It's Customary To... (M wolf / M horse / M orca)
It's Customary To...
by
Vaille Thibadeaux
The orca pushed through the beaded rope door and the horse followed.
Cody let his bag drop the floor with a soft thud. Their hut was a single room. And open-air, at that. In it was a cord hammock large enough for the both of them, a pair of tiki chairs, a rattan table and little else. No lamps. No TV. No WiFi or internet or electricity. "Or a bathroom, for that matter..." the horse said out loud. "We might as well be camping."
Seamus was crouched over his bag, sorting his clothes. Cody could sense his excitement. The whale pulled out a shirt, held it up. A B&G logo was stenciled across the front of it. "You're gonna love it here. Trust me," Seamus replied as he folded the shirt and laid it neatly on the table. "Besides, you said you wanted to experience a bit of orca culture, well, here you are. It's you, me, the ocean and the beach. This is how my kind have lived for a thousand years." He glanced at the horse, his eyes sparkling obsidian pearls beneath his snow white eye spots. "I think we orcas came out all right."
"Did I mention the bathroom?"
Seamus pointed at the square hole cut into the middle of the floor. It opened to the blue sea.
"And what about dinner?"
Another point at the hole.
"Uh...I thought you said that's the bathroom..."
"The water is everything. I'll catch us some fish for tonight."
Cody sighed. "I had a taste for hay, personally."
Seamus arched a rubbery brow.
"A joke. It was a joke"
The orca shook his head. "No... The sigh. Why the sigh?"
The horse scuffed his hoof. He looked away, then back again. Seamus was beautiful. Even in the shade of the hut, his slick black skin gleamed against his tight, muscled body. From his webbed hands and feet to his large, fluked tail that always seemed to be in the way, from the fin on his back to the odd blowhole atop of his head - he was perfect in every way. In the few months they'd been together, Cody had come to love him. But this place - it was part of Seamus, too. Only Cody didn't think he would ever love it like he loved his orca. "I don't know," he finally replied. "I guess I feel out of my element, is all."
Seamus stood up, walked to the horse. His hands settled on Cody's sides. The horse was tense. He began to knead. "That's how it was for me when I first moved to the land. But now, the land's as much my home as the ocean. Besides, it's only for a week. You'll enjoy it here. It's quiet. Calm. You'll fall asleep to the sound of the ocean."
"Or you snoring..."
"Or that," Seamus said with a laugh. He patted his boyfriend on the arm. "Get undressed. There's something we have to do."
Cody looked up. "What?"
"An orca ritual. It's custom. And it'll help you unwind!"
"Uh, ok..." The horse stripped off his shirt, then his shorts. Balling them up, he tossed them aside. He leaned over and began pawing through his bag for his swim trunks. He pulled them out.
"You won't need those."
"So, then...what are-
Seamus, having stripped nude, slid his hands under Cody's arms and hoisted him to his hooves. The whale grabbed the horse by the hand and led him from the hut, down the ramp and onto the beach. Overhead the sky was a soft blue, filled with puffs of cloud. Underfoot, the sand was a brilliant mix of gold and white. The breeze was soothing against their naked bodies.
Seamus guided Cody some fifty feet or so from the hut, where he then stopped and drew a large circle, perhaps some fifteen feet in diameter in the warm sand. The orca clicked and whistled. The noises were so fast and so high that Cody wasn't truly sure what he'd heard. He peered up and down the beach. It was filled with other anthros, mostly orcas, but there was a wolf under a nearby palm and a rhino about a quarter mile down the oceanfront. His hands drifted to his crotch, covering his modesty. "What are we doing?"
The whale opened his eyes. "A traditional orca greeting."
"And that consists of standing naked on the beach?"
"Partly, yes. The circle represents the earth. It also represents life and all its cycles. By standing in it, you're acknowledging that you are an inseparable part of that cycle. You came from it and someday you'll return to it."
"And that's why I'm naked? In front of all these other people? To...acknowledge the earth?"
Seamus perked up. "Exactly! I knew you'd start to understand." Walking to Cody, he placed a hand on the horse's back and a foot on the back of his leg. He began to apply pressure, forcing him downward onto his hands and knees. "And now for the greeting."
Cody looked around. He'd suddenly grown very aware of himself. An orca couple walked past, maybe ten feet away. They chatted in a series of high whistles he could not understand. "So what exactly do we do for this greet-
His words cut off in a gasp as Seamus' hand grabbed his sheath and squeezed. The other lifted his tail.
Cody scrabbled forward, protesting. "Oh, wait just a second! We can't do this here!" It did no good. Seamus was already on him and he could feel the head of the whale's large cock pressing against his tailhole.
"Relax," Seamus whispered as pushed, mounting his horse. "It's alright. Believe me, it'd be considered an insult we didn't do this out in the open. It's part of the ritual, part of the cycle." He thrust, withdrew and thrust again, slicking up Cody's insides with his pre.
Beneath him, Cody nodded. His hips were already rocking in time with the thrusts. The horse's cock had dropped and was rapidly firming in Seamus' hand. "Relax, hon. It's ok."
Cody hadn't expected this. Not at all. He knew they'd have sex, or at least he'd wanted to, but after seeing the open hut they'd be living in for the next week, that had become questionable. The neighbors. The people on the beach. They'd have been able to see and hear everything. Every thrust and twitch, every snort and grunt. Now, none of that even mattered.
A wave of pleasure yanked him from his thoughts. Seamus slid into him again, deep, massaging his prostate. Cody moaned. His cock twitched upwards, spurting clear juice against his chest. It dripped back onto the top of his cockhead before running down his shaft and dribbling onto the sand.
Without warning, a shadow. A moment after that, a large, red canine dick pressed against his broad nose. It trailed down the middle of it, slowly. Cody glanced up. The wolf. His naked body was a magnificent shade of silver and white in the warm sunlight. Behind him, his tail wagged in anticipation. Cody inhaled. The wolf's scent was exhilarating. A pair of paws suddenly gripped his head behind the ears and forced him forward. The tip of the wolf's dick danced at his lips, tickling his whiskers. Cody opened his mouth. The wolf dick filled it.
The horse sucked and the orca fucked. For a while, it was slow. But Seamus' pace began to quicken. Cody bucked backwards against his boyfriend, squeezing each time the orca pushed into him. Every so often, he shuddered with intense pleasure when the whale rubbed against his insides just right.
Seamus' hand drifted back beneath Cody, gripping and fumbling but doing little else. He breathed hard from his blowhole, his pace a frenzy. After a few frenetic, deep thrusts, he bellowed and his fluke thwapped the sandy ground. He planted his hips against the horse's rear, burying himself as deep as possible as he let his climax take him. His cock twitched. He was right there. Hanging. Waiting for it to come. "Oh, uh, oh..." was all he could manage. Then it came. His cock didn't just twitch and pump, it went rock hard and spasmed, shooting rope after rope of thick, hot whaleseed deep inside his mate. "Holy fuck!" Seamus yelled. The grip on Cody's cock became vice-like. Finally, he collapsed onto the horse's back, then rolled off of him and into the sunwarmed sand.
"Fuck...that was...intense," Seamus said, panting.
Cody couldn't reply. Not with the dog's dick in his mouth. But it didn't last. A second later, the wolf pulled free. "Think I'm in the mood for some 'sloppy seconds,'" he gruffed.
Sliding around, the wolf urged Cody onto his back as he re-positioned himself between the horse's legs. Cody could feel the tip of the wolf's dick poking at his horse hole.
The wolf leaned forward, taking Cody's horsemeat in one paw while feeling him up with the other. "Now this is one hell of a dick." He looked at Cody. "Can you self-suck?"
"I've...done it before."
"Do it. I wanna see."
Cody didn't wait. Pushing up onto his elbows while the wolf anchored his legs up on his shoulders and lifted, Cody craned his neck and leaned in a bit. His length of stallionhood slid easily into his muzzle. He began to suckle.
At the same time, the wolf spread him, pushed into him. He could feel Seamus trickle from his hole to the base of his tail. The wolf wasn't as long as Seamus, but he was thicker. And he could still hit that sweet spot and to Cody, that's all that mattered.
In his mouth, Cody tasted himself. He was salty. Slick. Slightly bitter. He didn't mind, though. The sensation was hot. Incredibly so. And the thought of what he was doing - sucking himself off on a beach while being fucked by some anonymous wolf in full view of everyone - holy shit, now that is HOT! At the thought, he involuntarily spurted onto his tongue. He savored it. With both hands, he gripped his shaft, pumping and sucking it in time with the thrusts into his ass.
A heat began to fill his groin. A paw massaged his balls. Rolled them. His breathing hastened. The wolf was fucking him quicker, his strokes shorter. His tongue lolled occasionally from his mouth.
Another pair of hands, black and white, settled around the base his cock, rubbing it. Cody opened his eyes. Seamus.
The wolf grunted. He pushed, forcing his knot inside Cody's tailhole. When he tried to draw back, driven by instinct, he couldn't. All he could do now was shove forward. And he did. The wolf's dick tip touched the horse's prostate. Cody began to writhe in pleasure in the sand, his hands rapidly stroking the upper half of his shaft as Seamus slowly worked its lower half. The wolf's paw tightened on his ballsack. "Nnnggg..." the canine growled. Cody's head flared in his mouth. His cheeks puffed. The wolf thrust into him and he thrust into his muzzle. They came together. Seamus watched as his boyfriend's cock began pumping. It started at the base and traveled up the shaft as muscles contracted and relaxed. Cody's tongue licked furiously at his head. Horsecum spurted into his mouth, into the back of his throat. He swallowed himself again and again. Seamus watched as spunk began to drip from the corners of the horse's mouth.
Beneath Cody's tail, the wolf unloaded. His hard, red cock pulsed as he mixed his jizz with with the orca's. He instinctively tugged at the base of his cock behind the knot, squeezing out a few extra spurts before collapsing forward against the horse, shuddering and exhausted.
Cody was still coming, though the leak from his cock had tapered to a steady trickle. That's just how horses are. Seamus tickled the length of horsedick, playing with the cum, while the wolf licked it along the side.
Cody squirmed in delight.
After a few minutes of silence, cuddled between the wolf and orca, Cody finally looked his boyfriend in the eyes and asked, "So, that's the ritual?"
Seamus grinned as he stroked Cody's mane. He shook his head. "Nah..."
Cody sat up slightly. "Nah?"
The orca shrugged. "No ritual. I just wanted a bit of public sex."
Cody collapsed back, laughing.
"Wait, what ritual?" the wolf asked.
"We'll show you tomorrow," Seamus replied. "By the way, what's your name?"