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As strange as it was to have both a major waterway and a state share the same name, it didn't change how welcoming Mississippi was to strangers. Especially ones like me who eagerly lapped up the tourist traps.

Sadly, for me and the rest of Mississippi, an intense heatwave would be around for the next day or two. The temperature would remain around 38°C, or 100°F, for most of the day and only lower a few degrees Celsius another day. I didn't learn how bad it would get until my first day in the state, when I thought it would be a brilliant idea to spend the morning and afternoon touring around downtown Valor, Mississippi. I'd already visited an old blues & jazz-themed restaurant and planned to visit an interesting history Museum nearby before the outside heat became too unbearable for me. As someone who lived in the Mediterranean, I could handle hot temperatures just fine, but I could not tolerate anything near thirty-eight Celsius. No living mammal ought to be forced to live in those temperatures unless they could endure it.

Thankfully I had the foresight to wear shorts and T-shirts once I made it into the Deep South, but it didn't stop me from feeling the effects of the sweltering heatwave. By the time I finally reached the hotel lobby and staggered inside to feel the refreshing waves of cold air-conditioning crash all over me, all my clothing and fur underneath was absolutely drenched. It stank of dripping Doberman/Great Dane musk, to the point even the receptionist wrinkled her nose and so did I. I wouldn't stop panting even after going into my room to take a freezing shower. I might have even lost a couple of pounds from how much I sweated throughout the day.

The temperatures barely dropped her even after the sun began to set. The air conditioner in my room operated at full blast. My hotel for the next few days didn't have the best operating air conditioners. The one inside my room had to date all the way back to the late 2000s, if best. However, what the hotel's budget lacked in updating with the times, the establishment made up for was having an indoor swimming pool. The best part? Nobody else was occupying it after my long day walking around Valor. The few other hotel guests staying for the night I had already pooped themselves out, leaving the swimming pool all to myself.

Realizing this made me feel bold enough to invite a hookup over for a swim. He didn't give his real name, but jokingly liked calling himself Leo. Why? Because he happened to be a twenty-five-year-old leopard seal, and it had been his nickname among his teammates on the water polo team in college.

"It's been a few years since I graduated yet all of those fun doofuses still call me that," he'd messaged me earlier.

He had also mentioned being banned from the local water park, so he didn't have any other options to beat the heat. He seemed friendly on the surface (and especially toned and well-built on the surface, based on the lewd photos he exchanged with me), so why not invite him over?

Leo arrived just as the sky turned a shade of purplish-orange and ruby-red shades of yellow, wearing only a year overly sized a t-shirt and a pair of blue swimming trunks that matched his cerulean eyes. Unlike most land mammals, he didn't possess fur of any kind, but smooth skin that was a mixture of beautiful ash and silvery gray, with a bright smile directed to me.

Smiling up at him, I rested my elbows on the edge of the pool. "Hey," I greeted. "Did you have trouble finding this place?"

"Not really," he shrugged, momentarily placing his belongings next to his discarded T-shirt, then walked back over to me. "My mom and dad used to bring me here as a cub. It was a mini vacation of sorts, to get away from the house."

"I know the feeling," I smirked up at the young leopard seal, staring for a few seconds at his bulge and those toned muscles on his stomach. "Now, are you going to join me in for a swim or keep looking at me like I'm a siren from the sea?"

"Can't I do both?" He asked, then immediately jumped over my ears to drive straight into the pool's deep end. He emerged second later to shout, "Holy shit, I missed that!"

We performed a dance of relaxed swimming and erotic tomfoolery once the sunset disappeared outside the large glass windows. A small security camera overlooked the entire pool area, but I recognized it as only being visual instead of audio. Even so we didn't dare risk too much. We merely enjoyed the liminal isolation of the swimming pool, sometimes playing games like swimming races while occasionally exchanging a subtle grope or quick fondle. In one instance, Leo managed to win a race by reaching over and squeezing around my shaft as a bulge in my red speedo, causing me to get startled enough for the leopard seal to win the race. As revenge, I'd pantsed the aquatic mammal at least four and a half times during our time together. The half-time had been back in the hotel room when he beat me to the punch, stripping off his own drying swim trunks for me.

Though not before we spent some decompressing time in the hot tub earlier that evening. As the warm water bubbled around us and I held the leopardess seal in my arms as we enjoyed the ongoing sensation, Leo decided to be a little bold. He flashed me a big grin, whispered for me not to look suspicious in case staff came by, then dived under the sudsy water. Seconds later, my speedo slipped it down to my knees and a pair of warm lips wrapped around my dogcock. What made the experience even more ironic was that as a leopard seal, Leo didn't come up for air for around two or three minutes. He didn't even slow down his servicing. The lad simply continued giving my shaft a warm and a velvet embrace between his jaws, his aquatic tongue lapping the hardened underside as his fingers played with my balls beneath. The expert oral treatment made me ride and grip the edges of the hot tub for support, and after rising up from below the waters for a quick gasp of air, Leo merely returned under the water to finish what he started. Spectacularly, no less!

I didn't forget to bring up my bottle of blueberry-scented to lube up with me from the truck to the hotel room. Based on how scorching it was outside, I feared returning the next day to find my precious lube hardened into gelatin.

"That would suck," Leo giggled at my description when I brought out the bottle, then coated my dogcock in it. "And not in a good way."

"That's my joke," I raspberried the seal, who then turned around to present his tight, aquatic tailhole to me, and I began to dribble the lube down his smooth crack, letting it sink inside that winking entrance begging to be fucked. I started applying pressure with my finger. "So, why were you banned from the water park anyway?"

"Unfair bullshit," he half-moaned, half-groaned as my finger coated his insides. "I got caught blowing one of the lifeguards behind a maintenance shed."

"In that case," I teased, then shifted over him to position myself under that wiggling tail. "I think I should punish you then, for being a tease and using dirty tricks during our last race."

"Punish me, Daddy," he whimpered as I sank down into his tight depths. "Punish me! P-Please!"

Oh, I did. Two more times in fact. I plowed his smooth ass so hard, that Leo ended up lying on the bed with sore cheeks that were visibly reddened, radiating almost like a fireplace. I did ask Leo if he was okay, having already gotten his consent to go rough on him, but the kinky leopard seal didn't even blink when he asked me about coming over to his place the next night. Apparently, he owned a decently sized collection of BDSM gear and really wanted to show it off to me. More importantly, he wanted to show it on him and inside him, if I wanted to join him. He could cook me dinner afterwards too. So long as he could properly walk afterwards, and if not, the two of us could still order some pizza.

"Is it a date?"

"Oh absolutely, kiddo."

I couldn't stop myself from grinning and readily agreed. After all, the two of us needed to beat the Mississippi heat somehow. The best part of it all? I'd later learn from the kinky leopard seal how he actually was named Leo, his nickname being short for Leonard.