Reborn
Warning!!! The following Story contains massive yiffery involving cetaceans, fursuits, and males and females! If you are not of legal age in your current residence, then do *not* read any further!
For those of you who are adults and consent to reading Phin Pron, then please proceed for some fun gay and bi yiffy goodness! All constructive critique's and ideas are welcome; flames and such will be used to help light the fireplace so I can kiss my nakkie at night 
Story, Allen, Nargil, Peterphin, Cet'I, and Certon'is are all © John Calafin. Story written by John Calafin with help from Naketa orcan.
Reborn
Allen gave a soft groan as he pushed his suitcases off the bed and sat down, having just returned from dropping off the luggage cart to customer relations and getting all of his stuff off the shuttle, his body right now wanted nothing more than to lie down on the king-size bed his room had and relax a moment.
"holy shit.. my first con, and I scored a suite, I don't believe it!" were the first thoughts in his head, followed a moment later by a glance at the three cases he'd brought. One carried his clothes for the remainder of FC, mostly T-shirts and long pants, a jacket, and his underwear. His carry-on held nothing but his laptop, his doc kit for toothpaste and such, and his sketchbook.
The last bag was large and black with a grey top, a pair of red handles jutting from it, "fragile!" and "delicate!" stickers covering it as he eyed it, smiling. He hadn't even had a chance to see his new fursuit yet, it had been shipped to the hotel from Florida with his name on it, and he'd claimed it at the front desk. His first con, his first fursuit, it was going to be a very interesting week, especially given he was rooming with his friend, peterphin, and he had a date later on that evening to Meet with the other cetaceans at the con. It had taken him a year's worth of saving, but he was finally here! At FC, the biggest con in the US!
Getting up with a stretch, he churred and smiled softly to himself, figuring a good shower would help clear his mind. Stripping out of his street jeans and shirt, he paused, glancing in the mirror and eyeing himself a second. A 22 year old fur smiled back, brown eyes and brown hair matching the tan he'd gotten swimming on the beach, his build far from super-model, but fit enough.
After figuring out the shower enough to keep from cooking himself, he got in and gave himself a good rinse, needing it after being in a plane for 6 hours. Grabbing a towel to dry off, hair toussled, he figured he should start with a bang, and grabbed his skinsuit and headpiece from the doorway next to the bathroom, also pulling in the action packer.
Tossing some baby powder onto himself, he slipped into the skinsuit and headgear, then kneeled, and with the reverence a priest gives opening a vestibule, popped the action packer and looked inside, a sharp inhale coming from him as he reached in and carefully pulled out his head.
Staring back into his eyes was the head of an anthro orca, 'follow me' eyes smiling puckishly from under a brow, a wide beak open in a smile, pink tongue nestled within the teeth inside. The head looked smooth under the bathroom lights, almost like it was blubber, not fur, covering it, the blowhole in the top perfectly situated to let him breathe and cool him off.
Next came the body, the special muscles the artist he'd hired was known for punctuating the chest, matching his body's form but so much more fit and strong, the nipple rings of Coral he'd specially requested piercing it. They matched that of his friend's suit, Naketa, but with his own flourish. Eyeing it, he laughed, she'd done it! He'd requested a hole in the front for 'going to the toilet' and one in the back for the same, and she'd done them! She probably knew they weren't just for relieving his bladder, but they were there, the holes he'd wanted so badly!
Tossing caution to the side, he eyed his tail, the dorsal and tail of the suit showing piercings as he'd wished, the hands and feet also perfect. With a moments thought, he decided; he was going to suit right now, screw practicing in the room, he had to show this to the rest of the con!
Carefully, he slid himself into the suit, and gave a low groan; it felt so good, like it was conforming to his body, a second skin that would help him show the world his soul. He hitched it up, sliding his belt into the special loop, and used it to anchor his tail, then slid his arms in and pulled from inside, finally getting it up to his neck, and zippering it shut. For just a moment, he felt dizzy, his belly doing knots and butterflies, and he had to sit down.
Catching his breath, he carefully guided his male parts into place, and then slid his feet on, and his hands, taking a deep inhale. After this, he wouldn't be Allen anymore. He'd be Nargil, the Orcan Hunter and Lead pod bull. Grasping his head, he carefully placed it atop his own head and pushed down on it, while pushing up with his head. He felt it spreading, spreading.. and with a silent *pop!* his head went on, and he felt himself falling a moment, his last thought "oh no, not the tail..."
*bang! bang!* "ohhhhh, man, I must've fallen down..." *bang! "you okay in there Allen!?! It's me, Peterphin!" Getting up, Allen shook his head, first rising to his knees, and giving a yelp as he grabbed his backside, feeling his tail; he'd kinked it a little, but it was already going back to normal, thank goodness, and then the rest of himself, hurming "yeah, I'm fine, I just fell down"
"are you sure? your voice sounds different than when we chatted on IM" "yeah, it must be my suit" "you suited yourself? well, come out and show me!"
With a soft grunt, Allen stood up "no, I'm not Allen right now, I'm Nargil!" he thought to himself, and blinking, he turned around and looked around the bathroom. He'd forgotten about the height extenders in his feet; his normal 5'8" had turned into a solid 6' . The wider frame of the suit's muscles took him a moment to get used to as he reached down and felt along his belly, giving a churr; the suit was so conformed to him, it felt like it was really his belly he was rubbing.
Grinning, he walked forward, adjusting to his tail, and opened the door to see the face of a shocked dolphin fursuiter, the beak hanging open. "Holy shit Allen, you're gorgeous!!" He felt himself blush a bit as he reached forward and hugged the stunned dolphin suiter, giving a happy churr that was quickly echoed by Peter "really, you like it?"
"Are you kidding? I'd yiff you right now, given the chance!" A soft murr came from him, and he reached forward and grasped Peterphin's hand, pressing it to his groin "that could be arranged.. I've got it SPH'd.." and he saw his friend blink and then glance down "dang, she put a zeta toy in it?"
With a start, he glanced down over his chest, and realized that indeed, what looked like a realistically colored zeta-toy was erupting from his groin-slit, a perfect re-creation of a young orcan bull's pride, and he chuckled, guessing it was a surprise "mmhmm, my real one fits into the base, I must have slipped into it when I put on the suit" "damn that's hot, can I touch it?"
"you can do more than that.." and he pushed peterphin to his knees, wondering where this confidence, this DOMINANCE he felt, had been hiding. It only seemed to be awakened now when he was within the fursuit, and he liked it. Without a pause, he pressed the tip of his suits member into peterphin's fursuit beak, and pressed in deeper, feeling his human lips hidden within begin sucking on it.
A thrill shuddered through him as his friend began to suck him off in suit. He'd wanted to yiff with him since he met him, and now they were doing it in suit! With a groan, he began thrusting the toys member into his friends mouth, not wondering why it felt so good, like it was his member and not just a toy his dick had slid into; his hands slid onto the sides of peterphins head and he thrust roughly into the beak offered him, his mouth hanging open and eyes closed as he indulged his lusts.
Glancing down, Nargil saw Peters own cock slide out of the hole in the groin of his suit, a flipper-gloved hand stroking the pink member as he blew this sexy orcan fursuitor in front of him. Peterphin didn't care why the cock tasted so real and musky, or why pre was coming out of it. It felt so damned hot to be blowing his friends faux cock, feeling like he was rutting a real orca, that his only thought was on his and Allen's pleasure. They could talk *After* the yiff.
After several more minutes, Nargil could feel himself getting close, and he gave a deep murr, gasping for air "I'm gonna.. blow..." and he trilled as Peterphin redoubled his efforts, not noticing that his trill hadn't come from his mouth, as he bucked again and again. With a Squeal, he began founting his load, Peterphin depserately gulping down every drop he could from the somehow spurting zeta toy, finally having to pull off quickly and let the last of the seed narrowly miss his suit and land on the carpet behind them, gasping for air along with Allen as they recovered.
Nargil smiled down at Peterphin, reaching down and feeling his own still-hard member with a grin "Mmm, gonna let me mount you, peter?" Peter was still gasping for air, and barely had enough breath to let out a squeak of protest as he was flipped onto all fours, not having expected Allen to be so strong as he felt his tail lifted, exposing the second hole he'd added himself to his fursuit, and he glanced back at Allen quickly "wait, I'm not lubed!"
"But I am.." was the reply as Nargil grabbed peterphin's buttocks and pulled back. It felt so right, so natural to do this, he wasn't thinking about how any suit, no matter how good, could feel this real, or react without any bulk or difficulty, as he pressed the tip of his member to Peterphins suit-hole and then through to his real rear-entry, giving a deep Murrrr as he pressed forwards, saliva and cum mixing and lubing him as the sharp tip of his member speared into Peterphin.
Peterphin desperately tried to grab the carpet, the wall, *anything* , to brace himself, giving a mixed cry of pain and surprised pleasure as he felt Allen/Nargil's zeta member press into him and spread him, forcing himself to relax. He felt the thick, huge member sheath into him, and it stretched him painfully; But it felt so good, so right, and he felt himself submitting, his body going passive as the massive orcan suitor behind him claimed his prize.
Nargil closed his eyes, his chest vibrating with a deep murr as he sank as much of his member as he could into the tightness of peterphin beneath him. nothing mattered so much to him right now as how good it felt to rut his friend, pulling partway out then sinking in again, rhythemically pounding his groin to peterphin's rump as the wet sounds of coupling filled the room, muted moans and soft churrs of pleasure echoing off the walls of the bathroom behind them.
Time passed as the two coupled, late afternoon creeping to dusk as Nargil continued pounding peterphin underneath him, spurting pre within him as he reached down and grasped peterphin's own truscant human member, stroking it in time. Peterphin had lost all count of time, of reality, of anything but his friend in the sexy orcasuit pounding his ass and how much it felt like his fantasies of having a big orca morph take him as his sex-toy.
Nargil was amazed at how good it felt to finally yiff his friend, and how good it felt in suit. It felt like he really *was* an orca, he could hear Peter's heartbeat, feel him quivering under him with each thrust. Nargil finally began to speed up as he felt his second orgasm rearing it's head, Peterphin under him groaning as he realized what it meant. After several more moments, Nargil gave a final thrust and a throaty cry, and he felt himself fully claim Peterphin, the dolphin suitor's seed spraying onto the carpet under him as his own member erupted with that of the orca taking his fursuit cherry.
A moment of eternal pleasure, eyes screwed tight, mouth hanging open, and then a loud groan, as the ecstaful gave way to the foundation of the floor, Nargil falling to one side and holding peterphin as their orgasms ended, Peterphin unconscious in sheer fulfillment as Allen/Nargil smiled down at him, stroking a hand along his friends cheek. "thank you, peter.. I'll be back for you.." and he slowly pulled out, giving a groan and making Peterphin moan under him as he removed his member, watching it slide back into his sheath with barely a thought from him, and he chuckled "this suit was worth every penny"
Chapter 2:
Smiling down at his friend, Nargil picked him up and carefully laid him out on the bed, making sure he didn't kink his delphic fursuit's tail, and left him a note thanking him and tell him he'd be right back. With a soft murr, he nuzzled him, and stepped out of the room, getting a couple whistles and posing for some non-suitors, enjoying the camara flashes and a belly rub as he headed to the elevators
"It's like being a celebrity" he thought to himself as he got down to the main floor, once again being mobbed for shots with digi-cams and posing with other suiters. Stretching, and grinning at a couple gasps he got from his nip piercings, he headed towards the main lobby, stopping to chat with furs, chittering happily as he saw Calafin and Naketa, the two who had inspired his suit.
After chatting with them a few minutes, he noticed Calafin grin and whisper something to Naketa, and the other fur nodded and then leaned up, whispering in his ear "you're in for a surprise hon, just you wait" and they then told him they had to go get suited up themselves for a panel they were heading. Pondering, he shook his head, not bothering with their words; he was having far too much fun getting huggles and scritches from every other fur he met, and posing for pictures.
After a big groupshot in the main lobby of the double tree, he headed to registration, and was surprised when he was immediately pushed to the head of the line. His picture was taken, and with his permission, his badge was hung from his right nipple ring, the weight making him bend knee and adjust a bit before he grinned and gave a thumbs-up to two more applauding furs.
He stopped himself a moment, though, as he felt a hand tap him on the shoulder, and when he turned, he found another orca suiter, but a suit so good it looked like he was covered in a sheen of water, giving him a warm smile, and a whispered churr entered his ear "room 111, 10 minutes.. my mate and I would like to 'entertain' your company. " and before he could reply the suiter was gone, but he felt his groin throb a bit. He knew *exactly* what that meant, and he wasn't going to miss an oppurtunity to indulge his seemingly infinite libido while in suit.
Padding down a hallway, he soon became disoriented; he'd seen from room 110 to room 150, but no room 111. Running down a hallway, he stopped and glanced in a room, freezing as he thought for a second he saw a female orca fursuit, lying on her back on a bed, fingering herself as she busily suckled on someone's prick. Glancing at the door number, he grinned at the golden "111" on it, and he stepped inside, shutting door behind him as he looked inside and saw what he'd only glanced.
Lying on her side, wearing only a tight thong pulled to the side to allow her fingers into her femsex, was quite possibly the most drop-dead gorgeous female orcan he'd ever seen, a nice heavy chest bouncing in it's bra as she sucked on the cock of the male who'd whispered to him, his thickness being roughly thrust down her throat as he groaned and panted "murrr, so good my mate.. and soon our reborn will be here.."
"Murrr, well hello there..." was his greeting as he padded to the bed, not bothering to glance down as he felt his erection rise to the occasion. He didn't glance down, and therefore was unaware how much longer and thicker he'd become, and the fact his member was actively flexing like that of a true orca, his eyes and full attention only on the gorgeous sight of the fem-orca on the bed, and the masculine bull pumping her mouth with lusty grunts.
"I'm Nargil.. and you are?" A grin was the male's reply "I am Certon'is, and she is Cet'i, my mate.. you are reborn, enjoying the gift that we gave you.. would you like to try her mouth? she's very good.." and Certon'is pulled his throbbing member from her mouth, revealing a fully physiologically correct orcan pride as Cet'i pushed herself onto all fours and nuzzled Nargil's throbbing prick; her tail was raised as Certon'is knelt behind her and began lapping his tongue along her sex through the panties she wore, drawing a moan from her.
Nargil at this point didn't care what they wanted to call him, they could call him a poodle, he wanted to spill his seed. Gently grasping the back of Cet'is head, he thrust forward, his fat girth spreading her lips and sliding into her throat as he groaned, starting to pump into her tongue as Certon'is pulled her panties to one side and began to press himself into her sex. Pausing, Certon'is then gave a final grunt and thrust, sheathing his cock within her depths as she moaned and visibly orgasmed on his pride, Nargil caring only for how talented and hot the mouth wrapped around his member was, his mind not even pondering how a dildo could feel this good, or why the name 'reborn' made the back of his head tingle...
Cet'i moaned between the two bulls, suckling happily on Nargil's fat cock as his hand reached down and squeezed her heavy chest, making her arch her back and rub them against that fat meat as her mate plundered her sex, the massive organ pounding into the fire of her loins as only it could, her muscles squeezing and milking with talents that legends are born from as they spasmed around the throbbing member. Certon'is was simply groaning and murring, his eyes on their 'reborn' as his fat cock pummeled his mate's sex, watching the thick member slide between her lips as the third member of their party gave himself to their lusts, lost to everything but his own needs as his internal balls churned in preperation for their coming labor.
Grunts and moans filled the room as Nargil continued pummeling Cet'i 's throat, finally ending with him giving a moaning churr as he began spraying his load into her mouth, and she pulled off, eagerly jacking his fat cock with beak open, taking his load onto her face and bosom as she moaned, her own climax flowering within her as Certon'is held his cock in her cunt, eyes closed as he savoured the cuntal spasms caused by her climax. He churred an ancient, lusty whalesong as he watched, blowing to catch his breath with a smile as they slowly began to recover, his hardened spear still sheathed within her.
Glancing down, Nargil gave a gasp and groaned "oh shit! your suit! I'm so sorry!" and he felt himself go numb a moment as Cet'i churred at him and winked "suit, what suit? I only wear clothes to excite, reborn.." "Wait, not wearing a...." and he glanced down, feeling himself land, hard, against the wall, glancing down at himself "I'm not human Anymore.. am I?" "Why no, reborn.. that is why you are reborn.. Nargil..."
Shaking his head, Nargil looked up at both of them "how?" and he blinked as Cet'i sat on the edge of the bed and began fingering her still moist sex, eyeing him lustily as Certon'is, still hard, stood up. "we are the deities of Fertility and pleasure for our people, the cetaceans. Thanks to the actions of a few, some have come to believe in us; for every believer, our strength grows. You are an orca in spirit, trapped in a different beings flesh. For the moment, you are now as you should be, one of us. Let us show you our joys..."
Nargil could only nod; this had to be a dream, he must still be sleeping next to Peterphin, not in a room with a couple of gods who were offering him free sex. But if this was a dream, he damn well was going to enjoy it! Getting up on the bed, he laid on his back, whurfing and shifting his dorsal so he could be comfortable, and grinned at Cet'i "C'mere and sit on my dick, gorgeous" her reply was a seductive murr, followed by her placing herself and then sliding down onto his prick, making him grab the sheets and almost scream in pleasure as her cunt enveloped his cock. it felt like all the porn stars in the world had poured their skills into her and added some for good measure, his thick staff throbbing instantly as she began to ride and milk him, the sensations of his first cunt making him blow for air, and realize he had indeed not gasped, but *blown!*
Certon'is could feel the doubt in their reborn's mind, amazed that even while fucking his mate, and quite well, he noted, he could still disbelieve. Nodding at his mate, she trilled in agreement, rolling over and making him thrust into her in what humans for some reason called 'missionary', moaning and bucking against his pounding hips as her flesh engulfed and squeezed him. Getting up on the bed behind Nargil, Certon'is churred at him and hiked his tail, the other bull freezing as he felt the thick orcan member press to his rear-entry "it is time, reborn, for you to be truly claimed" and with that, he thrust.
The squeal of surprise Nargil emitted was something both had heard before, and Nargil didn't realize he could make, as his virgin tailhole was spread. He'd expected pain, but there was none, only an incredible full feeling, and pleasure like he'd never imagined. His thrusts resumed as Certon'is gripped him from behind and mirrored his thrusts, Cet'i beneath them moaning as her cunt was pummeled by the massive rod, her wetness coating it as she played with her tits, pulling off her bra to reveal her D cups to her hands and Nargil's questing tongue, making her moan as the daisy chain began.
Nargil could only pant and moan as he felt the thick orcan member slide into him, the larger bull holding him captive in his embrace as his rump was spread, finally hilting in him as he groaned and pumped into the orcan female below him; Cet'i had her legs hiked up for maximum depth as he sucked on her nipples and kissed her, the meat in an orca sandwich and totally at their mercy as he crooned and groaned, the wet slapping of their coupling only driving their heated lusts.
Gradually, doubt began to fade from Nargil's mind; time went on, they changed positions, but it always felt the same, and he felt little fatigue. He was being rutted for the first time, with no pain; he could feel everything, from his slick skin to Cet'i 's tight cunt, and he wasn't breathing from his mouth anymore. Finally, he realized what he was; he was living his dream, his fantasy; he *was* Nargil!
He felt his mind and his soul open, and with a cry, he began spraying a massive fount of cum into Cet'i, hilting in her and fucking her furiously, overflowing her tight twat as Certon'is added his orgasm to their's a moment later, hot spume firing deep within Nargil as the young orca let himself take and be taken, pleasure and be pleasured, his back arching as his spirit and body connected. Panting, he held himself over Cet'i, catching his breath as the last of his seed dribbled into her, and he looked, really *looked*, into her eyes, tears starting to dribble from his. "thank you..."
Cet'i smiled at him softly and held his arms, churring "you are welcome, reborn.. now, you must make a choice.." she softly intoned, a voice deep and commanding, seductive as silk and strong as stone; and she nuzzled him as Certon'is pulled out with a groan and a yelp from him, a wet *pop* sounding as his tailhole released the fat orcan member, and he then relaxed again "a choice?" and she nodded "yes, you have three paths now, three ways your destiny may go. "
Certon'is nodded as Nargil slowly pulled from Cet'i with a groan, rubbing the back of his head "what are the choices?" and he blinked as he sat on the bed, and they both stood, now totally serious, looking every bit like deities. "You can rejoin the humans, if you wish. Return to your world and have the memory of this." He glanced at Certon'is next "You may choose to go back to the human world as you are, as an orca, but some forces in that world might want to.. study you.." he said in a rich baritone, something he hadn't noticed until now; a voice worthy of any don juan.
"The last choice..." Cet'i said again, drawing his gaze back to her "is to join us in our realm.. become one of our teachers, our priests, and help us spread the message, that pleasure is not a sin, but a joy, and help this world know our name, and help those who wish to join us" Slowly nodding, he chirruped, and then glanced up at them "allright, well, I can't go back to being human, not after this, and I don't want to get experimented on in some lab.. so I guess I'm with you two.. but what about my family?"
Glancing at each other, they seemed to talk silently, then nodded with a smile "You would have died after this gathering, this convention, in a plane crash.. we will have your old body be in the plane when it meets it's end. " he gulped slowly, he would have died, if he hadn't.. wait, peter was.. "what about peter, my friend? I coupled with him before I met you two"
A grin met both their beaks as the door to the room opened, and a shimmering wall of light was in the doorway, and they helped him stand and walk to it, letting him look into it "your friend, Reborn, is already taken care of.." and as he turned to look at them, he saw Peterphin, no, not peterphin, peter, as a male dolphin morph, with two female bottlenoses behind him, grab his arm and smile at him "time to join us Nargil.. you can call me Pphin..." and he smiled as he looked back a the two orcans,and then stepped through the door.. and into his new life...