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CONTENT WARNING: contains scenes of Feral on Anthro, Dub Con, Extreme Size Difference, All-The-Way-Through, Hypnosis?, Prolapse Play, and a heavier kind of Predator on Prey (no violence, but certainly a bit more extreme than just species existing)

Another story in the Malcolm Pimp Universe, where we once again follow the sexcapades of the hapless Vik. Set a little before "The Cheapest Whore", we get to see what one of the biggest clients the pup has had to service...

All characters belong to me!

"You sure you want that pup? He's kinda green…" “Yeah. I've had him before, at the club. Almost took me the whole damn way! I want him" “Heh, well, it's been some time since. I can at least assure you that you can fit the whole thing this time, but the big fella?" “Well, if you're not comfortable then-" “Nah. Fuck it. You're a good client, I trust you, and honestly? This bitch needs a little breaking anyway. Just, not too much, yeah?" “... No promises" “Heh, that's why I like yah" Click.

Two clients was what he was told, and the other a feral. And considering how he was at the aquarium after hours, well into the night, the pup could assume that his other client would be one of the critters in the place. The thoughts raced in his head of who or what it could be. It was an aquarium, there were tons of possibilities! A sea lion, a dolphin? Maybe a turtle, that'd be… well… that'd be an experience. He was so lost in thought that he ran right into the barrel of a chest of his client, slightly bruising his nose as he stumbled backward awkwardly.

“Woah there lil fella. Heh, I know I got a big dick but you gotta keep your eyes where you walk too, y'know" the orca chuckled, his laugh a proper loud bellowing that shook the smaller dog. Vik blushed, rubbing his nose as he looked away in embarrassment, “ah, s-sorry. Didn't mean to. Was just thinking…".

"What about?" The orca opened the gate a smidge, letting the prostitute in before locking it behind him. “Ah, well, uh, Mal- I mean, master didn't tell me much about the job, just that I had two clients, you and a feral? Was just wondering who it could be…" The Orca smirked, guiding the dog through the dark, closed-off park, taking him deeper in than the usual guests would get to see. “Well, that would ruin the surprise if I told you, no?" He led Vik into the back, where tanks of various fish of differing sizes and shapes flittered, the heavy smell of salt and wet in the air. “Yeah, I guess, but… well… give me a hint?" Vik looked up at the orca with a cheeky smile.

“Heh, no hints pup, besides, we're here".

Vik turned his attention away from the orca, realizing the two had stepped into a rather large and open courtyard. At the center was a massive pool, and in the dark something equally massive swam about in the rippling depths. The orca led him to the side, where a bench and some lockers were, beginning to strip himself off, Vik following suit. “Before anything, I guess some introductions are in order." The orca pulled his shirt off over his head, his massive belly flopping out and jiggling. He let the cloth fall to the ground as he worked away with his cargo shorts, “The name's Stanford. Or just Stan. Or, if you like", he got up close to the now naked Vik, catching his chin between his fingers, “Sir". The dog gulped, his sheath throbbed as his tip peaked out, aroused merely from the simple offer of control over him… fuck, this job had its perks.

“And this," Stanford said, walking over to the pool, giving his thigh two smacks before a massive creature surfaced, so large that it made even the ten-foot-tall orca look small. “This here is Big Mo" the anthro orca gave the massive feral orca an affectionate smack on his side. Truly, the beast was gargantuan, easily double if not triple the size of Stan himself, and now Vik began to realize, naked as he was, just what he'd be getting himself into. But the dog didn't get a chance to interject, as the anthro continued his little monologue.

“See, Mo here's been reeaaaal cranky as of late. Been scaring the other keepers too with how aggressive he's been getting, and no one seems to know why. Well, no one but me anyway. See, no one wants to admit it, but it's currently mating season for Mo's kind here. Heh, I know the feel, s'why I bought a round with you myself! But, only thing that'll calm the big guy is a nice, tight hole to breed and you are just the hole I'm looking for."

Stan came up to Vik, patting the dog on his back as began to bring him over to the feral orca, “See, I remember the last time I had you, this tiny little pup that could almost take my entire dick! Would you believe that, something as small as you, taking a cock that's as big as you? Heh, that's why I wanted you pup, I knew you were perfect for this job, and uh, well". He leaned down to meet the dog at his level, “helps that you're cute too".

“I uh, I don't know if I'm cut out for-" Vik tried to start but Stan continued to ramble on, as if he didn't hear the dog talk.

“That said, Mo likes to have a little fun with his fucks. I mean, he's an orca after all, these guys are sadistic little fuckers. Trust me, I should know." He gives a wink to the protesting Vik, but continues, rummaging around in the nearby locker, “so, to get this big guy going, I've come up with this little thing here! Real fun stuff, will get you in the right headspace for him, so to speak"

At this, Vik couldn't help but voice his curiosity, “what does it do?". “Only one way to find out. Oh, and put this suit on too, it'll help. Trust me". There was something almost insidious in how he said that last bit, but Vik had his job to do, and the look of the gray patterned latex suit helped distract him from potential hazards.

Being latex, it was a tight fit, form-fitting and slim, save for his minor pudge that made the dog ever so cute. Otherwise though, the rubber squeaked noisily into the night as he put the suit on, doing his best to steel himself for the coming storm. The tight pressure on his body that the suit provided didn't entirely calm his nerves either, especially the right press on his chest. It was tight, almost suffocating, but not actually. Just… mentally. He turned to look at the taller man, who held out a strange mask. On the inside was a pair of tubes, clearly meant for his nostrils, though where they went was beyond him. Where his eyes would sit was an unnatural visor-looking thing, but it was mostly see-through, so logically it must've been some sort of goggle-type thing. On the outside, it looked almost identical to that of a seal, grey and speckled with thin whiskers on the stout muzzle. He looked it over curiously but in the end, shrugged, affixing the mask to his face. Stan walked over and gave him a hand, attaching some tubes to a set of tanks that he'd strap onto the dog's back, a way for him to breathe underwater.

Wait… under… water? He was… yes… the water was where he belonged. It felt natural, his skin, his pelt dry and needed moisture. Stan stood back and chuckled darkly, he'd flipped the switch on the visor, slowly implicating prey instincts into the dog's consciousness. He watched as the pup slowly made his way to the water, his mind trying to fight against the logic and instinct being 3 forced into him, but ultimately losing as he slipped into the unlit waters. Mmfff. He stroked his slit, beginning to stiffen within. The show was about to start.

The lone dog seal made its way into the waters, refreshing itself in the cold murky depths. With agile grace, it sliced through the water with glee, happy to stretch its hands and legs fins as he swam about. His eyes couldn't make out much in the darkness, but all was still in the aquarium Arctic waters, his ears couldn't discern any vibrations in the waters. But unbeknownst to the hapless dog seal, a monster was amidst. The orca, or killer whale as it had been famously called swam just below the little dog seal, circling its prey just underneath. Unaware of its presence, its prey swam about carelessly, freely making rounds in its territory. Though his sense of safety would soon be robbed of him, as the killer whale began the first of his assaults, a simple bash against the underside of his prey. Shocked, the dog seal scrambled in the waters, flinching and floundering, heart racing as he knew now he was not alone. His head snapped one way, then the other, looking and searching desperately for his assailant, but he would not see the next of his attacks. The orca, now emboldened, cackled its wicked shrill chirping as it again bashed into its prey, this time sending him out and above the water. The dog seal flailed helplessly as it caught air, now trapped as the orca's plaything. In its mind, the dog seal couldn't help but wonder, why him? Why couldn't the predator just get it over with and devour him, ending his suffering and panicking? Oh, no. You poor, foolish dog seal. He's not here to eat you. He's here to rape you. Swim. Now.

And he did, as he landed back in the waters he swam with desperation, trying with all his might to flee. To run. To escape the impending doom. But a pair of massive jaws closed down around his lower half. He screamed, bubbles of air bursting from his maw, eyes wide open… but stopped as he felt a tongue pressing against his rear. What… what was…

The hues of water died a little, the visor turning its intensity down a great deal, enough for the dog to return to most of his senses … though the instinct to flail and push away persevered. At least, a bit, until his mouth opened again, another burst of air bubbles pouring from his open maw in a soundless moan. The orca was tonguing him. The thick, massive muscle moved in him, wriggled its slick saliva all around his insides and he could do nothing but moan and flex his toes against the creature. Stan sat by the edge of the water, stroking his stiffening shaft, watching as the pup's struggles diminish, only now twitching and 4 flexing as air bubbles erupted from his open maw, his moans muted underwater. Vik's paws held the sharp teeth that lightly pressed against his entire body, still acutely aware of his position, and yet couldn't help himself but push back into the feral's over-eager tongue stretching him out. Good little prey. Prey are for Predators to use.

The water feels almost unnaturally cool as it flows around Vik, too focused on that tongue rimming his ass to realize that the feral orca had turned the pair of them towards Stan. It was only when a tapered tip poked at his muzzle that Vik snapped from his reverie, the prey instincts losing their hold on his rational mind for a minute as his professional one took over. His maw opened, graciously accepting the burly anthro's shaft into his mouth, which soon found its way deep down his throat. He would have gagged, but long since had that reflex been trained away by his master, after many nights on his knees at the club. And even now, the massive anthro orca's cock gave him no trouble, just a pleasant filling sensation that traveled deeper and deeper…

When the tongue began to retreat, the pup could begin to feel just how deeply it went, the hollowness of his insides becoming increasingly apparent with each inch of flesh slipping from his rim. The way it pulled out of him, the feeling was almost a torture of its own, not unlike the- adrenaline of being surrounded by a pair of hunting killer whales were. The pup's seal's eyes widened, he'd realized he was already too late, his fate sealed as he was already trapped in the grips of one of the orcas, toying with its prey as its partner circled about. The pup seal flailed uselessly, his arms fins trapped now by the orca's appendages. His eyes widened, unable to look back at the incoming orca, but he could sense it, feel the rush of water behind as it approached, the massive shadow eclipsing over him and-

His heart was still racing as he stared forward at the endless bluish white of the firm belly filling his vision when he felt it. A massive tip poked around his back area, slick and squirming, flicking about as it wormed around his furred cheeks. It found the crevice it was looking for, and with practiced poise, it plunged forward, pressing into the slickened rim of the prey pup. Vik's eyes went unfocused, crossing as he was pushed forward into the anthro, the invading feral member slimy and squirming. It was big, far too big, bigger than anything he'd had before! It would be impossible for the whole thing to fit in him, he realized, beginning to struggle a little. How did he end up like this? How did his life lead him here? It was just supposed to be a little easy money, but now he- oh god that thing was huge. The feral orca never stopped pushing forward, drifting slowly into 5 the anthro orca as the two filled their shared prey. Inch by inch, neverending and ever-growing, its mass and girth filling his bowels with incredible ease. His stomach bulged outward, distending as he realized the two shafts had met within him. He went cross-eyed again, as the two twisted and flexed in him… but the feral wasn't stopping. He kept going. Oh god… he was bigger. So much bigger.

Stanford reached down, still holding the prostitute's head firmly against his slit, as he fiddled with the dial on the dog's headgear. He watched with a sadistic grin as the pup's pupils dilated, his visor glowing a soft pink light again as he turned up the prey instincts on the pup once more. The initial penetration was over, the need to keep the pup in place instead of thrash was no longer a threat, now trapped between the pair of cetaceans. But the thrill of breeding prey that could feel that instinctual fear, that unwanted erection tenting in his wetsuit as he was put in his place by his natural predators, well, that was a thrill that couldn't be denied. The anthro looked up at his feral counterpart, watching the massive beast croon as he lurched forward, shuddering in bliss as his hips pressed against the pup's rear. The adrenaline was returning. His cock got harder. Yes. This was the thrill they needed. Perfect little prey for an orca to toy with. He reached down again and turned that dial up…

The pup seal couldn't move. Trapped in his own fear, paralyzed in terror as the pair of orcas violated his body in frankly unnatural ways, though the predicament was anything but logical. But as prey to the apex predator, the seal had little choice but to allow these savage beasts to enact their pleasures upon him. His holes tensed, the electric feeling of adrenaline spiking up his spine did nothing to mask the sensation of both orcas moving about in him. His throat was stretched to his limit as one cock pushed deep down his esophagus, while the other snaked up around its brother, flexing in its prey's maw. And when it flicked out, tensing around his nostrils, panic set in, how could he breathe?! How could he be breathing when a pair of cocks as large and larger than him speared him wholly from both sides kept him trapped- GLKK!

They moved. Such force, though light for the beasts, felt tenfold unto the smaller seal pup underneath. Trapped in between the sea of black and white and solid fleshy pink, forced to endure the torture of massive members flexing and churning in his stomach. The seal pup felt more filled than he ever had in his life! And in spite of the adrenaline and panic and fear… arousal was most prominent of all. Unwanted, but pure ecstasy, the massive cock pumping in and out of his sleek derriere pressed down on his pleasure button with humiliating ease, 6 sending mixed signals throughout his whole body. His instincts screamed to flail, to thrash and push back, but his body spoke differently. Frustrated and restrained squirming, pressing back into both sides, allowing his dilated hole to be ruined by his natural predators before they feasted upon him. He looked up at the male filling his throat and saw the gleam of fangs of a toothy grin. That was their plan, wasn't it? To toy with their prey, make it want this, enjoy the ruinous carnivores' rutting. He couldn't deny them. They were superior in every way, and their ploy worked their magic, making the seal pup harder than ever before. He shouldn't enjoy this, not the fear, not the overzealous stretching, not the feeling of both cocks sliding against each other inside him as they thrust…

But it just felt so very good. His eyes lidded as his head slid up and down that flexing shaft, feeling the way it writhed in his belly, curled around the much larger shaft that fully penetrated through him. Every time that feral orca's hips pressed into him, he felt that tip push up his throat, into his maw and force his jaw to open wider. It wriggled like a tentacle on his tongue, the taste of a predator's pre graced his buds with its addictive slickness. His throat felt raw but coated in that thick layer of slime as the pair used him. It helped the two fuck their toy as hard as they wanted, working in tandem, wrapped around and coaxing each other within the seal pup's stomach toward their mutual climax.

A weak and frankly pathetic orgasm was beaten out of their subdued prey, the first of the group as the orcas only continued through their shuddering and twitching toy. The seal pup didn't even register that he was cumming, the constant smothering of his prostate against the massive feral orca's cock kept his mind completely blank, only receptive to the electric shockwaves of pleasure from the beasts. His nose was pressed against the anthro's slit, even pushing into it as the monster behind him rutted faster, harder… but it was the one above that came next. A pair of hands flippers clenched down his head, his whiskers twitched as they were pressed deep into the predator's slit, feeling the beast pulse and throb down his throat. He was feeding him his seed, straight into his belly, with every throb his whole cock flexed down with the gullet of seed, the bulge traveling down his throat into his stomach. Intense warmth filled him, contrasting the cool waters around them as he was bred, his body unable to deny every last drop.

That was when the feral beast behind him pressed forward. His eyes grew wide and for a second the pup snapped out of his reverie. As if it weren't already bigger than it had any right to be, the orca's cock began to grow wider, tensing inside the pup's body. He felt it retracting from his throat, joining its partner in his 7 bloated depth, and that's when our little prey knew what was coming. The orca's cum vein had engorged, a massive stream of the apex predator's seed had begun to travel down its tapered shaft. The first gush is enough to bloat the pup past his comfort zone and he begins to flail. Too much. Too much! But trapped as he was, there was nowhere to go but within his stomach…

… And out the other end, as the pup began to choke and cough underwater. Thin streams of cloudy seed pour out around the member in his maw, strands of cum eject out from his freed nostrils, burning his senses with the scent of semen. He was bloated too much, the sensation of being overfilled getting too much. It was getting harder to breathe. He couldn't breathe. He-

With a gasping cough, the trio surfaced, Stanford having slipped out of the pup on their way up. Big Mo flipped over, with Vik still sitting fully speared on his cock. The poor pup had lost his breathing gear, pushed out from the force of seed filling him so much it poured from his trembling lips and twitching nose. The instincts no longer fed into him, his mind was clear, but not solely his as he could only endure the feral's climax. Another was ripped from him, his suit tented and cum warmed armed his crotch, trapped under the latex suit.

It was only when the pup could hold himself up no longer that Vik found himself emptying of the feral's cock, his hole still clenching and being pulled out as he slid off his client's dick. Gravity brought the over-stuffed dog off the still-shooting shaft and down the orca's body, splashing into the water below. He felt a pair of arms catch him, holding him as they resurfaced, being thrown onto the wet pavement by the pool's edge. An exhausted grunt left him, along with a burp of bubbly cum pouring out his maw, leaving its fishy cum taste on his tongue.

“There you go pup, just let it out. You just went through a whole lot, so don't try to move, I gotchu here" that voice sounded so soft and gentle, a hand stroked his side as he laid there in his exhausted state, depleted of energy after such a thorough fucking. “I gotta say, I'm impressed. Knew you could take me after last we met but, hooowee! Mal was right, you are a stretchy lil pup" Stanford said, his hand still stroking the side of the prostitute, though his other reached downward, feeling up that abused hole. “Damn, he sure did a number on you…" his hand massaged his hole, prolapsed from overstretching, and now with nothing massive filling him, his sensitive innards struggled to recover. Though that hand felt oddly pleasant on his raw insides turned outwards, rubbing the abused flesh slowly around and giving the pup some reprieve from the slow ache building in his backdoor.

For a moment, all was quiet. The sound of gentle waters rippling next to them, and occasionally Mo would surface, blasting out air from his blowhole, before diving back down. He was content now, having drained his seed into some prey, and it showed in his calmed and docile demeanor.

“Woah… What's going on over here?"

The pair of anthros turned their heads to face the unfamiliar voice. “Aw hell… Richie is that you? You're still here?" Stanford begins, getting up from the ground.

“Yeah was about to head home but uh… Stan… You're naked. And that poor feller there is too. Well. Mostly…" the stranger's eyes drifted over the spread-out dog's form, lingering on that ruined hole. “What's uh… goin on here? You didn't… do something to poor guy didya?"

“Fuck… didn't think I'd ever hafta explain this to someone else but… well shit, we're caught so, might as well." Stanford had his hands on hips, looking back at the semi-conscious dog.

As the two got to talking, Vik found himself slowly recovering. His whole body ached, reeling from the whole ordeal. Between the rutting and hypnotising stuff… he could not wait to get home and sleep… Fuck. He reached down between his legs, feeling his prolapsed anus, feeling the loose skin so sensitive and raw from such an intensive fuck… He leaned his back and moaned softly to himself, not realizing the pair of fish had stopped talking to watch the bitch play with himself.

“Holy fuck… y'all really did a number on the little guy" the shark said, his black beady eyes never leaving the pup's pulled-out hole. Stanford smirked, noticing the growing tent in his coworker's shorts.

“You like that sorta thing huh?"

An unabashed nod, still watching Vik.

“I tell you what, you keep all this a secret between you 'n me, and I'll let you fuck my whore for free".

The shark looked at the orca, bewildered… but the throb in his shorts told him exactly what he expected.

“Deal".

Vik was still a little lost as he played with his loose hole, slightly painful aching mixing with dull pleasure that he didn't realize the anthro shark kneeling in front of him. No, he wouldn't notice until his hand came up to his waist that he looked up, the first thing his eyes would land on was the pair of penises, jutting out of its slit and dripping with need. His eyes drifted upwards, meeting the toothy 9 grin of a shark, ready to take his prize. “God that's a pretty sight!" the shark said, looking in between their legs. His hand squeezed his shafts together, pressing into the dog with ease, making the whore moan softly, “wait… no… you haven't… paid-unnnghhhhh…!".

Vik leaned as his eyes rolled upwards, the pair of dicks pulled outwards, intentionally pulling upwards to drag his prolapsed flesh out with them. The shark did it again, ignoring whatever the bitch said and sending him sprawling on his back, arching upwards as that dull ached with muted pleasure, his sensitive stretched-out flesh being toyed with once more for the night. “God I love seeing a used bitch… lookit that hole, so sloppy, so used" he leered at the pup, pinching the dog's stretching rim between his tips and pulling backward. Vik arched his back again, unable to resist his moaning as he was used. He couldn't help it, nor could he deny that it felt good, even if this wasn't a paying customer… He just wanted to get fucked again.

The shark took his time though, thoroughly toying with the dog's prolapsed hole, even as it puffed up around his hemipenises. And for Vik's part, he couldn't help but love that pained pleasure. It was that dull sharp ache, mixing and coalescing with the pleasure of his raw flesh being massaged by those cocks, how they pushed in and pulled out with the deliberate intent of pulling his hole out with them… Before long his legs were wrapped around the stud's waist as he fucked the dog, using the seed still seeping from his hole to lube the way.

Stanford stood behind, his hand stroking his shaft once more, holding his phone in hand as he recorded the two. While he wasn't entirely thrilled about having to share his secret with someone else, especially someone he worked with… a new fuck buddy wasn't so bad, especially if they had a shared interest. In truth, Richie hadn't been bothered at all by the fact that Stan regularly hired whores to sate the feral orca's needs, in fact he wanted to join in now, which meant paying for the bitches would be cheaper. That… and the discount he'd get from helping Mal break his whore would help. He stopped the recording, shooting it off the jaguar pimp, before tossing his phone off to the side on his forgotten clothes as he stood and watched the pair voraciously fuck.

The shark shuddered, one last thrust deep into the dog's puffy hole, and spasmed as he came deep inside, adding the slurry of seed already inside the whore's depths. Vik came alongside with his partner, his shaft twitching underneath the restrictive latex, though by now his balls ached along with his hole. He collapsed, body going limp as he passed out from exhaustion, heavily 10 panting on the wet concrete, feeling the last pulses of hot seed rush into him before darkness took over.

“Whew… Damn… you were right, this bitch is good. Still tight even after fuckin' Mo had him!" Richie pulled out of the unconscious dog's ass, wiping his shafts on his tail.

“Heh, yeah, s'why I always go to my usual guy for whores. Good boys, good holes, and not the worst price I've had to pay, 'specially not for sluts as trained as him"

“Damn… well, you already had me sold. Count me in for next time eh?"

“Of course! The more the merrier"

“So uh… what do we do with him now?"

Stanford looked at the passed out slut, contemplated and shrugged in the end. “Ah, just let em rest. We can send him back in a bit."

“Alright then"

“In the meantime, I got some beers over by the bench, and some lube if you're interested…"

“Beer and sex? Fuck yeah I'm down!"

The two men laughed, the orca pulling the shark to him with a pair of fingers reaching under his tail, walking off, leaving the poor dog to recover. He turned to his side, a soft moan escaping from his lips… and the taste of fishy semen brought vivid dreams to his mind.

Mal grunted, breathing heavily, his hips thrusted forward, driving his dick down into that sweet spot that made that little bitch squeal. His cigar was lit and clenched between his fangs, mostly forgotten but the sweet smell of tobacco mixed with sweat and his musk fueled his rutting. His phone buzzed, and for a second he felt a flash of annoyance but saw the name on the screen. He picked it up, the flash of light momentarily blinding him, until his eyes adjusted and saw the scene playing on the screen below. The sounds of his pup's moaning and plaps of flesh on flesh, all while his client stroked off played from the speaker. The jaguar's eyes focused in on the dog's face. Lost in the moment, enjoying himself more than he'd admit after the fact. Heh. That's a good pup. He threw the phone to the side, reinvigorated by the video, he resumed his fucking with an intensity tenfold of that before. The sound of squeals and heavy grunting could easily be heard through the thick oak doors of his office.