was waving at them.

"Aw, look." Kathy chuckled to herself. "I think he likes you!"

Pearl felt like she might die right there on the spot, either from fainting and falling in the pool or just having her head explode from the intensity of the blush she felt spreading.

Even worse, when Kathy turned back toward Pearl, she sniffed. It was plain to see: that slight wrinkling of her nose, the slight widening of her nostrils. Pearl felt as if she was one big spring, ready to bounce into the stratosphere - or maybe just shatter - from all the tension she found herself under. Pearl hadn't washed her hands or anything else that well ... and she winced to think of all the orca-based smells her boss's keen doggy nose might be picking up on her. Kathy stared at her, too, with an odd look in her eyes, and Pearl could only fervently hope that she wouldn't ask about the change in wardrobe ... especially in connection to any orca musk smells she might be sniffing.

But maybe today was Pearl's lucky day, because if Kathy did see or smell anything ... untoward, she didn't say anything about it. Instead, she gestured toward the walkway around the tanks. "Joe and Randy finished cleaning the feed bins for you, but that means they didn't have any time to swab the walkways." She turned back toward Pearl. "You don't mind doing that before you go home, do you?"

"I guess I can do that." She didn't actually mind swabbing the walkways. It was a fairly easy chore, and not particularly messy. It would take a while, though ... Ash might wonder what had kept her when she finally came home. Well, let him. He'd done the same to her plenty of times, with his private 'study sessions' with individual students. She never asked about those students, but she imagined them to be quite attractive young ladies. He could wait for her to come home just this once.

"Great." Kathy flashed a humorless smile ... or maybe it was just that _any_smile on a doberman's face would seem humorless. "I'm heading home for the day, but remember, those walkways had better be clean tomorrow."

Pearl nodded submissively, clutching her hands together close to her chest.

Seemingly satisfied with that, Kathy spun on her heel and strode off toward the locker room. And with a small sigh, Pearl headed toward one of the little cleaning supply cabinets tucked in strategic places all around the orca enclosures.

Swabbing the walkways was a simple enough task. It was a strict rule that no soap of any kind be used - they wouldn't risk it contaminating the tanks - so she simply needed to dip the mop head into the water of the tank itself and scrub off any obvious messy spots around the outside edge. Real cleaning and sanitation would come from the park janitorial staff about once a month when they'd run a big noisy power washer and steam cleaner over it. The whales hated that thing. This swabbing was just to keep things from piling up too bad between deep cleanings. Any messes would get soaked into the water and later picked up by the huge filtration systems in the very back of the orca area.

Had her swimsuit already found its way into those filtration systems? She sure didn't see it floating at the top of the Number 5 tank anywhere ... but maybe it had only sunk to the bottom? No way to check. They had to call the park maintenance guys whenever there was a problem with the filters. None of the trainers were qualified - or allowed - to do anything with that stuff.

A door slammed closed somewhere on the far side of the tank, and Pearl looked up just in time to see Kathy - now in tight khaki shorts and a tank top - on her way out of the orca enclosure and no doubt on her way home.

And that meant that Pearl was officially the last one here, left cleaning the floors after everyone else was able to go home.

She liked this job, she really did. And she _loved_working with the whales. But why did she have to always get stuck with the worst jobs and the worst hours? Yeah, yeah, she was the most junior trainer and all ... but she was still an orca trainer, which was a pretty big deal around here. She'd had to go through months of training herself to be ready for it. So why was she stuck here being a glorified janitor, given all the worst jobs?

As she paused her swabbing for a moment, Tulley surfaced again. Once again, he rolled over and put on a blatant display, waving his cock in the air right in front of her.

Quickly, she looked away, and even though there was nobody else around to see her, she still felt her face heating into another blush. Okay, well, maybe that job wasn't the worst. With a smile and a wistful shake of her head, she went back to her mopping. The sky was already starting to fade from blue to yellow ... not quite sunset, but it wouldn't be far off, and she'd rather not have to finish this job in the dark.

But as she cleaned her way around the rest of the tank, Tulley's displays didn't get any less obnoxious. He came closer and closer to the tank's edge, showing off the way his huge cock could move more and more enthusiastically. Now and again, he'd slap it wetly against his own belly.

"Yes," Pearl said in some hissing halfway point between a whisper and a shout, "I noticed, okay? You can put it away now."

It didn't stop him from doing it, of course. Even if he could understand the words, it was doubtful that he'd be able to hear them very well under the water like that. So her only breaks from Tulley's exhibitionism were the occasional times he had to roll back over and breathe.

The worst part about it was that it was working. Her progress around the edge of the tank had become considerably slower. She kept looking over at him - at his cock - constantly. It was just so thick, so strong, so warm... The memory feeling the base of it pressing against her pussy as she sucked his tip kept resurfacing, and every time it played again through her mind, she felt a bit more wet warmth in her bikini's bottom half.

How dare he tease her like this? He must know that there was no way she could do that again, not ever!

Only ... could she? Nobody was here to see them. She could do it again right now, not even worrying about collecting any sample. Just for fun. Nobody would stop her, nobody would know. Just her and Tulley. And that massive cock ready to wrap around her, plunge into her, stretch her from the inside in ways she'd never before...

No! She almost slapped herself. What the heck was she thinking? There were a thousand reasons she should never even consider_doing something like that. If anybody ever found out, she'd lose her job - she'd never work with ferals again, not with a record like that. It was bestiality to play with ferals like that - the dirtiest of the dirty - no matter how intelligent they seemed to be. She was _married, and quite happily so - even if her husband would let her play around a little with others, there was no way he could ever understand this.

But what if none of them ever found out, a traitorous little voice in her head suggested.

If it hadn't been for Tulley, she might have been able to recover from that temptation. But he just had to go and pick the worst possible moment to come _all_the way to the edge of the tank, propping his belly against the side wall and laying the pink girth of his cock right down in front of her feet, so close she'd have to move it in order to mop the next section.

Okay, well, what if she didn't do everything her body wanted? It ... it wouldn't hurt just to touch him a little, would it?

Barely daring to breathe, her hand trembling, she put the mop aside and squatted down next to the huge, slithering pink cock on the white concrete in front of her. Her hand paused just before she touched it. She hadn't yet. She could still turn back. She could still go back to swabbing...

Tulley's cock moved, jerking upward as if it somehow knew where her hand was. And the moment its warmth touched her palm, her fingers instinctively wrapped around it ... at least as far around as they could stretch.

A shudder ran through her whole body at the feeling of that lithe pink shaft in her hand. Oh, the way it moved against her palm! Somehow, she'd almost forgotten that already, but how could she forget a feeling like _this?_Without even thinking about it, she grabbed hold of him with her other hand, too, and she began stroking him up and down. Her hands slid along his smooth, muscley length so perfectly, following the ever-changing contours of his bending and flexing cock.

And those movements were not blind and random - they were purposeful. There was no mistaking the way his tip curled back around to touch her arm, then slowly began working its way up, past her bicep, slightly distracted for a moment playing against her bikini-clad breast, then up over her collarbone, tracing the contour of her neck upward...

He was clearly, unmistakeably, searching for her mouth again. And before long, he found it. His big, oddly shaped pink tip prodded against her short muzzle, seeking entrance, even as she kept on stroking him with both hands.

At first, she resisted. She held her mouth tightly shut, even as the very tip of Tulley's cock played along her lips, trying to squeeze in between them. Her resistance didn't last for long, though. The memory of taking him in her mouth earlier today was too strong, and despite the forcefulness of his orgasm, she couldn't help but remember the salty, musky taste of his cock in her mouth and the warm, sloshing feeling of her cheeks bulging with his hot cum.

She opened her mouth. It was a foregone conclusion. And she wrapped her lips around his tip just as eagerly as he shoved his tip inside.

So warm! His enormous, fleshy tip immediately filled her whole mouth to the brim, straining her jaw open just to accommodate him. But the lust fogging Pearl's brain didn't care. Being huge was a bonus. She could never feel this full from trying to suck Ash's little otter cock. Only an orca could own her entire mouth like this _and_still give her plenty of writhing length to play her hands along. Pearl tenderly tongued the tip of his cock inside her mouth, pleasuring the orca the best she possibly could.

Unfortunately, her best wasn't good enough for Tulley. He wanted more. Pearl gagged and moaned at the same time as his tip tried to force itself down her throat, trying to take her completely. But it just wouldn't fit. He was too big for her, and even the pushing force of his strong cock couldn't force his bulged tip down.

Desperately, before his strength overcame her and ruined her, Pearl yanked her head away from his tip, popping it out of her mouth.

But that wasn't _nearly_enough to scare her away from pleasuring him more ... from taking more pleasure from him. Instead of taking his tip in her mouth again, she leaned a little farther down and began running her lips up and down his immense length. They could only stretch a pathetic fraction of the way around his thickness, but she tried her best all the same, eagerly flicking her tongue over the bulk of his shaft as she went along.

And as much as she enjoyed running her hands up and down the firm, ever-changing curves of his cock, she needed at least one hand for a certain something else. She stole her right hand away from his shaft and instead slipped it right down the front of her bikini. Instantly her fingers swam in a hot puddle of her own slippery juices, making it so_easy to slide two fingers up and down either side of her clit, just the way she liked it. She moaned again, without taking her mouth away from the side of Tulley's shaft. _Yes! Her imagination reeled with the remembered feeling rubbing her bare pussy against the base of Tulley's shaft. It had been so big, so firm and round, so hot against her. Fingers just weren't enough! She had to feel that again!

When she pulled away from Tulley's cock, he seemed to know what was going on. Or maybe he just needed to take a breath. But when he surfaced again, he poked his whole head up out of the water, turned to the side and watching with all sign of intense interest as she quickly pulled the bottom half of her bikini down off of her legs. After a moment's consideration about losing another swimsuit in this tank, she pulled her top off as well, leaving both of them in a tidy little heap as far from the tank as she could toss them.

As soon as she was naked - in a place where she had absolutely no business being nude, that nagging part of her mind reminded her - Tulley presented himself at the edge of the tank, once again belly-up and with his huge cock on proud display.

This time, Pearl had no inhibitions left. She eagerly stepped out onto Tulley's smooth belly, kneeling on his soft white skin and sliding herself closer to what she wanted.

The moment the hot, broad curve of his girth settled in between Pearl's legs, she let out a loud, uninhibited moan. Nobody was out here to hear that - only her and Tulley. And she wanted him to hear it. She wanted him to know how much she needed him, how much she loved the feeling of his thick shaft sandwiched between her thighs and soaking against her dripping pussy juices.

Holding his cock against her chest with her hands, she began rubbing herself up and down his entire length, jerking him off with her entire body, including - and especially - her pussy lips, spread as far as they could go along the wide curve of his shaft.

Maybe it was her instinctual desire, maybe it was something clever about the way he moved his cock ... but every time she rose and fell, she found herself rising a little higher, bringing herself a bit closer to his tip. She licked it at first, when it passed up and down in front of her mouth, but things didn't stop there. Far from it. Even though she had some notion of where this might end up, she didn't stop as his tip started playing along the curves of her breasts, as it swished back and forth over the carefully-maintained flatness of her belly and abs. Her hands lost their grip on him after that, once he was barely touching anything but her thighs and the juicy treasure between them. Somehow, she'd scooted far forward on his belly, leaving his tip playing right along her entrance.

It was madness, she knew. Insane. That thing was almost as big as she was. There was no way it could ever fit.

Oh, but she wanted it to. She needed it to. Never before - not even in her first heady days of romance with Ash - had she ever felt this primal need for cock_before. She needed to claim him, to wrap him inside her pussy and own this massive beautiful cock of his. The warmth of his tip teasing her entrance was beyond anything she'd ever felt. No matter the size, it _had to happen. He had to be hers, and at least for this one wonderful moment, hers alone.

Taking a deep breath to steel herself, she pushed back against him.

She screamed - screamed! - her cry echoing off the enclosure's walls. That massive tip of his strained against her pussy lips, stretching them well beyond anything she'd ever felt before. But that warmth... His tip had a little bit of a point at the end of it, and that delicious little nub was already inside her - inside her! She had to have it all, and to the pits with how impossible that would be. She needed all of him, and she needed it now!

With another massive push, she finally overcame the resistance. The bulb at Tulley's tip squeezed down a little, squashed by the pressure into something that could finally fit inside. And with a pop, he was in. He was in!_Pearl felt the mass of his tip inside her pussy like a big hot fist inside her. This wasn't like having sex with Ash, when she'd feel the sensation of his cock sliding over her inner walls. This was being _filled. Filled to the brim. The pressure of it, the firm mass of it inside her, refusing to give way ... she was being claimed in a way she'd never known possible, her body rearranging itself on the inside to give Tulley more room, molding itself to fit his shape.

And things didn't stop there. Despite the intensity of the heat and pleasure washing through her, deep down Pearl knew that she should be careful, that she should take it slow, that there was no way she could have all of him. She had to know her limits. But Tulley had his own opinions about it, and that prehensile cock of his had a way of working its way in deeper, just wriggling its way right in.

Pearl went almost limp, her face patting against Tulley's belly while her ass stayed in the air behind her. In only a few deft motions, Tulley had gone from having only the bulb of his tip inside her to probing the utter limits of her depths. She'd still only taken a tiny fraction of his length, but she was now absolutely full, stuffed to the brim. Every last bit of her inner walls were stretched to their utmost, her body accommodating the massive orca cock as well as it possibly could.

And then he started moving it.

Without thrusting up with his body, without anything that might make Pearl slip off of him, he simply began moving his cock, sliding it in and out of her as if she was being fucked by some giant tentacle. Her whole body rocked back and forth with every smooth, powerful thrust.

He wasn't like other males she'd been with - thankfully so. Where they might have gotten carried away, plunging in as hard as they could in jerky, unpredictable movements, Tulley's cock slid over her inner walls in the kind of smooth, absolutely controlled rhythm that could only be achieved with such massive strength held back in tight control.

She was so_grateful for that control, too. Even as her body reeled with the unimaginable erotic sizzle of being taken by something so huge, so hot, so relentless, she retained enough to be thankful to Tulley for holding himself back. If he'd fucked her without inhibition, he could have _destroyed_her from the inside out. The power behind his thrusts could easily have left her torn and bleeding. But he didn't. His slow, steady rhythm was _just gentle enough for her to handle, just_gentle enough for her to enjoy, rather than suffering. And thanks to his surprisingly gentle lovemaking, she was being driven closer and closer to an inevitable peak ... one she'd never experienced from penetration before. Then again, she'd never been penetrated like _this before.

Tulley wasn't done, though. This wasn't enough for him. Soon, Pearl felt him probing slightly deeper with every thrust, pushing just a little bit more and a little bit longer at the end. And she felt a tell-tale little pinch. The little point at the very tip of his cock had slipped into her womb for a brief moment.

As soon as that happened, Tulley pulled back, sliding almost all the way out of her strained pussy, leaving only the fat bulb of his tip inside.

Pearl braced herself, breathing in shuddering gasps. Somehow, she already knew what was coming ... and despite knowing that it was a terrible idea, she couldn't quite convince her body. Her body knew, too, and from some insanity of lust, it wanted it.

When Tulley's cock pushed into her again, it went _all_the way in. Deep down inside her, her last barrier gave way, and with a pained cry, Pearl felt Tulley's huge tip enter her womb. Now, every part of her insides were pressed tightly against him, and the tight ring of her cervix squeezed hard just under the bulb of his tip, locking him in place.

It hurt. It hurt, and yet somehow she didn't feel it as pain. It was just more pleasure. More bliss of being completely and utterly taken. She belonged to him now. He belonged to her. Everything inside her existed to please that stiff cock inside her. Everything in him existed to send that hot fire into her, churning endless waves of blind pleasure that washed through her entire being.

What little rational corner of her mind that was still left raced. Could ... could she get pregnant from this? Pulling out before the end would be impossible at this point, she knew. But, oh, those cross-breeding fertility tables they taught in sex ed class were so complicated! Why didn't she pay more attention?

Slowly, with merciful gentleness, Tulley began moving his cock again. Not in and out anymore - there would be no coming out until his cock softened at least a little, until her pussy stopped clenching down on him at least a little. He twisted it and rocked it sideways inside her, always slipping his wonderfully smooth pink cock against her inner walls ever so delicately, with his enormous tip still buried deeper than anything was ever supposed to go.

Pearl felt like a puppet in a puppeteer's hands. Every slight twitch and motion of Tulley's cock inside her sent coruscating ripples of pressure and pleasure through her, more than enough to mask the pain. It was as if he could control any part of her body by simply moving his cock inside her ... but the only sensation he chose to elicit was absolute bliss.

It didn't take long. Of course it didn't. She'd never felt anything like this before. With every last bit of her stimulated from the inside, she clenched down on his cock harder and harder, as if her body was desperate to lock him in place inside her ... as if he wasn't already. Her breathing went from shallow gasps to nothing at all as the big squeeze finally came.

When it hit her, her entire body convulsed, her back arching upward and her face tilting up into the sunset sky. She screamed_out her ecstacy at the top of her lungs, and so what if everyone left in the park heard her? If she could have plunged herself down any deeper, she would have. _This was it. This was what she'd always needed but never known. This was completion.

As the second wave of orgasm pulsed through her, she let out a deep, throaty moan. No mere outcry of passion, this meant something ... something that even a feral like Tulley should be able to understand. Because she didn't care anymore. She _wanted_it. No one - not even something as distantly related as an orca - could hear the sound coming from her throat and not know the meaning: 'Take me. Fill me. Make me pregnant. Make me yours!'

The first powerful jet of cum hit her so hard she slammed back down against Tulley's belly, her whole body recoiling with the immense force. Only in the brief pause before the next one did she feel the hot sticky mass of it sloshing inside her, already filling her completely to the brim. The next plumed in right after it, swelling her womb big and round. But with his bulbed tip plugging the entrance of her womb so tightly, there was nowhere for it to go.

Pearl whimpered in the indistinguishable mix of pleasure and pain as Tulley ballooned her womb open, easily overpowering the squeezing convulsions of her suddenly renewed orgasm. Nothing could stop the immense force of his hot cum pumping into her.

In disbelief, she reached down with her trembling hand and felt her belly. No longer svelte and flat, it already bulged outward as if she'd been pregnant for months, and every powerful throb of Tulley's cock swelled her belly a little bit more.

Her orgasm hit her all over again, harder than ever, harder than she knew possible. She was floating in it, washed away in the flow of it, drowning in it. All she could feel was the boom boom boom of the orca's cock pulsing more cum inside her. The world faded away, going dark even with her eyes wide open. There was just no_room inside her for anything except for the swelling of Tulley's cum and the maelstrom of her own overloaded orgasm. The last thing she felt was collapsing flat against Tulley, her own swollen, sloshing belly pressed tightly in between the two of them, his cock _still throbbing into her.

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Pearl awoke gradually and groggily. Her whole body was bent backward at an odd angle. There was a strange fullness inside her, and a deep abiding ache. Her fingers and toes trailed along in cold water...

Unable to make sense of any of this, she slowly opened her eyes and blinked them clear. Stars ... endless stars. She stared straight up into the clear night sky above her, still uncomprehending, still not able to process the snippets of too-vivid memory that tried to come rushing back into her.

A deep, blowing breath bellowed out from just behind her left shoulder. The sound of an orca's blowhole.

Tulley!

All at once, it came back to Pearl. She suddenly understood where she was - lying on Tulley's back, completely nude, floating in his tank - and what she'd done - had sex with him, letting him take her, letting him fill her! Her hand shot up to her own belly. It was still bigger than usual, with an oddly squishy, sloshy feel to it ... but nowhere near as big as it had been. That probably had something to do with the warm, wet, and vaguely sticky feeling swamping all over her tail and inner thighs.

She took a slow, revitalizing breath of the chilly night air.

Oh, she knew she should never even _think_about doing that again. Even just that once had been more than a lifetime's worth of risk. But she already knew herself too well. She knew she'd finish swabbing the walkways, even in the eerie darkness. And she'd convince herself that it was a one-time thing, that once she'd gotten it out of her system, she'd never need to do it again.

And she also knew that it would be a lie. She would not be able to resist the next opportunity. Otter and otter or otter and orca, it didn't matter. Love was love.

So why rush into it? With one hand, she idly stroked up and down the smooth skin along Tulley's side. The walkways could wait. Denial and self-reproach could wait. For now, all she wanted was to cuddle her orca under the stars for just a bit longer.

Chapter 4

The next day had been surprisingly routine. Sure, she'd gotten home _very_late last night, but Ash hadn't even asked why. And besides a few odd looks from Kathy, everything during work had gone along just like normal. The morning feeding, the five shows of the day, and even the afternoon cleanup had all been the same as always. Pearl didn't even have to endure any teasing from Tulley. She'd been afraid that he'd come up and start waving his cock at her again, probably every time she walked by. But no ... he'd been on his best behavior today.

And now she was on her last task of the day: cleaning out the feed bins once again. She was taking her sweet time with it, though, lackadaisically moving the soapy rag up and down inside the fishy-smelling bins. Even after the most thorough cleaning anyone could give, the bins always smelled of old fish. It was normally something she'd rush through and get done as quickly as possible in order to escape the smell, but today she lingered.

Most of the other trainers had already gone home. It was just her and Kathy now. And if Kathy stayed true to form, she'd leave and tell Pearl to finish cleaning the bins before going home.

And if Pearl was the last one here...

Well, that was another reason she was a bit slow to get the bins clean. These bins weren't far from the Number 5 tank, and she kept distracting herself with thoughts of Tulley ... and especially what they'd done together last evening. Once Kathy went home, maybe she'd be able to try it again. She knew she shouldn't ... but she also knew she just had to take the opportunity if there was one.

When she heard footsteps coming from behind her, she pulled herself out of the big bin and turned to see Kathy standing over her, already in her street clothes: another pair of khaki shorts, but with a green button-up blouse this time.

Kathy tilted her body to one side and propped a hand on her hip. "Alright, I've got a family to get back to, and I can't stay here all day just to make sure you get those bins cleaned."

"Don't worry," Pearl said cheerfully. "I'll get them cleaned up, no problem!"

"You'd better." Kathy gave her an oddly piercing look, as if secretly judging her somehow. "But yeah, I've got to go. See you bright and early tomorrow."

Pearl waved goodbye to Kathy, even though Kathy didn't look back to see it. Perfect. She smiled to herself as she went back to cleaning the bins ... more forcefully now, eager to get this last task out of the way. By the time she was done here, Kathy would definitely be long gone, and she'd have the orca enclosure to herself again. She'd have Tulley_to herself again. Despite the smell of the bins, she licked her lips at the thought of him ... and between her legs, the crotch of her _new one-piece swimsuit - a striking black one - grew a little darker and a little wetter.

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Even though she _knew_all the other orca staff were long gone, Pearl still found herself nervously glancing over her shoulder as she approached the Number 5 tank. The bins were absolutely clean, and she'd even taken the time to head into the locker room and rinse herself off, still in her black swimsuit. Orcas didn't really have any sense of smell to speak of, but _she_didn't want to go into this smelling like old fish. She hadn't bothered drying herself off. It didn't matter that she left a dripping trail from the locker room to the Number 5 tank, and if things went the way she hoped they would, she'd be getting wet all over again very soon anyway.

And then she was there, right at the edge. It was a short walk from the locker room, after all.

At first, she couldn't really muster the nerve to actually do it. Yesterday seemed like a one-time thing. It would be so easy to believe that it would only happen yesterday, and then the rest of her life would go on again like normal.

But there was something deep inside of her, even deeper than the ache that hadn't quite healed since yesterday, and that something drove her onward. She had to have him again. And again. As many times as she could get away with. That illicit part of her couldn't tolerate the idea of wasting a single opportunity to experience him again. Missing out on that would just be too tragic to even contemplate. She'd regret it forever if she didn't do this.

Breaking out of her momentary paralysis, she dropped to her knees at the edge of the tank and slapped the surface of the water three times before she could change her mind.

At first ... nothing. Was he going to be difficult again today?

Just as she was going to try slapping the water again, the enormous dark shape of him swelled up from right underneath her. Instead of making a big, threatening lunge, though, he slowed as he came out of the water, coasting to an expertly balanced stop just as his closed mouth touched Pearl's lips.

Pearl's eyes went wide at the feeling of his salty kiss, but as soon as she'd realized what it was, she reciprocated, kissing him back even though the slight gap between his closed lips was wider than her whole mouth. She tasted his saltwater lips with her tongue and ran her hands over the smoothness of his big black domed head, embracing him as well as she could.

It only lasted for a moment, but it left Pearl reeling. After everything she'd already done, this was still a first: she'd kissed an orca!

Tulley backed away from the edge a little bit, then started kicking with powerful pulses of his tail flukes, churning the water as he kept perfectly balanced, raising himself higher and higher until he stood on his tail in the water like a dolphin. That was a trick nobody had taught him!

Once he'd risen high enough, Pearl's breath caught in her throat. _That's_why he was doing it, to show off not only his athleticism, but also his big pink cock: already erect and now bouncing in the air in front of her with every motion of his powerful tail.

Not even _he_could keep that up forever, though. As he gracefully sank back down into the water, he turned slightly to the side, watching her expectantly.

Pearl's hands were moving before she even realized what she was doing. Only after slipping the straps of her one-piece over her shoulders did she realize that she was undressing for him - as he watched! - and she was doing it on command. Was she training him, or was he training her?

What was she doing? She was getting in way over her head here. It was crazy to even get near the water with something so huge and so dangerous as Tulley. And to do ... to do what she was thinking of doing... Unthinkable.

And yet, her hands kept moving. She stripped the tight black fabric off of her breasts, pulled it the rest of the way down her body, shimmied it down over her hips ... and it dropped down to the white concrete around her feet. Tulley watched her with evident interest the whole time, and she couldn't escape the feeling that she was giving a strip tease just for him. He slowly drifted closer and closer to the edge of the tank, his big eye drinking in every detail of her body.

Suddenly, it felt as if she was being watched. Of course she was being watched - Tulley was right there, staring at her. But she was suddenly aware of her nakedness, aware of how pathetic her little body was. What was she doing? This was stupid, this was crazy. She had to stop it. No ... yesterday would be a one-time thing. She had too much at risk. She couldn't satisfy these insane urges of hers, she had to stop, and she had to stop it now, while she still could.

Just as she was about to bend down and pull her swimsuit back up, Tulley suddenly vanished, diving down deep.

Pearl paused for a moment, staring at where his head had been poking out of the water. Huh? What had spooked him all of the sudden? What in the world could scare an orca?

Strong brown arms closed around her from behind, sliding up to her breasts and down almost to her pussy. Two big firm tits pressed against her bare back. "So, Pearl, working on a late night project? What are you up to?"

It was Kathy! Pearl's whole body went instantly stiff. "I, uh..." She squirmed, trying to slip out of Kathy's grasp, but the doberman's grip was just too strong. "I was just..." Come on, come on, she grilled herself. She had to come up with some excuse. But what excuse could there possibly be for stripping naked at the edge of the tank? "I got something on my--"

"You know, I usually don't check the security cameras very often..."

Pearl suddenly stopped squirming. Her eyes shot up to one of the many cameras up on light poles around the orca enclosures.

"...But after you and Tulley started getting along so well, I just had to take a peek."

Pearl's whole body started trembling. If it weren't for Kathy holding her from behind, she probably would have collapsed down onto her knees.

"And you know, you've got some very interesting collection techniques. No wonder you came back with your breath smelling like orca semen."

Was that it? Had she only seen the part in the daytime? Maybe if Pearl could convince her it was necessary, that there was no other way to get the sample...

"And later in the night ... Mmm..." Kathy came in close, her muzzle right up against Pearl's ear. "That was just amazing. I've never seen anything like it. You're a very brave little otter, you know that?"

"I ... I didn't..." What was left to her but blank denial? What else could she possibly say?

"You know, since it's just the two of us here now, maybe you could give me a little demonstration." Kathy squeezed pearl's breast roughly. "Show me how it's done."

Was she really suggesting...? No! She couldn't be! Doing it again, _in front of Kathy?_Even if that was what Kathy wanted - which it couldn't possibly be - there was no way Pearl could bring herself to do it. "I ... I can't!"

"You did it before, didn't you? Don't even try to deny it again. I've seen the tapes."

Pearl's legs went completely weak, surrendering her to Kathy's grasp. She made a little whimpering sound of wordless protest, which was all she could manage.

"Oh?" Kathy's other hand slid just a little lower and cupped around Pearl's pussy, swishing and sliding against her copiously leaking juices. "Don't want to provide an in-person demonstration?" Her hand moved more, one of her fingers even slipping inside_pearl's pussy a little. "Well then, if you won't teach me that way, I suppose I'll just have to gather the whole trainer team so we can review the tapes together. Won't _that be interesting?"

Letting out a little squealing gasp, Pearl renewed her struggle. No! She wouldn't!

But oh yes, she would. Pearl knew that Kathy was just crazy enough to follow through on a threat like that. And what a threat it was... Word was sure to get out after that. She'd lose her job, maybe her husband, her whole life ... all gone. Worst of all, she'd never get to see Tulley again, not even from the grandstands, since the park would certainly ban her for life...

"Well?" Kathy stroked her finger firmly and smoothly in and out of Pearl's pussy as if she had all the right in the world to do it. "Will you?"

"I, um..." Pearl let out something between a gasp and a whimper as Kathy's hot lips pressed against the curve of her neck. "Ohh... Okay! Okay! I'll do it!"

Kathy instantly released her, causing her to collapse to her hands and knees by the water's edge, her bare ass raised behind her. "There's a good girl." Kathy slapped her resoundingly on her ass. The sound echoed back and forth all over the enclosure. "And maybe I can give you some pointers, too."

Pearl looked back over her shoulder at her boss. "Huh?"

Leaning down closer, Kathy ran her hand up and down the still-stinging curve of Pearl's upturned rump, until she poked one fingertip indelicately against Pearl's asshole. "I bet you could take him a lot deeper if you took it in the ass."

She gasped again. What? That was impossible! "But, but..."

"Yes, that's right, Pearl. In your butt." Kathy came over alongside Pearl and slapped the water three times.

Tulley came right up to the edge, even more readily than he had before. And when Kathy gave the signal with her upturned palms, he did just as he'd been trained, coming up alongside the edge of the tank belly up. His cock was still fully erect, curving idly in the air in front of them.

Slowly, Tulley drifted along the edge, his raised and waving cock edging closer and closer to Pearl. And she watched it drawing nearer, still doubled over right at the edge of the tank. It was all she could do. Part of her wanted to run away as fast as she could and never look back. Part of her wanted to lunge forward and wrap herself around that colossal pink cock of his. And between those two warring desires inside her, she just couldn't do anything.

But Tulley took care of that. As he came right up next to her, he tilted his body to the side a little, the oddly shaped tip of his cock questing back and forth as if searching for her. Whether luck, fate, or just Tulley's skill, the first thing his warm, firm cock bumped heavily into was Pearl's muzzle. The heft of it knocked her to the side a little, and the steamy-hot tip brushed from her whiskers over her lips.

With the unique and distinct smell of him filling her nose and the taste of him only a hair's breadth away, that desire to run fell away as easily as her swimsuit had. She opened her mouth and gave him her tongue, sliding it over the thick curve of his shaft near the tip.

Of course, he wasn't satisfied with just that. His tip curled back against her tongue and followed it upward.

Pearl's eyes rolled up into her head a little as Tulley just _took_her mouth. The hot mouthful of his tip squeezed itself right inside, leaving her to let out a muffled squeak around its girth - something between a cry of pleasure and a squeal of fear. Her juices ran in rivulets down her thighs. Her hands shot up to grab his shaft ... partly to stroke him into even more pleasure, partly to try and limit just how far his tip could slither down her throat. All that mattered was that big pink cock.

Well, until she saw Kathy stepping out onto Tulley's belly.

Still clothed, Kathy slid on her knees right up until she was just in front of his cock. Wasn't she worried about falling into the water? It would be awfully cold for her with no specially adapted insulating fur or wetsuit... But Kathy didn't seem to mind the risk. She straddled herself around his cock so closely that the base of it was between her legs and so low that the bottom edge of her shorts got a little wet from his skin. With one hand, she blatantly started rubbing herself through her shorts, and with the other, she reached up to caress Pearl's hair. "You can do better than that, can't you?"

Pearl looked up at her, mumbling a muffled "Hmm?" around her thick mouthful.

Smiling sweetly, Kathy wrapped her hand around the back of Pearl's head and pulled.

With Tulley cooperating by constantly trying to wriggle his way in, it could only end one way. Pearl's eyes bulged as she felt the huge swell of Tulley's tip slide down into her throat. She gagged and choked a little - of course she did - but that didn't change anything. Her whole body shook, and sloppy drool sputtered out around her lips, but the two of them just took her throat as if they owned it. Her mouth strained open wide around the increasing girth of his cock as it sank deeper into her.

The worst part wasn't that she couldn't breathe, wasn't the retching feeling even deeper inside her than Tulley's tip reached, and wasn't even the sound of Kathy's gloating little chuckle at her suffering. The worst part was that she was enjoying it. There was a part of her - a part she didn't even like admitting to herself - that thrived on losing control like this, on being taken and used - will she, nill she. Some of that weakness in her legs wasn't due to lack of breath or shock. It was the same feeling she'd gotten when Tulley toyed with her deep in the tank ... maybe not quite as intense as the panic of wondering whether she'd been eaten or drowned first by this predator to vastly superior to her, but still. It was a taste of something she'd craved without knowing it or admitting it to herself, and that meant far more to her than the mere sensation of Tulley's thick, hot cock sliding down through her throat.

Thankfully, Kathy seemed to know that Pearl had _some_limits to what she could do. By the time Pearl started to feel woozy, Kathy had already changed direction, helping pull Pearl off of Tulley's cock instead. She even stopped rubbing herself in order to grab one hand tightly around his shaft and help tug his now-slimy cock out of Pearl's mouth.

When his tip finally came free, Pearl collapsed, coughing and gagging. Her upper body fell flat against Tulley's broad white belly while her legs splayed out behind her on the concrete outside the tank. Her tail twitched uncontrollably, and her tongue lolled out against Tulley's too-salty skin.

"Not bad," Kathy said. "Probably better than I could do, and I've had more practice - my husband's a Clydesdale."

Pearl slowly turned her head, looking up at Kathy with half-focused eyes. Briefly, she tried to imagine Kathy's horsey husband and what Kathy must do with him ... but her imagination kept supplying giant black-and-white orca bodies instead, along with giant pink orca cocks. Of course, that _might_have had something to do with the way Tulley's cock had bent over and begun prodding at her body. The warm tip felt nice as it nudged her in different places up and down the curve of her back. Kind of like a massage...

"Well, are you just going to lay there, or are you going to give him what he wants?"

It wasn't until Kathy physically yanked her out onto Tulley's belly that Pearl finally got control of herself enough to move again. And once she did ... well, of course she had only one goal in mind. She got up to her feet - holding onto Kathy's shoulders for support - and positioned herself above Tulley's eagerly questing cock.

His tip rubbed its way up between her thighs, making her twitch a little at the warm sensation, but then it slipped right up past her pussy lips and up her belly, soon getting distracted trying to find a way into her belly button.

Kathy soon set him right, though. Gripping his shaft just below the tip with impressive strength, she shoved him back down and got him lined up with Pearl's pussy instead.

Tulley's cock surged_into her, with no attempt at subtlety. If he hadn't been soaked with the syrupy spit from deep inside her throat, if she hadn't been drenched with her own warm juices flowing ... well, it wouldn't have felt _nearly as pleasurable to suddenly be filled to the brim, her pussy stretched tightly around his enormous girth.

Even as it was, it quickly reawakened that deep, bruised ache inside her. She just was _not_meant to have something that big inside! She clung to Kathy for support as Tulley's cock - the small fraction of it that could fit - squirmed and twisted inside her. The overwhelming heat of it seemed to spread and touch every bit of her from the inside out.

"Holy shit, that's so much hotter up close, in person." Kathy slowly rose up to her feet, running her hands up Pearl's sides, over her strained pussy lips, her belly, grabbing her breasts roughly. "Tell me, how does it feel? What's it like to have him all the way inside?"

She ... she didn't know? Pearl trembled under Kathy's touch, her whole body rocking slightly with Tulley's stirring motions inside her. Hadn't Kathy ...? But...

Sparing only one hand from Pearl's body, Kathy methodically unfastened the buttons of her blouse, then tossed it out onto the walkway at the edge of the tank. She wore nothing underneath.

Pearl gazed down at her boss's bare tits, astounded that she'd ever see them like this, despite everything that Tulley was doing inside her. Kathy's tits were covered in the same lighter-brown fur as her muzzle, so big and perfectly round, they just had to be... Impulsively, Pearl reached out and grabbed them with both hands. Yes. Definitely fake. Oh, but the feel of them! She'd never touched another woman's breasts before, real or fake. And despite how stiff these felt, she couldn't help but run her fingers over the immaculate curve of them, through the velvety fur, over Kathy's big dark nipples ... so different than Pearl's little pink ones.

And as Pearl groped her, Kathy tugged down her own shorts, along with a surprisingly girly pair of pink panties. A very wet pair of pink panties, Pearl saw as she looked down, seeing Kathy's body in closer detail than ever before.

Kathy kicked her shorts over to join her blouse on the walkway. "Go on," she said, "I know you want--"

Tulley's belly heaved. Amidst the sudden splash, both Pearl and Kathy tumbled over toward his head. Kathy landed hard on her bubble-round rump, skidding a little bit forward on his - mercifully soft - belly before Pearl came crashing down right between her legs. Tulley didn't seem to mind the impacts, and his cock hadn't left Pearl's pussy in the slightest. It was almost as if...

Laughing softly, Kathy reached down traced her fingers over Pearl's cheek. "Isn't that sweet? He wants us to do it."

Pearl didn't know how she was meant to do it, not with the very distracting presence of Tulley's cock still exploring her precariously stretched inner walls. She could barely breathe with that enormous thing moving inside her!

But Kathy shifted her grip and began pulling on her. That gentle but insistently pulling hand soon placed Pearl's muzzle right against Kathy's bare pussy. "Go on, just like with Kit-Kat."

She knew about that, too? Pearl's eyes shot up from Kathy's light brown underbelly to her face.

"Except, you know, not the whole shoulder-deep fisting thing. Just lick."

Tulley's cock pressed deeply into her, pressing her face more firmly against Kathy's spread-open pussy. Warm, musky-smelling juices smeared over Pearl's lips. And yet ... she'd never done something like this before. There was Kit-Kat, yes, but that was different somehow. That was easier to think of as 'just playing around' or 'just getting the job done'. But the soft, slick warmth of Kathy's pussy against her lips... Pearl had never thought of herself as even the slightest bit lesbian before ... but it couldn't hurt to just try it a little, could it?

Tensing up as if the world might end the moment she did - even though she knew it shouldn't be a big deal - Pearl opened her mouth and gave a light, tentative lick.

Kathy moaned loudly. That had to be an exaggeration, didn't it? She couldn't be feeling _that_good just from one little lick, could she? Even Tulley seemed to have heard it. He rocked his body slightly, pressing Pearl's mouth right back against the Doberman's pussy again and at the same time straining Pearl's own pussy more than ever.

Well, if Kathy seemed to like that, why not keep going? Pearl licked her way up and down Kathy's pussy again and again, but always lightly, always teasingly ... and to the accompaniment of a chorus of moans. Even as Kathy bucked her hips up closer to her, Pearl kept up that light touch as much as she could. It wasn't easy to be tender and delicate when it seemed like her whole lower body was full of dancing, curling orca cock, but Pearl managed it, taking a perverse sort of pride in her skill and restraint.

That is ... until Kathy grabbed the back of her head and shoved her down. "Fuck! Just give it to me! I need--" she let out another deep, shuddering moan "--this! Just ... just keep going! Don't stop!"

Pearl abandoned the restraint she'd been so proud of a moment ago. With abandon now, she slathered her tongue over Kathy's pussy, sucked on her clit between her lips, plunged as deeply inside as she could and lapped at her g-spot.

And now, Kathy no longer moaned. The only sound she made was her desperate, shuddering breathing as her whole body tensed up against Tulley's belly.

The orca seemed to know when Kathy orgasmed, letting out a clicking whistle of his own into the water to match with her brazen outcry in the air. His cock surged and twisted inside Pearl's pussy as Kathy's juices soaked Pearl's whole muzzle. And through it all, Pearl rode the sexually charged space between the two as if she was bobbing up and down on top of ocean waves. It was almost like she was a conduit for Kathy and Tulley to fuck each other, and she could practically disappear into the role. It was so easy. Everything in her world at that moment was centered either around Kathy's pussy or Tulley's cock.

Even after Kathy collapsed down flat against his belly and let go of Pearl's head, there was still nothing else. The egregiously nude body of her boss was still splayed out, spread eagle in front of her. Her own muzzle was still soaked, her nose full of Kathy's musky smell. And, of course, there was the massive stretching feeling of Tulley's cock lodged as deeply inside her own pussy as it could possibly go.

Boldly, she pressed herself back against him, as if daring him to go even deeper inside her, to fill her womb again, to stretch her to the breaking point.

But Tulley seemed to know better than her. His cock bent behind her, curling away instead of letting her plunge herself suicidally down onto it. He did give her a little bit of what she wanted, though, winding his cock around inside her in a way that rubbed every last little bit of her inner walls against every bit of his shaft that she could stretch herself over. She let out a little cry of her own, her body beginning to tighten and pulse in anticipation of the load he'd be filling her with before long.

Slowly, Kathy propped herself up on with her hands, rising to a sitting position on Tulley's belly. A last little bit of her orgasm slowly dribbled out onto his smooth white skin. She took one look at the way Pearl was pushing herself back on him and rolled her eyes. "You want him deeper, don't you?"

Pearl froze, even though Tulley's cock kept moving inside her. For a moment, she was to reticent to admit it, but it didn't take long for her to realize that she'd already given up all her pretenses. There was no point in denying it. Still splayed between her boss's knees, she looked up at Kathy and nodded ... probably looking pretty pathetic as she did.

"Then you've got to take him in your ass."

Her eyes going wide, Pearl gasped. "I ... I can't! I've never done that before. There's no way it can--"

"Oh, he'll fit. Trust me." With one sure motion, Kathy got up on her knees and slid around behind Pearl. "Oh ... oh wow. What a sight." She slapped Pearl on the ass. "Almost makes me want to try it..."

"Wh-what are you going to--?" Pearl looked over her shoulder at Kathy, her fur starting to stand on end.

"Just relax." Kathy grabbed Tulley's shaft firmly, just below where it entered Pearl's pussy. "Now slide forward a bit. Go on..."

Pearl took a deep breath to steady herself. Well, if she could surrender herself to the kinds of things that had happened to her so far, she could surrender herself to this, too. Kathy seemed to _somehow_know what she was doing. Even though Pearl had never tried such a thing - not even with Ash - some strange feeling inside her told her that Kathy was right, that Kathy really did know what she was doing ... and that maybe - just maybe - Pearl would even end up enjoying it.

She did as she was told, leaning forward and pulling herself off of Tulley's cock. He fought it, twisting and pushing to try and stay with her. Kathy had to strain and put all her weight into resisting the strength of his cock, but she was strong, stronger than Pearl had ever guessed. She actually managed to hold Tulley's cock back, letting Pearl slide herself off of him. It felt so strange, so empty, as his shaft slowly slid out of her, as his tip popped free. Her body craved to be filled again, to feel his warmth sliding over her inner walls again.

"That's it... Now just hold still and try to relax your asshole."

If anything, hearing that made Pearl _tense_her asshole, puckering it with the thought of the massive hot cock that would be coming for her, no doubt ready to ram into her recklessly until something vital inside her tore to bits...

But no. Actually, the first touch against her tailhole was a gentle, inquisitive one. At first, Pearl thought it must have been Kathy's fingertip, but when she looked back, Kathy was still holding Tulley's shaft with both hands ... but she no longer needed to strain to hold him back.

This was Tulley, being as gentle as a feather with the narrowly pointed very tip of his cock. It kind of tickled around her asshole, and before she knew it, she had relaxed a bit ... and then that pointed tip was tickling her from the inside.

Pearl gasped. Oh no ... this was actually happening! But there was just no way anything more than the tiniest bit of his tip would fit, what if--?

"Relax," Kathy said firmly. "It's going to be fine, just relax." She bit her lip slightly, looking down at where Tulley's tip probed. "Are you ready?"

"No!"

"Here it comes..."

Pearl squealed as she felt her asshole stretch open, a huge warmth like she'd never felt filling the new gap inside. And then more. And then more. No! She just couldn't stretch like this. She couldn't! But she did. So slick with her pussy's juices, Tulley's cock found a way. Before she knew it, her asshole was closing a little, cinching back down after the huge bulb of Tulley's tip to squeeze around his shaft just below it.

She took in a few quick, desperate breaths. "I... I did it! He's really inside!"

Kathy patted the curve of her ass gently. "That's right. I knew you could do it, little otter."

Filled with pride - not to mention orca cock - Pearl actually rose back up a little bit, getting up to her hands and knees on Tulley's belly.

"You ready for more?"

Pearl twisted her head around, looking back at Kathy in shock. "More?"

"You did want him deeper, didn't you?"

"I... Yeah, I guess, but..."

"Don't worry. He'll take it _nice_and slow, won't you, Tulley?" Kathy rubbed her hands up and down his cock, and Tulley gave a little squealing whistle that Pearl could barely hear from up here above the water.

"But I can't--" Pearl's voice caught in her throat as Tulley's cock ever so gently and slowly began to weave its way in deeper.

She could feel him like never before. Every little twitch of his motion, all the deeply abiding heat of him, every contour of his strangely-shaped tip... Unable to help herself, she let out a low moan. She did want to feel him deeper, to feel as much of him inside her as she could. And now, if Kathy was right - and Kathy seemed to always be right so far - Pearl would really be able to feel more of him inside than ever.

Recklessly, she began pushing back against Tulley's cock, but Kathy stopped her with a firm press of her hand against Pearl's ass. "Not like that," Kathy warned. "Slowly."

It was slow. Agonizingly slow when Pearl was all too eager to feel the absolute limit of what Tulley could do to her. But from then on, all three of them used restraint, Tulley gradually working his way deeper into her ass. There was no in-and-out, and not even very much twisting and writhing the way only an orca cock could. Just the slow, constant deepening of Pearl's first ever anal penetration.

She enjoyed it more than she'd thought she would ... more than she could ever have dreamed. The tightly stretched ring of her asshole was always sliding over ever-wider, ever-hotter portions of Tulley's smooth shaft, and his plunging tip constantly awakened new sensations deep inside her, waking up nerves she'd never felt before.

Eventually, she'd taken nearly half his length, and she was starting to feel very tight inside, sure that she'd found her limit. And that would have been impressive enough - even half of the orca's massive cock was an accomplishment any girl could be proud of.

But she hadn't counted on the way his cock could bend. Instead of ramming painfully against her when he'd gone as far in as he could in a straight line, his cock curved, gently following her own inner curves as they doubled up on each other.

Pearl's eyes opened wide, and her breath caught in her throat. No ... no way this could be happening!

Oh, but it was. Just as gently and delicately as he'd been going so far, his cock twisted into her, through her. Her asshole stretched wider and wider around his thickening base, and even though it went on and on there seemed no end. She felt full inside, stretched in ways she'd never before imagined ... almost a bloated feeling, but with just a hint of Tulley's slick length twisting as it slithered through her.

"It's..." Pearl squeaked in another breath. "I feel like ... like it's going all the way through!" Really, she did. At this point, she wouldn't have been surprised to feel Tulley's tip coming up through her throat. She knew enough biology to know how impossible that was ... but she'd already done so much she thought was impossible...

Kathy came up close behind Pearl, pressing Pearl's tail against Kathy's belly and the remainder of Tulley's cock against her pussy lips. As Tulley slid ever deeper, he _must_have been drawing a little bit of Kathy's slick juices into Pearl's pussy. Pearl shuddered at the surprisingly pleasant thought of having a little bit of Kathy inside her as well.

And as Kathy rubbed up against Pearl's back, she slid her hands around, first groping Pearl's breasts for a moment, then slipping down to her belly. "Mmm," she said softly into Pearl's ear. "I can feel his cock moving inside you."

Unable to believe it without experiencing it herself, Pearl took one of her own hands away from holding herself up and pressed it against her belly between Kathy's hands. She was already so swollen! It felt like she was a few months pregnant! But then, as Tulley twisted his cock a bit, she felt it ... not only inside her, but she felt the little ripple under her hand. All she could do was moan slightly. Yes! This was what she'd needed. She never could have guessed it, never could have thought it possible, but now that she'd done it, she couldn't live without it. Yes!

Finally, Tulley seemed to have reached the limits of his dexterity. His cock was a marvelously maneuverable thing, but it still had its limits. He could only contort himself around Pearl's inner curves so much.

But once he couldn't get any deeper, he made up for it by beginning to move. It seemed like every bit of his length inside her could move independently, and with the way he was doubled up inside her, he could actually press different bits of her together inside or spread them apart, moving her in ways she'd never been moved before. It wasn't sexual pleasure, not quite ... more a sensation of being stirred from the inside out. The pleasure came from knowing what she must be doing for him, from the sheer perversity of her accomplishment.

Kathy, though ... Kathy saw to the sexual pleasure part soon enough. One of her hands slipped down from Pearl's distended belly and began eagerly rubbing Pearl's pussy lips, taking advantage of the copious juices still flowing there to move, slide, and even venture inside quickly and effortlessly.

That was the last little bit Pearl needed. It seemed like her whole body from the chest down was nothing but a slick, squirming mess of pleasure. Every part of her was involved in it, was subsumed by it. And even the way her body tightened and squeezed inside couldn't overcome that. The irresistible motions just kept coming even as everything inside her clenched down hard.

She went limp as the orgasm took her. But while her arms and legs became nearly useless, the deeper inner parts of her body went mad. For once, she was the source of the motion stirring her from the inside. Instead of Tulley's cock twisting and curving, her own body rippled and convulsed around the thick intruder filling her. Her pussy pulsed and poured hot juices over Kathy's hand, and she cried out heedlessly, seemingly loud enough for the whole park to hear. Nothing mattered but the overwhelming heat and pressure exploding inside her.

Collapsing entirely flat onto Tulley's belly, Pearl slid forward a little on him, letting his cock slide back out of her ass a little bit. She couldn't help it. Her arms and legs felt completely useless, drained. She couldn't even hold her head up very well ... and when she tried, she felt dizzy.

"Hey, don't leave him like that! Can't you tell he's close?"

Pearl mumbled something incoherent, her lips moving against Tulley's smooth, salty skin. She didn't even really know what she was trying to say ... something about, um... how could Kathy even know he was close? Her head was still swimming from the most devastating orgasm she'd ever been through.

"Ugh, just like always." Kathy's hands slipped off of Pearl, disappearing behind her. "If I want something done right around here, I have to do it myself."

Tulley's cock began rhythmically rocking in and out just a little, moving in a way very unlike him ... or at least unlike anything Pearl had seen him do so far. After a couple failed attempts, she managed to lift her head up and twist her neck around far enough to see what was going on behind her.

Kathy was straddled over Tulley's cock, her pussy rubbing along his base right down near the slit where it came out, and she was running both hands rapidly up and down his remaining length, jerking him off with broad up-and-down motions despite how most of him was still inside Pearl's own body.

She must have been right about him being close, because soon he wasn't able to control himself so tightly anymore. His belly heaved a little underneath them, and his cock churned inside Pearl's body, making her moan all over again.

And then ... he came.

Pearl could feel the pulse of it spread her asshole first, then trace its progress deeper and deeper inside her until finally, its warmth spewed out deep inside her. The powerful jet of it scoured against her, deep inside, making her double over in shock even as it filled her. And that was only the first little spurt. More and more came, each one hot after the next as if each blast of cum couldn't wait to join the others already swirling inside her.

Pearl's belly strained and grew. She could almost feel it sloshing inside her, filling her absolutely, flowing into every part of her body it could reach. If it had suddenly erupted from her mouth, too much for her body to possibly contain, she wouldn't have been surprised.

But no ... things didn't go to quite that_extent. Still, though, as the last fading spurts of orca cum filled her, Pearl could swear she felt it flow around inside her, as if she was no more than a vessel to be filled ... a water balloon packed tightly full of thick, sticky orca cum. The strain on her was immense. She'd neve been stretched like this, never thought she could _survive being stretched like this. She still wasn't sure...

The pressure began to recede, though, as Tulley's cock slowly softened, shrinking just slightly as it began to slither its way back out of her ass.

She shuddered and twitched as she felt his still hot length leaving her. It was even steamier and hotter than ever. He pulled it out_much_ faster than it had gone in, making her gasp at the cavernous feeling of emptiness he left behind.

He paused only at the very end, as the swollen nub at his tip stuck just inside Pearl's well-used asshole. Pearl consciously relaxed herself, stretching back out just a little, and pop, he was out.

A deluge of oca cum followed, just _pouring_out of her, but Kathy didn't let her rest and perversely soak in it. "Come on!" she shouted, grabbing Pearl under her arms. "He needs to breathe!"

Pearl barely managed to stumble along with Kathy, ending up on her knees on the hard concrete walkway ... so hard and unforgiving after the soft smoothness of Tulley's belly.

Tulley immediately disappeared under the water, emerging just a moment later to blow out an enormous breath so close to them that it left a fine mist drifting down to stick onto Pearl's fur.

Reaching down, Kathy ran her hand through the little white waterfall between Pearl's legs. "Not bad ... but I expect better from you next time." When she brought her hand back up, her fingers were strung with a gooey white webbing.

Pearl looked up at her. "N-next time?"

"Yeah. Next time." Kathy held her very messy fingers right in front of Pearl's mouth.

And that was just when Tulley had caught his breath enough to come over, lifting his head out of the water to stare at them ... and at Pearl in particular. She felt his eyes on her. The way he was looking at her... It was actually... Was that admiration? It certainly felt like it. He was impressed with her. Maybe more than impressed ... maybe in love? Could she dare use a word like that for what they had together?

Almost mindlessly ... and yet _very_mindful of what Tulley would be seeing, Pearl opened her mouth and lunged a little forward, taking Kathy's sloppy fingers between her lips and lasciviously sucking them clean. Pearl's mouth once again filled with the unmistakeably musky, bittersweet taste of orca cum.

"Mmm... That's more like it." There was a deep appreciation in Kathy's voice. "Keep that up, and you might just get a promotion."

But at least for that moment, Pearl didn't care about any promotion, or her job, or even Kathy herself. She looked deeply into Tulley's eyes, promising him more, begging him for more. He blinked once, slowly, before submerging again, and Pearl smiled. That had to be a 'yes'.

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