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_(Note: The next installment of Beating the Heat is taking a while to show up, as there are several sections that I decided I wanted to include before compiling the new version. However, I know that some people may have felt a little bit left hanging by the unfinished dolphin section, so here's a preview of that section's primary conclusion.) _

You consider for a moment ditching the dolphin men, but on balance, it does seem like a reasonably safe way to ride out your heat. Sure, they don't seem the type to take no for an answer, but at the moment, neither are you. Plus, you have to admit, mating with them is a far gentler and more sensuous experience than you're used to. Assuming their patterns stay the same, it makes sense to stick around until your heat is over, then head off when the retreat for the "night" and head back to your village. For the moment, though, you decide to take a quick catnap - given the relaxed pace of their mating, you don't feel the need for hours of sleep to recharge as you might with your own kind - and then give yourself a tour of the bioluminescent stone walls that make up the cavernous outpost of the dolphin-creatures' domain.

The walls, you quickly discover, are honeycombed with a dense lattice of interconnecting alcoves and pathways, going back several chambers deep into the wall. It seems a bit mazelike at first, but it is easy to find your way back, as whichever pathway glows the brightest eventually leads you back to a different vantage point along the rim of the main canyon. As you walk, your soft footfalls echo and reverberate through the stone caverns, and while every few minutes you hear an echo that sounds slightly out of sync with the rest, given the circuitous nature of the caverns it is impossible to tell if it is the sound of another person, or merely another reflected echo.

Aside from a few glinting crystalline formations, though, there doesn't seem to be a whole lot of interest, and if there is another creature lurking somewhere in those catacombs, you are unable to convince your paths to cross, several times darting off towards the sound only to end up in yet another empty stone chamber.

You eventually get tired of it, and poke around in the caverns on the other side of the wall, but nothing interesting seems to appear, and the cavern system on this side as well seems to be mostly self-contained, the paths connecting between each small chamber, but no longer tunnels going anywhere more interesting. It appears that the only ways in are through the cave entrance, and the one that is underwater - you doubt you can hold your breath or see clearly enough to explore that passageway, though, and you don't want to think what might happen if one of the overly amorous dolphin-men happened to get ahold of you while your head was still underwater.

As you are exploring the last bit of catacombs, though, you hear a set of footsteps from outside them that is clearly different. Intrigued, you let the light of the main cavern guide you back, and poke your head out of the alcove entrance to see what might be out there.

To your surprise, there is another person entering the cavern. Given the cave's relative isolation, and the fact that there hadn't been a hint of anyone but the dolphins in the days that you've been here, you had assumed that your encounter was a fluke, and that no one else would show up. Of course, you realize that you're hardly the only person to go hunting or adventuring in the woods, and if night had actually fallen outside, the cave would look like an inviting refuge for anyone who happened to be anywhere near the clearing.

Still, without knowing what sort of person it is, it seems prudent to hold back and check them out. You blink, letting your eyes equalize to the amount of light in the cavern, and let the form come more clearly into view.

Even from the initial glimpse, the form is relatively small, not hukling like an orc or blue titan, and so hopefully not as dangerous. As your eyes adjust more, however, you are quickly able to tell that the visitor is quite different from any of the creatures that make up the usual threats.

Somewhat surprisingly, the figure seems to be a woman, like you. She is a canine, with fur that seems almost gold in the strange lighting, a little taller and bulkier that you, but her movements are still light and agile, more a hunter than a warrior. She appears to be dressed in a vest and a pair of leggings, both made from tanned ungulate hide, slightly worn-looking but unquestionably sturdy. She has a scabbard attached to her back, with the solid metal pommel of a greatsword glinting above her left shoulder. You watch as she pads quietly into the cavern, her head darting back and forth as she tries to make out what might be inside. Canine vision is good, but you know that it is not as well-suited to dim environments as your own. Still, there's a chance she might pick you out, and you don't yet know what her intentions are.

On the other hand, though, you realize that it's not quite as simple as all that. After all, she is a woman, alone, wandering into a den of rapists certain to outnumber and likely to overpower her. You lightly sniff the air, and catch a whiff of her scent - as far as you can tell, she doesn't seem to be in heat, and so is likely not to find the company of the dolphins quite as serendipitously convenient. As a fellow woman, and one who had had more than her share of experience with unwanted sexual encounters, it seems only fair to warn her off before she can fall into their grasp.

You draw in breath to call out to her, but you were so focused on watching her and deciding what to do that you neglected to pay adequate attention to the rest of your surroundings - and by the time you her the soft footstep behind you, it is too late. Your body tenses at the sound, preparing to turn on your hell and confront it - but before you can move, two wet, leathery arms wrap around you, one tightening around your waist, and the other bringing a hand up to clamp firmly around your muzzle and turning your hail mute.

You know instantly that it is one of the dolphins behind you, which means that the others have also likely returned, and that the woman in the cavern truly is in peril. You try to twist out of his grasp, try to turn your head so that you can give her one last-ditch, desperate warning, but the man behind you is already pulling you in close against him. As you are still naked, there is nothing standing between him and your unprotected nethers, and you feel his flexible tip trace the cleft between your engorged pussy lips before slipping in between them, your heated state ensuring that your body puts up no resistance to its entry. Knowing what comes next, you squirm once more against his arms, but it does no good - seconds later, his tip catches and tugs against a sensitive ridge within you, and then another and another, and all you can do is mmph softly against his hand as your knees buckle and your body sags, trembling, deeper into his embrace. Whoever the dolphin behind you is, it is almost certain that he has mated you before, well enough to know exactly how to stroke you inside. As a result, the struggle, if it can even be called that, was over almost before it began, and your body thrills happily as it succumbs to your latent, heated desire and the flexible member moving expertly inside you. Through that strange lens of complete surrender, then, you find yourself watching the scene unfold before you as a helpless observer, the wonderful feeling coursing through you casting a very different feel on the scene you see playing out before you.

The female canine stops, falling back a step, as one of the dolphin-men begins to emerge from the water. She stares at him, seeming almost as surprised as you were the first time you saw one, and fixates on him so completely that she misses the form of two others as they pull themselves out near the far side of the pool and begin to creep slowly and softly around behind her. Instinctively, you think to try and warn her about the ambush, but at the same moment the tonguelike cock of the man behind you worms its way into just the right spot and nestles in firmly, sending bright sparks dancing across your vision as your hips shudder their way through the sudden climax, the scene sinking back slightly amidst a warm haze as your inner walls clench and throb happily around the cock that continues to probe ecstatically at them.

You watch, panting through the hand clamped around your muzzle, as the dolphin emerges languidly from the water, naked and with his unusual cock on prominent display. Upon seeing it, and as a female adventurer certainly realizing the significance of its presence, she takes another panicked step back, hands reaching up to grab onto the pommel of her greatsword and surely bring it out in a swinging, intimidating arc. The two other dolphins have fully flanked her, though, padding up quietly behind her, and before her hands can even touch a pommel, each of the dolphins grabs one of her wrists and together they pull her arms behind her, pinning them against her back. Startled, she struggles to move forward and pull away from them, panic flashing in her dark eyes, even as one uses a muscular arm to pull the greatsword from its scabbard and send it skittering off, clanging metallically across the cavern's smooth stone floor.

The woman, truly panicked now, strains against the arms pinning her own, even as the first dolphin closes the distance and only stops when he is almost upon her. She sees his face close to hers, and tries to shrink back, cringing when she runs into the body of the man behind her and he bucks his pelvis against her legging-clad rear in anticipation. The one in front, though, wastes no time, his hands quickly undoing the front ties of her leather vest as he begins talking to her in the dolphins' mellifluous, overly flowery dialect, rattling off an erudite explanantion of how the trio were going to enjoy forcing their way into her delightfully struggling body. Midway through the explanantion, though, both the man's voice and the edges of your vision seem to go fuzzy, as your body tenses and vibrates through another climax that radiates out from your core. It is a bizarre juxtaposition, you know, suddenly feeling so calm and warm and sated even as you watch another woman struggling and panicking in front of you, but you feel so thoroughly happy, and your insides so deliciously melty and warm, that it is difficult to care overly much at the plight playing across your vision. In fact, if anything, watching the spectacle seems to be bringing your partner to new heights of arousal, the thick base of his cock stretching your lips pleasantly around it even as the tip seems to redouble its efforts, and even within the afterglow you can feel your body squirming under the intense sensations as you can feel another orgasm already beginning to build within you.

The woman's struggles seem redoubled as well, but her movements are futile against the muscular arms of the men holding her in place. The dolphin in front presses his mouth in towards her as he pulls the vest away to either side, flicking his tongue in a rapid, rolling motion across one of the nipples that had been hidden behind it. The woman cries out at the sudden contact, her shoulders moving as though she is trying to get her arms to push him away, but they remain very much restrained. Instead, she screams, her cries for help going unanswered as they reverberate around the cavern. She squirms into her grasp, trying to pull her breast free, but the dolphin in front keeps his tongue on it, and one of her cries turns into a shriek as the sensation starts getting to her. As soon as her cries change pitch, though, the dolphin moves his head away, instead reaching down to cup his hand around her crotch, running his fingers slowly along the thin leather stretched tightly across her mound. She tries to squirm away from the touch, with no more success than she did before, and in response the dophin presses his hand in tighter and begins to move it faster and faster. She manages to last against it for a few minutes - proving for sure that she is not in heat, as if she was she would have given in almost immediately - but after a while her cries transform into desperate moans that her struggling body fails to choke back, her hips beginning to buck in time with the hand movements before forcing her body to be still, only for the instinctual bucking to return as the dolphin's rubbing intensifies.

One of the dolphins behind her, then, seems to decide that the woman is well-prepared enough, letting go of one of her arms in order to tug at the waistband of her leggings, trying to pull them down over her rear to give the men behind her access to her pussy, only to be stymied by the cord tied around them to hold them up. The one in front, realizing what they are doing, pulls his hand back and almost hisses at them - apparently, he was expecting to go first, but the others had a different idea.

The woman, though, takes advantage of the momentary distraction, moving quickly and expertly enough that you almost gasp in surprise, even from your position floating in a sea of calming hormones as you hang limply in the embrace of your own dolphin as his tip probes firmly against the already-yielding place deep inside you. Despite all that, you are still amazed as you watch her snap her free hand over across her back, snapping her planked fingers hard against soft spots in the wrist of the dolphin holding her other arm, yanking it free and elbowing him in the face. The dolphin to her left falls back, reeling, even as her arms snap forward as her body lurches towards the dolphin in front with a snarl. She doesn't even bother using her blunt, canine claws to try and scratch at him, though - instead, she just wraps her strong-looking hands around the dolphin's neck, squeezing hard. You know enough about the dolphins, though, to know that they don't actually breathe through their mouths, and so trying to strangle them is just as futile as her other efforts.

After a moment, she seems to notice that the dolphin isn't particularly fazed by her attempts, and redoubles her efforts. You hear an odd, faint noise, something that might be the crinkling of cartilege, and the dolphin in front seems to go strangely wobbly for a moment. Even as she howls in momentary triumph, though, the dolphin behind her manages to get the cord around her waist untied and yanks her leggings forcefully down. You see the plush fur on her posterior puff out for a moment, and she drops the dolphin in front of her and snaps her head back around, snarling. Even as she does, though, the dophin behind her moves forward, and you see a momentary flash of pink dart in between her legs before he slams his hips in against her, hard enough to rock her entire body forward and send her ample breasts swaying. She shrieks, her arms flailing about behind her in a desperate attempt to find purchase against him and push him off of her, but after a moment she gives a different sort of yelp, her whole body stiffening momentarily before her struggle redoubles. It fades quickly, though, her hips beginning to buck and shudder, and you know that her body is already beginning to yield, as the dolphins expert prodding begins to find more and more sensitive spots inside her - and you know, from experience, that once those spots are found, the dolphin will happily exploit them to their maximum extent, leaving any woman subject to his penetration quickly quivering in his arms. As the woman's legs begin to wobble, her own yielding evident, you feel your own body doing the same, as the last barrier deep inside you acquiesces and stretches to conform ecstatically around the tip nestling warmly within it. You cry out as the tip suddenly flares with heat, the dolphin forgetting about keeping you quiet and using both arms to hug you tightly against him as his cock splashes molten relaxation comfortably deep within your belly.

The woman's head darts over when she hears your cry, your eyes locking for a brief moment before the dolphin finds another supremely sensitive spot inside her, and she howls in unbidden pleasure as her legs wobble again and give way. She falls forward onto her hands and knees, her head almost in the lap of the dolphin still trying to recover on the ground in front of her, the dolphin embracing her falling forward along with her and continuing to hug her with his body arched over her back, his pelvis still pressed tightly against her. Looking at it from afar, you realize how odd the embrace looks: instead of the usual thrusting and humping, the dolphin's body stays in place, holding her close as his cock does all the work inside of her. In fact, after a while you realize she is the only one moving, her hips rocking back as her body arches into a mating position, bucking back against him several times in rapid succession before her whole body tenses and shudders through the orgasm that the dolphin's ministrations force deep within her.

As she recovers, her arms still weakly trying to fight the dolphin off from on top of her, the dolphin in front of her finally seems to regain his composure. As the one off to the side also struggles to his feet, rubbing his already purpling snout, the one in front takes her head in his hands and guides it further into his lap, working fingers in around her gums and making a practiced motion that sends her jaws snapping open, as his prehensile cock slips in between them. For a moment, you think that she will manage to clamp her jaws down around it, but the tip is quickly tracing across her tongue in the strange, deep-kissing motion that you experience before, and in a few seconds her tongue is eagerly engaged with its twisting dance as she lets out a deep, overwhelmed moan around it. The third dolphin walks over, grumbling about being left out even as he works to grab her wrists and secure her arms again, but by now the action seems superfluous; her body slumps forward against the stone, probably feeling almost as melty and relaxed inside as your own, her throat gulping at the load the first dolphin sends down her throat as her hips buck weakly back against the one behind her before descending into shuddering stillness. The dolphin in front pulls back, lightly caressing her muzzle with his cocktip, taking in the scene with a look of smug satisfaction as the woman begins a series of short, breathy yelps - almost certainly in time with the pulses of cum splashing intimately against the deep, sensitive parts that are usually only reached, for her, with the accompaniment of a knot.

Your own partner, for his part, has had all the excitement he can take, somehow managing to loose a few more spurts inside you before you feel his cock go limp and fall away. Sufficiently sated, you are content to purr and cuddle back into his embrace, feeling his liquid warmth running pleasantly down along your inner walls and trickling down along your pussy lips. The dolphin on top of the canine seems, for the moment, equally spent, rolling heavily off of her only to be immediately replaced by the third one, who is sufficiently pent-up by being sidelined so long that he slams in between her thighs without hesitation, her body shivering desperately against him as his cock worked double-time inside her, grabbing tightly at her hips as she let out a burbling, blissed-out, unintelligible moan before giving in to another body-wracking orgasm of the type that you know is impossible to deny.

Completely relaxed in your involuntary partner's arms, you watch her writhe as the third dolphin takes her vigorously in his odd, externally motionless way. As he finally rolls off her, leaving her to curl up on the ground and let out a series of weak, happy whimpers, you feel your partner lift you up and cradle you in his arms, knowing that you are probably still too weak-kneed to walk properly. You cuddle in happily against his strong, leathery chest, swaying gently in his arms as he walks over to his compatriots.

The dolphin-man sets you down gently next to her, and you roll over to look guiltily into her eyes. You imagine that, even in her spent state, she will somehow be furious with you for failing to warn her about the inhabitants of the cavern. Instead, though, you are surprised when she gives you a look of sympathy. In a way, you know that it is hardly undeserved - after all, you were interrupted while trying to warn her, and tried as much as you could, even if you didn't actually save her. She obviously thinks that you are in the same boat as her, and in a way you technically are - while your heat smoothed over your initial encounter into something more immediately amicable, you are well aware that, had you not been in heat, it is unlikely that the outcome would have been any different.

Both of you are too exhausted at the moment to exchange much more than the most basic of greetings. Even so, you learn that her name is Ahrela, a pathmarker for a nearby canine tribe, explring to find lanes of safe passage in the surrounding forest. Soon after, completely spent from her ordeal, she curls up further and drifts off to a light, nervous sleep. You, however, are still more than awake, the grip of heat only delayed rather than fully sated, and soon you are presenting yourself shamelessly to the four surrounding dolphins, who manage to rouse themselves remarkably quickly. You go another round with each of them, yowling happily as their probing cocks coax orgasms to tremble delightfully through you, and leaving you with another thorough cum-drenching that leaves their seed pooling warmly in your belly, in just the right place to help quench your burgeoning heat. Finally fully sated, you curl up next to Ahrela, cuddling up against her half-clothed body and enjoying the feel of her plush fur brushing up against your own as you join her in slumber.

You are woken up the next morning by another group of dolphins surrounding you, eager to get down to business. Ahrela comes to with a start as one of the dolphins lifts her up, and you watch her struggle briefly as he settles her into his lap, tugging her legs apart enough that you get a good view of her soft, puffy canine spade for a moment before the tip of his cock expertly spears the center of it and presses in quickly, her flesh quickly stretching out into a taut ring that grips snugly around his girth. You look on, perversely aroused by her sudden taking, but before you can watch further, a hand presses down between your shoulder blades, rolling you over and pressing your shoulders flush with the cool stone floor. The hand runs down your back, tickling along your spine, and you feel your back arch instinctively up into a mounting position, your ass in the air and your slick, heated mound on prominent display. A moment later, you feel a dolphin on top of you, and the now-familiar feeling of the undulating cock tip infiltrating in between your folds quickly morphs into a wave of pleasure as it finds one of your favorite spots and rubs insistently against it as your heated body immediately and eagerly gives in to the slow, wonderful, agonizingly and ecstatically intense sensations of cetacean mating, even as you are well aware that each of you will, in turn, take all of the attendant dolphins inside you in one way or another - and that this encounter will be the first of many more for both of you.

The two of you stay in the cavern for what you estimate to be somewhere around a couple of weeks, but in the enclosed environment, without the cycle of day and night to guide you, it is impossible to tell exactly. In any case, there is scarcely time to think about it much - having two unique women available at once to be taken is apparently something of a rarity of the dolphins, as within a day you end up facing a veritable crowd of them who keep the two of you more than busy. Ahrela, for her part, eases into her role surprisingly well despite not being in heat. At first you wonder if having so many dolphins around convinced her that it was pointless to resist, and that she simply decided to give in, but her enthusiastic performance soon belies that - especially when, after one particularly sensual session, she speaks of the experience in admiring tones, actually wondering aloud why the dolphins bother to rape anyone, when any woman recounting her experiences with them would drive droves of others to jump happily, and willingly, into their arms.

The few times you spend together during merciful breaks in mating, you have a chance to talk a bit more, exchanging stories of your respective villages. It is comforting in a way, hearing about something so normal and traditional in the midst of a crazy situation that neither of you know for sure whether you will escape. You also worry about what will happen when your heat is over and the relentless matings continue, but you take comfort in the fact that Ahrela has managed without that condition - the dolphins may be rapists, but they seem to be able to tell when one of their victims has reached their absolute limit, and give them a chance to rest before they reach the point of no return. Sure enough, once your heat subsides the frequency of the not-exactly-rapes decreases, still keeping you busy and practically drowning in ecstacy, but never pushing your body to the point of pain or injury.

Then, as abruptly as it started, the novelty of raping you seems to rapdily wear off. One day there are forty dolphins taking advantage of you, then the next ten, and finally just Ceicile and Orvelipin. After they finish, they wave at you, descending back into the water and tracing ripples across its surface with the fins on their backs before disappearing entirely.

The two of you wait a few more hours, wondering what to do, but none of the dolphins ever return. Still befuddled, exhausted, and halfway glowing with the aftereffects of your continual encounters, you gather up your scattered belongings, pull your mostly-intact clothes back on, and wind your way back along the passage leading back to the cave entrance. You emerge, blinking, into the glare of morning sun shining down on the cool, pristine clearing.

Ahrela insists on bringing you back to her house to help you recuperate, and so you accompany her on a short, and happily uneventful, walk through the woods. During the journey, away from the heat and sex of the cavern that heavily clouded your mind, you are hit again with a pang of guilt about the circumstances of your meeting, despite the fact that you couldn't have acted differently. Still, for Ahrela to be treating you so kindy, without knowing what truly happened... you can't accept it, and so you tell her all of it: how you gave in willingly due to your heat, how you failed to save her, how you were so caught up in it that you never really considered trying to escape, or helping her to do so. She shrugs your apology off, though, pointing out that the fact you were there to take some of their advances meant that they didn't give her more than she could handle, and that, as strange as it had been for her, it was both bearable and even enjoyable because she was able to share it with someone who was there for her, who held her close when she needed it and showed her that she could survive it as long as she needed to. In return, she wants to make sure ou are both well recovered from it, and she won't take no for an answer. You consider pointing out that that was essentially the attitude that the dolphins took towards the both of you, but quickly think better of it.

You are soon at the entrance to her village, made up of a circle of mud-brick houses with thatched roofs situated around a main square filled with a giant fire pit and rows of meat-roasting spits. The other villagers you see walking around appear to share her golden fur and generally dog-like appearance. Several of them glare at you suspiciously, given your feline nature, but Ahrela growls and bares her teeth at them until they quickly shrink away, their ears flat in contrition, and wisely leave you alone.

Ahrela's house is a nice cottage on the southern edge of the village, and she soon has a warm fire crackling in the fireplace and a rack of meat browning in a pot above it. Your stomach growls as the scent wafts over - even with the lack of appetite that usually goes along with heat, that condition has been over for a week, with little else to eat in the interim beyond copious amounts of cetacean sperm. Luckily, both of you are happy to have meat that is still rare, bloody, and just warm enough, and so there are only a couple of scant minutes of gnawing hunger before the two of you are gorging yourselves on the tender, juicy meat. Thoroughly sated in a different way, you curl up with her on the warm hide stretched out in front of the fire, curling up in her arms with the intimacy of a close friend, or even, perhaps, a lover - true, there wasn't a lot that had happened directly with each other, but the two of you had shared with each other one of the most intimate experiences possible.

You spend the next few days just lounging around the village with your newfound and unexpectedly acquired friend, sunning yourselves on the porch outside, cleaning off and splashing about in a nearby stream, hunting and cooking up some of the local wildlife, and curling up happily next to the fire each evening. Occasionally, some of the other canines come over and visit, and when they hear about the ordeal the two of you shared, their expressions turn from lingering suspicion to sympathy, caring, and occasionally commiseration - as they are not the bulkiest of canines, it quickly becomes clear that feline women are not alone in having their virtues exploited by the various creatures that lurk in the wilderness.

You eventually return to your own village, with Ahrela's express invitation to come back and visit her whenever you venture into her area of the forest. You extend her the same courtesy, and over the initervening months you visit with each other several times in both your villages. As unusual as such a canine-feline amity was, as your villagers get to know her and hers to know you, both of your villages become closer as well. They share knowledge of hunting grounds and dangers in the woods, and over time the knowledge of the unspoken pact between canine and feline begins to spread to other villages in the region. By the time you acquiesce to spending a productive heat among your own kind, and the children that result grow to experience heats of their own, there is a tacit truce between all the canine and feline tribes in the region, making the forest safer for all, and bringing you and your other villagers even more new friends (and occasionally, in the right mood, lovers). Looking back on it all, you can't help but marvel that such an impressive change came about from the simple act of lying on your stomach, sticking your ass in the air, and being gang-raped by a serendipitous bunch of dolphins.