Big Bull Energy

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Maybe this is a mistake? York thought to himself as he pulled up outside the hotel. The guys would still be celebrating tonight. No doubt, Richard would be making a complete ass out of himself; that was always something worth seeing. He put the parking brake on, turned the ignition off and got out. Why am I doing this? Not like I can't find someone else to break the bedsprings with.

He closed the door and locked it. Standing upright, back straight, the killer whale reached well past six feet, a condition that cursed him to be followed by "How's the weather up there?" jokes. Not that he minded, people always gave the quarterback a wide berth and that was something he quickly grew accustomed to once he hit puberty.

What if I read the signals wrong? He was in the lobby now, checking at the reception the canine clerk there raised her eyes as he cast a shadow over the desk. It took only a minute to get the right room number, and another number besides that which she slipped him with a wink. No, that was the signal alright.

A couple of minutes later and he was at her door. With one hand he rapped knuckles against wood, a resounding boom summoning the person he was here to see. York could not help but smile as the door opened and he saw her. Alise was a killer whale, just like him, unlike him though she had a few more curves and softer parts that were barely stuffed into the top which he could swear was a size too tight.

"Can I-?" York started to ask.

"Shut up and get in here." She interrupted whilst dragging him by the cuff of the polo shirt he had thrown on.

His hands were on her, and hers on him. She jumped him, getting her legs around his waist even as his erection started to tent the bull orca's pants. Getting more signals now. Where's the bed? He had to navigate as best he could down the hotel room's small hallway space. Both their flukes scrapped against the walls and something fell with a crash. Neither cared as they made it to the bed and Alise was finally pried off and thrown onto the mattress.

"Come on then," she teased whilst rubbing a bare foot against York's bulging crotch. "You know what I want."

The quarterback had a dumb grin on his face as he undid his belt and pulled them down. Underneath, the jockstrap he was wearing bowed out until something sprang out from underneath it. Longer than a human arm, and sure as fuck thicker too. The orca's cock was a tower of obsidian virility, with dark veins and a broad head that pulsed as it grew inch by inch, beat by beat. Alise gave him that look, and he knew she was already hooked, that paradoxical combination of fear and excitement as arched up and crawled back to the foot of the bed.

"Well are you just going to stare at it or are yooOH-" York exhaled as she wasted no time getting her hands around him.

Both of her hands were on him, alternating a squeezing action as she traced it from bow to stern. Her breath was on him, then the edge of her mouth followed with tongue. The quarterback reached down and cupped the side of her head, thumb near her blowhole as he felt her inhale whilst sliding four, six, eight, ten inches down and tickling the back of her throat. Fuck I should bed other orcas more often.

Alise fellated him for the next few minutes. Legs curled up on the bed, one hand helping guiding him in whilst the other reached for they bull's creamy white nuts, getting them from out of the strained jockstrap. York was getting into it faster than he expected, the more he fed her the more she took. Alise kept pace as he pulled back and thrusted forward, she could take all of him with the kind of imagined ease that would sometimes leave him with sullied sheets at night. Sure, it was easy enough to find partners, of any gender and species too, but so few could ever take him orally like this.

York barely noticed when the girl paused and tapped his sturdy thigh. His massive manhood twitched as he stared back down at her gaze in momentary confusion. Oh right. He smiled and let go of her let, letting her pull back off him. She was deliberate in how slow it was, teasing him every way as the bump down her throat receded and finally the black monster came free glistening in the artificial light.

"God, if you don't do something about this, I am gonna explode." She said and fell back. Alise pulled her pants with such force as the button popped off and kicked them off.

"Right, what does your boyfriend usually do then?" York asked as he put aside his own needs and got down and intimate with the fairer sex.

"Forget about Mark. Use your own initiative just like you did on the field today." She giggled whilst rubbing her fluke on his chest.

Discussing the cheerleader's boyfriend brought a new element what they were doing. The shark had been on the opposing team from today's game. Cocksure and admittedly with a good track record from past games. By the end of second quarter he had known defeat at the charge of an orca bull quarterback and by the end of the fourth quarter York had his girl's attention. Did she have a thing for other men humiliating her guy on the field as well as in bed? Probably so, but York was not the kind of cetacean to judge others.

Her sex had already grown wet, he could see it glisten even before he helped spread her out. Folds of pink, sensitive flesh opened for him before his tongue darted inside. There was a technique to this, one he had good instructors for. No girl was quite the same, but they all followed the same rhythm as he pressed into her and caressed one erogenous zone after the next with his tongue. She was a delight to taste, but he wanted much more than the appetiser.

York climbed onto the bed proper, its springs buckling underneath their combined weight. His cock slide between her legs, pre wetting the sheets as he straddled Alise. She allowed him to tear her shirt off, her nipples having already been poking through. No bra underneath as the voluptuous, vanilla white bosom bounced free. He reached for them even as she entwined arms and legs around the bull, their bodies pulled close. He could feel his sex against hers now.

"Come on then, fuck me like a real alpha." She goaded as their tails brushed against one past the edge of the bed.

"If you want to be rutted like a cow all you had to do was ask."

Shark Bait

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Taking the bus had been the right call, even if his friends had nearly gotten them all thrown off... twice. The blacktip reef shark was still trying to hold the gentle swaying motion. Mark had a few too many but it was one way to nurse the defeat from the game. He made it back to the hotel and found the elevator empty. He selected his floor, slumped against the wall for a moment and sighed thinking of who was waiting for him. She was his little oasis in a sea of disappointment, he knew she would be there for him.

The illusion of the oasis was drowned out by a tidal wave of white flooding over it. Specifically, the white was shot after shot of viscous, and to the shark's olfactory senses, pungent whale cum as it crashed over his girl's tits. It was not just her mammalian features though, as he could see her sex still oozing from what had at least been one previous load. Some momentary impulse flashed across his mind to bare his teeth and attack the other male. But, the more rational side knew as it stared at the rippling muscular back of the orca that was not a smart idea; there was at least two feet of difference.

"Oh-guh!" Alise tried to say something as she caught Mark standing at the door, only to be interrupted with more whale cock.

"Huh? Oh, dude! Enjoying the show?" York said as he turned and recognized the fish.

No words came from the cuckolded shark. He wanted to scream, but what came out was more like a muted "oh" even as York flipped his girl over and went in for seconds. She screamed in joy as he hilted her, arms wrapped around and playing with her swinging tits. Mark slumped against the wall as he stared, transfixed to the rhythmic sound of her ass clapping against the bull orca. He was relentless with her and the shark was sure she was not on any kind of protection.

The bed springs were taking every bit the pounding that Alise was as she was pressed against the wall at the other end one moment, bouncing higher enough to touch the ceiling the next. York was happy to indulge her in almost any position, and orifice, as she wanted. So long as she was willing to take load after load of baby batter. She cried out and ground against him as she begged for the next and then the next and the next. Mark's frustration only grew and to his own shame his body was betraying him.

"Fuck, I think he's enjoying the show." York commented whilst stood at the opposite side of mattress whilst in a doggy position.

"Uuugh, f-fucking forget him." She commanded and slapped her fluke up against York's face face. "Finish!"

With a growl York grabbed her tail and yanked on it, hard. She shot back a good couple of feet, as the outline on her stomach fit around that virile organ that had been ploughing her for almost an hour now. Alise's face contorted as it went through one orgasm and then another, all in full view of Mark who by this point was almost ready to snap. It was not until he heard another half-synced chorus of orgasmic cries and the dull thudding sound of semen chugging its way inside the packed cow orca's cunt that he stood up.

"Stop it she's had enough!"

Silence but for the squidgy sounds of York's monster dong retracting from inseminating the shark's partner. There was an amused refrain on the larger male's face. Did he really just find his balls? One on one there was no way he could take him, they had proven that on the field. Alise was not sure what she thought as she gurgled and sighed into the afterglow of her last orgasm, face slumped down into the sticky bedsheets.

"What's your play little dude?" York asked whilst possessively gripping the other cetacean's ass.

"I said she's had enough. Look at her, she can't even think straight." Mark justified as he got up. By then it was obvious that the shark had two prominent points tenting out. "So instead of her, how about I take the next round."

Uproarious laughter bellowed from the black and white quarterback. The absurdity was enough to almost make him wonder if he was dreaming. But, you never look a gift horse in the mouth and York was an equal-opportunity orifice kind of guy. He looked back down at Alise, she was definitely slack jawed and twitching a little. Her body was built for taking whale cock but her mind must be playing catch-up he thought.

"One condition." York said holding a finger up.

"What?" Mark asked, half of him screaming to stop now.

"No oral. I'm going in the backdoor."

"But I'm... that is.." Mark stammered.

"A virgin? I'll go slow then." York grinned.

He agreed with a nod. But why was he doing this? To try to turn the tables on Alise? That has got to be it. It is not like he could actually... want to know what it is like to be hollowed out like that. To have the larger man show him how to fuck like a real dominant top. Could it? He did not want to answer those questions now. At this point it was all instinct as he walked closer to York and was ordered to strip.

Whilst by no means as curvaceous nor as plump as Alise there was a charm to the well-trained muscle and lean thighs on the shark. There was an angular beauty to those of his kind too, something that York could appreciate. York got on the bed, laying back down his dorsal propping him up against the wall. He then beckoned Mark to climb on top. The shark was clearly nervous, but he did as he was told, crawling on all fours over the mountain of muscle. York was only semi-hard at that moment, but as he felt the shark's skin against his own it twitched and began to rise once again.

"Now spin around, I'll prep and you... explore. No teeth!" The bull reminded him.

Alise murmured in a half-daze besides the two of them. She had started to come around and what she realised as she saw them made her stare wide eyed and dumb-founded. Mark, yes that Mark the one who insisted he was the biggest, baddest motherfucker in the room was on all fours, stroking the biggest dick that had only just moments ago been inside every hole of hers whilst York was rimming him with furtive detail. She had suspected her boyfriend of not being entirely straight to be sure but letting anyone else near his tailhole had been something even she had been denied no matter how pleasurable it could be.

"You fucking slut!" She exclaimed whilst sitting upright.

Mark ignored her except for a flickering smile. The attention encouraged him on though as he gripped the other male's black member with both hands. He gave it a long, broad lick from root to tip and after that it was visibly pulsing faster, the veins and ridges standing out more. Now who's the cuckold? He thought but before he could really indulge in the dirty looks she was giving him he was grabbed and hoisted up. It was both terrifying and exciting with how easy it was for York to hold the other player up.

"Don't worry babe. You can get the next round, just wanted to give you a break is all. But, since you're awake again you could make yourself useful." York explained whilst repositioning on the bed with Mark beneath him.

Perhaps there should have been more time given to prepare the boyfriend. Maybe tease him with some fingers, stretch him out a bit. In an ideal situation York would have someone else help loosen the greenhorn up first. But something told him that this was exactly what both wanted even as his colossal cock rode up against the shark's crack. Alise got off the bed to give them space, but only a moment later York felt her hands and breath on his heavy balls; she wanted the best view of this.

The first inch is the worst, that is what he told Mark before pushing in. Grunts and a yelping sound came from the shark beneath him as York ground down and into. He entered with an audible motion, popping a different kind of cherry for the smaller man. Mark hollered before he could find a pillow and started to use it as a teething aid.

"Fuck yeah, show that little bitch what a real man can do!" Alise teased as she nuzzled into York's heavy sac.

"Oh, he's getting the idea." York grunted in reply whilst he fed the next set of thick inches to the moaning male underneath.

Arduous but necessary, Mark got his ass stretched whilst his internal space accommodated as much of the whale's manhood as possible. He shivered as he felt the hilt of it, his own genitals twitching whilst York gave him an appreciated pat on the back just above his fin. Was this it? Had he won and proven himself? Such thoughts soon melted away as he heard Alise's voice.

"Hurry up will ya? My turn with the bull next."

That was it, Mark's body betrayed him at every motion. His cheeks clapping around a couple feet of turgid whale cock as he bounced between York and the bed's headrest. He was not in charge anymore, just an alternate diversion as his world was rocked and he clung on for dear life. Some deep self-reflecting might have even occurred, if not for the preoccupation of being bred like a cow in heat.

With a thunderous roar York gave up the white gold and Mark was reduced to a cream-filled fillet of salted shark. Mark could not have tried to get away if he wanted to, and the betrayed part of him so wish he had wanted to. York held the other man firm as he unloaded a bursting amount of whale spunk before it slowed and finally stopped. Mark closed his eyes as he finally allowed himself to relax into the surrender.

Things To Come

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It was not the sound of the alarm on his phone that awoke the shark. Nor of the street coming to life past the hotel room's windows. It was the energetic chorus of a youthful bull sowing his cow. She was in the process of learning what the handlebars in the on-suite shower of her hotel room could be used for. And with those sounds Mark's memory of the night before rushed back to him. As he sat upright, he could feel the sticky mess of sweat and other fluids on his back from the sheets beneath and to his chagrin a momentary rise from his loins.

There had been so many things done over the previous night. Positions ranging from the simple to the elaborate. In fact, Mark had soon learned that York's strength and flexibility allowed a great many different positions. Though nearly all of them resulted in the kind of deep sea drilling he had thought only heavy machinery capable of. Soreness and other aches returned as he swung his legs off the matress, including the flinch-inducing abuse his asshole had received. He walked, mostly in a straight line, and limped over to the on suite.

Mark found his girl exactly where he expected. She was breathing heavy with her tits pressed against the tiles and her body slickened wet under the showerhead. Her legs split as York drove himself inside her again and again. Once again there was a twitch. Fuck, this is me now. Mark looked and beheld his own risen genitalia. There was a longing, a need for something he feared to put into context. To be a part of the carnal extremes he never knew existed until last night. Even bruised and fatigued though he was he had the hungry look of man who needed more.

"You're a greedy cow, aintcha?" York said more matter of fact.

"Yes, yes. Please just... nngh... GIVE IT TO ME!" Was Alise's confirmation.

Neither of them questioned anymore where York found the bodily fluids as they poured forth. Thick, globs falling back down between his legs and hers. The water from the shower barely made a difference as the viscous semen pooled over the drain creating an irregular island of spunk. Mark's mouth began to water. He was going to skip breakfast.