Every Phin Has his day 2: The Claiming
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The following story involves large scale male/female and male/male yiffery between consenting adults, and is intended for reading by mature audiences!! Do not proceed any further if you are not of legal age in your local territory!! In other words, we didn't force you to read this, and any results of you reading it, from messes to brain damage, are purely the fault of the reader, and the author is not liable in any way.
Angis, Orthis, Namcha, Siern, Tryllis, Chancy, and all characters mentioned herein are © the Author, John Tursiops Calafin. The YPBS universe is also © John Tursiops Calafin. Any resemblance to beings living, dead, undead, immortal, spiritual, in the future, present, or past, is totally coincidental.
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Well, a lot of furs have been asking me what happened to the phins and orcas at the end of Every Phin Has His Day, so I figured I should write a sequel for you guys? Toumal has been riding my behind(no, not that way.. at least, not yet;) to write some more stuff, so here's your daily allotment of phinyiff!:)
Comments and Critiques that are constructive are welcome: Flames will be used to light the bonfire at my wedding on oct, 27th, 2007. That's right, this Phin's getting hitched!:)
Every Phin Has His Day: The Claiming
Angis Churred softly as he eyed himself in the mirror in front of him, the bathroom of Namcha's parent's house providing his temporary sanctuary, the light blue coloration of everything offsetting his own grey form as he toweled off, glancing to see how he looked.
The mirror presented a view of a 6'4" Male bottlenose dolphin morph, some rather interesting coloration on him, his body now more muscular and fit then that day, many things having changed since almost 6 months ago, his belly taking on a hint of pink as he remembered al the things he'd done that day..
After the varsity member of the water polo team had caught him watching them fondle and pleasure each other, all 4 of them, orca's and male, had decided to let him join in, and he'd been made to blow every one of them, his body getting coated in hot orcan seed, but his rump had remained virgin and untouched, by order of Siern, the lead bull. They'd let him become a varsity member, work and hang out with them, after proving he could play not just as a water polo player, but at their level, having to best them in the pool during practice, and also made him pleasure them, not knowing it was his fantasy all along.
Now he was himself a senior to be, the orca's graduating, and he was in the house of one of the players parents, prepping himself for a grand celebration. And he had some surprises for them, as well; Majick was still very new after the first change and the war, but knowledge was growing fast, and he'd been able to convince a draconic friend of his work a little majick on him.
He'd gained a couple inches in height, his body becoming more muscular and strong, increased with a regular workout. His coloration was stronger now, still bottlenose but with strong counter-colors, almost like a phin-orca hybrid, sans eyespots and saddle. His nipples were now both pierced with golden hoops, and with a grin he inspected himself, his shaft now an inch and a half longer and conical, with a base as thick as a soda can. Satisfied, he Trilled, retracting himself, and put on his only two pieces of clothing; a pair of Speedos, and a collar made of spandex he'd taken to wearing, with the names of the orcas written into the fabric on the inside. He was their slut, he knew it, and he loved it, every moment.
Opening the door to the bathroom and shower, the first sound he heard was a low moan and some wet squishing noises. Deciding to indulge his curiosity, he walked to the room across from him and carefully opened the door a crack, slipping his head inside.
Glancing in the open door, he held back a soft squeep and a trill, as he saw his good friend Chancy, a handsome and dark spotted phin, as well as the teams goalie, tied down to a bench and blindfolded, cock erect as he Suckled on a strap-on wielded by a female bottlenose, a male bottlenose alternately ramming a fat piece of phinmeat into his ass and spanking him with a paddle, the pool of pre under his cock telling how much he was enjoying himself. Feeling his belly pinking at the sight, he silently shut the door and walked down the hallway a bit more quickly, his urges now very much on high as he looked for the spa room, wondering how Namchu's parents got such a big house.
Heading down the center of the huge house's central hallway, he finally found a large door to a circular room set against the back of the house, labeled simply 'bath-house' in a large label obviously slapped on for the party. Bracing himself and taking a moment to catch his breath, he slowly gripped the doorknob, checking in a shiny vase one last time to insure his collar was in place, and then he turned the knob, opening the door and stepping inside.
Before he even had finished stepping inside, he heard several loud moans, male and female, and his form froze as he stared into the center of the room. The middle of the room was dominated by a massive pool/spa, a circle half the size of an Olympic swimming pool filled with bubbling water, diving boards at one end, into the deep end, two smaller spa's to either side, a raised dais in the middle of the pool, all but the topmost layer squirting water, like a layer cake made of squirt guns. That wasn't what caught his attention, however.
He'd met Namcha's parents before, and they had seemed very nice, a bit aloof, though the fact they were loaded beyond his imagination from some technology his dad had developed had explained that in his mind. Currently, however, they seemed anything but aloof, as Namchu's mom was on her back on the central Dais, Namchu's dad below her ramming his fat orcan meat up her ass, another one of his orca team-mates, Orthyn, it looked like, ramming his cock into her cunt as she moaned and orgasm beneath him, obviously in total lust as she was double-fucked.
Glancing around the room, he saw Namcha and Siern, the pod leader, sitting in one of the side hot-tubs, grinning and softly stroking each other's erections, the third of the four, Tryllis, having gone into the water and presented his thickened meat to Namcha's mother's beak, her reply being to gulp it down hungrily as the three-way became a four way, His stumbling steps to the spa bringing both bulls attentions to him as they grinned "well, hello Angis.. Glad you could make it"
Nodding numbly, he glanced at the gangbang taking place in the central pool again, and Namcha laughed "Yes, that is my mother, and yes, she's a slut... my parents have been swingers since I was old enough to know what my cock was for, and she loves having little trysts like this.. I've even done her a couple times myself... she's a babe, isn't she?" His gaze turned back to her again from the orca's face, and he had to acknowledge, if he put aside it was his team-mates mom and looked at her as a woman, despite his greatly preferring males, she was quite a babe.
At the moment, of course, her pretty face was busy gulping down a hardened orca cock, her tits were being squeezed and fondled, and her waist and groin were being bounced back and forth by a pair of jousting orcan spears, her nectar coating her thighs as the water from the fountain cascaded over their moaning forms. Allowing his belly to pinken and his maleness to partially erect, he slipped into the pool beside the two most senior bulls in their mini-pod, both appraising him and smiling at him "got a new look, eh?"
A happy churr and grin met the statement as he smiled and nodded, cooing "Yup, a dragon friend of mine helped me" and he stood, letting them both look him over, ignoring the loud cries of pleasure coming from the fountain behind them, both smiling in satisfaction after their appraisal "very nice.. Everything change?" His reply was a blush, and a full erection of his member, making both males chuff and chuckle "nice... have to let you put that to some use". Seating himself again, he soon found his head softly pulled over and presented with a nice fat piece of orcacock to suckle, and he happily did, tongue dancing along it one as his hands hefted one ball, the other stroking his own turgid shaft
Soft Shivers went through him as he softly lapped and suckled at Sierns huge hardened shaft, every inch throbbing along his tongue as he began to throat it, the moans and churrs coming from the fountain secondary to the deep murrss coming from the male he was pleasuring as he softly lapped up the pre dribbling from it's tip, savouring the sweet maletaste in his mouth, feeling Namcha slide behind him and begin stroking his member along his rumpcheeks, the hardened steel of it's arousal only exciting him further.
Groaning softly, he allowed his eyes to open, a soft squeep of surprise coming from him as he saw not just Siern's face, but also those of the other orca's, and Namcha's parents, smiling down at him, having been so focused on blowing the delicious orcan cock in front of him he hadn't realized they'd stopped, and he felt a blush cover his face and belly "uh, Mr. and Mrs. Waverider.."
Their soft murr and chuckles only made his blush worse as Namcha's large father leaned down "so, you're the one my son wants to claim as his sexual submissive, eh?" and he almost blew his air; he'd had no idea Namcha was even planning anything like that. Forcing his mind back to the present through the shock, he nodded slowly, getting a warm trill from the large male. "Good... Everyone in this pool room is here to witness you getting claimed... are you ready?"
Feeling his body want to run, to hide, he forced his instincts down. This was what he wanted, wasn't it? He loved serving the orcas, being their submissive cock slut, performing their commands. He felt the same ice-cold shiver in his heart as when they'd first invited him, back in the school shower, but then, as now, he was not willing to let it scare away his resolve. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath, and then opened them again, nodding "Yes, Mr. Waverider, I think I'm ready."
He felt a pair of hands softly lift him from Siern's member, and he coo'ed softly as he was made to stand, and he blushed again as everyone saw his fully nudity and erection, and he wound up directly facing Namcha's mother. Her beak and front was covered in orcan cum, a hefty pair of D size breasts, nipples pierced, he noted, standing from her chest. Her groin was covered in mixed lusts, and he forced himself not to stare as he smiled up at her and she giggled, his gaze returning to the other males "Um, so where do I start?"
A soft Chuckle came from Namcha's father as he felt a hand slide around his shoulders and a beak nuzzle his, his body still tense and nervous, on edge. "You will start, young male, by showing you are worthy of my son" and he nodded slowly, feeling the collar he wore be pulled down, following the motion as he slid to his knees in the spa, and chattered as the cock of Namcha's father was rubbed at his beak, easily as big as his sons, a fine sheen of his wife's nectar still coating it as he murred "show me how well you've learned to suckle on cock, Angis, and then I'll let my son and his friends have their way with you"
Nodding slowly, he opened his beak, feeling a kinky thrill go through him as he realized he was about to fellate the father of one of his team-mates. In a motion that was almost second nature, he slid his tongue out and began to lap and stroke it along the thickened piece of prick offered him, his beak following suit as it slid over the throbbing spear. Nervously at first, then with more vigor, he slid the firm pride into his throat, a hand sliding up to cup and fondle the heavy balls in front of his chin, listening for the sounds of pleasure he was invoking as the hips attached to his meal began to thrust, his motions matching the rhythm as he churred, feeling his arousal-regrow.
Trilling softly, he continued to eagerly please the male before him, as he did his team-mates, overcoming any nervousness at the other male being his team-mate's father. Glancing to his left, he pondered that such things didn't seem to matter to his family anyway, as the male's wife was currently bent over the coping of the spa, Siern ramming his cock into her wet sex as she moaned like a streetwalker. A quick thrust into his beak reminded him of his place, refocusing on his duty as he felt a nice piece of maleness being rubbed up and down his crack teasingly, the tip stroking at his tailstock base as he gulped down pre from the moaning bull in front of him.
It took only a few minutes for his experienced tongue and beak to have the bull testing him moaning, and he greedily gulped as jet after jet of hot orcan seed was fired down his throat, the spurting maleness then pulled from his mouth and made to shoot onto his face and neck as he coo'ed, savouring it. Smiling up at his team-mate's father, he gave a happy trill and was answered by a warm murr and a hand scratching gently under his chin "mm, you definitely have the energy and desire, Angis... you suck cock almost as well as my wife..." Blushing, he nodded, and chattered at the grin on his beak "I deem you worthy... now, service my son and his friends"
Licking the salty gift off his beak, he murred and glanced over his shoulder, then gave a soft chitter as he felt a leash attached through the collar he wore and stood as he was pulled up, a beak planted to his in a kiss. His beak soon opened, and the invading tongue of his master to be soon was lashing his own, his body enshrouded in a pair of strong orcan arms as he crooned "now, Angis.. It's time for you to be what we all know you desire..."
Smiling, he let himself be led to the center of the pool and placed on the dais, some residual nectar from Namchu's mother still there as he was placed onto all fours, his tail held high and tied to his collar, a cockring slipped onto his maleness to keep from him orgasming before he was allowed, and he chittered as a blindfold was placed on him, his body tensing as he awaited what he'd wanted all these months.
Soon, he felt a warm hand, then a tongue begin lapping along his rump cheeks, and up into his crack, nibbling softly, tongue lapping as if tasting him. "He's clean as a whistle, and it feels like he lubed himself too, he knew what he was in for.." a soft trill and a conforming nod coming from him brought a chuckling male voice "Good, he does want it"
Pressing back against the tongue in his tailhole, he churred as his feet were also rubbed and licked, body tensing and relaxing with each lap of the wide tongue. A hand at his beak made him open it, and it took only a moment before he was softly suckling at a prime piece of orcan meat again, his tongue bathing it as he churred and mmmm'd, worshipping it as it was thrust into his mouth.
Unable to see who he was pleasuring and not caring, he leaned forward, lifting his rump further into the air and getting a lilting whistle, someone murring "He wants it bad..." behind him. Pausing in his oral ministrations, he nodded and coo'ed, wiggling his butt to the bulls behind him, only starting a little as a hand grabbed his head and forced his mouth back over the throbbing pride of the male in front of him.
Finally, he felt what he'd been wanting for the last 6 months; a pair of hands gripped his waist, and the thick, sharp head of a killer whale prick was pressed to his rear entry, and then slid in, a loud squeak erupting from him as he felt himself taken. It hurt, hurt in a way he didn't know he could but he didn't care, he *wanted* this. The male behind him slowly slid in, murring as his virginal tightness clenched around the cock, his moans echoing that of his claimer as he suckled voraciously on the cock in his beak.
The length slowly slid into him, every detail, every ridge and crevice, seemingly stroking against his incredibly tight, clenching walls, his shaft dribbling pre under him as the unknown male in front of him fucked his open beak. The male behind him took a slow pace, letting him grow used to the huge cock spearing him as he crooned, thrusting back at his unknown lover, the pain slowly being replaced with a hot pleasure he couldn't have dreamed.
Body shivering, he loosed a low, needy groan as he felt the male behind him finally hilted in him, a fat set of balls slapping his rump, his cry echoed by the male as he began thrusting into the very willing, very tight ass presented him. It took only a few moments for the two males to begin thrusting vigorously in time, first his beak, then his ass filled with throbbing orcan staff.
At this point, he didn't care about the fact he was in the middle of a pool, possibly being watched by everybody. He didn't care he'd just blown his team-mate(and soon to be master)'s father. He wouldn't have cared if his mother and father had walked in. All he knew, all he wanted, was to serve these orcas, to pleasure them, his natural biological superiors, in any way they wanted.
Feeling the male behind him begin to thrust harder and faster, he replied by keeping time, his beak barely able to stay sucking on the cock before him. Seemingly far too soon, but not nearly soon enough, he felt the male behind him bellow and a liquid, molten heat fill his rump, his body shuddering as the balls slapping his rump were held to his body, their forms twitching and pulling in as they released themselves within him. The liquid fire was the ultimate reward, the ecstasy and pleasure he'd wanted to feel for so very long. The male in front of him soon followed suit, filling his mouth again with the sweet ambrosia of hot seed, gulping down every drop as he groaned and trilled.
Churring as the thick cock was pulled from his rump, the one in his beak being pulled a moment later, he let himself relax on the dais, catching his breath. It was everything he'd hoped for, and his body hungered for more. "Please, Sir... more?" The resulting low Murrr told him he would have no concerns over a lack of attention, as he was flipped onto his back, Siern trilling above him "my turn, you hot phinslut"
A Squeal of surprise and pleasure erupted from him as his legs were pulled over the large bulls shoulders and a fat cock rammed into his backside, his now stretched tail more able to accommodate the thickened spear as it was mercilessly rammed in, his beak gaping open as he was impaled to the hilt and made to bounce on it like a cheap whore, his own cock slapping his belly in the frenzied pace. Only a few moments later his head was pulled back, another hardened cock shoved into his throat which he greedily suckled on, only caring for the pleasure he was receiving.
He lost count and track of time as he was repeatedly bent over and rutted in every position he could think of, his blindfold preventing him from seeing who he was serving, not that he really cared. His mouth, his ass, his hands, all existed merely to serve the males around him as they made use of him.
After a while, he didn't know how long, the actions began to grow less energetic, fatigue, empty balls, and the passage of time sapping their energy. Finally, he left a pair of shafts pull from his abused, seeded, stretched tail one last time, the double fuck the coup de' grace as he collapsed onto the dais and groaned, his blindfold removed as he murred. After catching his breath, he churred "Did I do well, Master?"
The resulting round of laughter made him blush, and he glanced down, realizing his cock was an angry red in need, and that it was now twilight, electric lights in the walls and pool giving the room a surreal glow. Trilling, Namcha kneeled and attached a collar, a *real*, *Leather* collar to his neck, and nuzzled him "Angis, you did beyond what I dreamed. I now offer to take you as my submissive, as my sex slave and servant, and to teach you and help you grow, as a male and as my submissive... do you accept?"
Looking into the bulls eyes, he saw the same thing he'd felt for a while now, but had been afraid to admit to; love. He loved Namcha, more than the other bulls; he'd always supported and helped him, even stood up to the other male's to insure his spot, and he'd fallen for him, deeply, but had never been willing to admit he could feel the same way. "Yes, Namcha, I accept... on one condition..."
Hurming, and glancing at his father, and at the other bulls, then back at him, the orca bull chirruped "yes, what is your condition?" Blushing red, he chittered and glanced at all the other cetaceans then back to his new master "Um, May I please cum?"
To be continued??