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I checked my phone for the seventh time as I walked into the Grand Pinnable Museum and cursed under my breath at how late I was. I looked around the lobby looking for Springer. The lobby was pretty small, with a desk directly in front of the doors flanked by staircases on either side. However, despite how small it was I couldn't find the 6'8" orca.

I was about to call him when I spotted the buff cetacean walking out of the bathroom. When he saw me, his face immediately lit up and he walked over to me. “Hey, sorry for making you wait. Had to take a leak." I rolled my eyes and put my phone away. “It's fine, I just got here. Thanks for inviting me."

Just as I said those words his smile grew. “It's fine, this is the first time we've hung out one-on-one."

“It's also been a while since we last hung out. I was surprised that you wanted to take me to an art gallery." He scrunched his face a bit, but I could tell he was acting offended. "Why is that? Think I'm uncouth?"

“Exactly."

“Ouch." He laughed at the teasing, and I joined him. “But really, switching from hiking up a mountain with a group to touring an art gallery together is a pretty big leap, don't you think?" He looked surprised at being called out, but recovered quickly and led me to the administration desk. “I can't take my friend to an art gallery?" I rolled my eyes as we reached the desk, and a goose lady greeted us. “Hello, are you here for the Baldo Cleto art gallery or the Standard Museum?"

“Two for the art gallery." Springer answered and took out his wallet. I tried to do the same, but Springer stopped me. “I'll pay for both of us." I wanted to argue, but then the goose lady said it's twenty-five dollars each. I decided to let Springer pay for me. With a grimace, Springer forked over fifty dollars, and we got our tickets. “Thank you, the gallery is up the steps."

We began to climb the steps when Springer said, “You know, I was worried you would cancel at the last minute." I laughed and asked, “Why would you think I would cancel?" I asked. Springer looked nervous as he answered.

"Well, other Mark did that a lot." We walked up the rest of the steps when I had an epiphany and stopped dead in my tracks. Springer turned around and looked at me. On instinct, I asked, “Is this a date?" Springer's eyes widened and he stammered for a bit. “W-why would you think that?"

I unglued myself from the floor and walked towards the art gallery with Springer in tow. “When you asked me to come you got really excited, and just now you singled out Mark for being late, and that made me think you two dated in the past."

We handed our tickets to an attendant and walked into the chamber. “When I thought you two dated, I realized how this would look from an outside perspective. Honestly, I didn't even think before answering after you asked what was wrong."

With my explanation, we were left standing in awkward silence as we looked at the gallery. It was a long rectangle with paintings on the walls and sculptures in the center. We could see that the art formed two rows for people to walk down and circle back around.

After stepping out of the entrance, we stared at the first painting we saw in the gallery. It was a small, marbled, primarily green painting with hints of gold that reminded me of how waves retract into the ocean. I turned and saw Springer looking at me with a bemused look on his face.

“Bemused?" He asked before I could ask what was wrong. It was then that I realized I was talking out loud when describing the painting. Springer looked back at the painting, analyzing it this time. “Yeah, it does seem like waves flowing back into the ocean, but if they were green." He looked directly at me and smiled. “Oh, come on. Don't be embarrassed, your description was good." He slung his arm over my shoulder and pulled me into his chest. “But tell me, what did you mean by 'marbled'?"

I was tempted to pull his arm off, but realized that if I did, it could send us back to awkward silence. I decided to hold his biceps as I explained. “See how there are no brush strokes, because the paint was poured onto a liquid in such a way that it stayed on the surface. They then altered the paint to achieve the desired look and finally transferred the paint onto canvas."

Springer looked at the painting as I explained the process, like he imagined it in front of him. We stood there and looked at the painting for a little longer, holding each other in our own way. “You never answered my question." I finally cried as I heard the other guests move around us. However, when Springer's arm tightened around me, it felt like it was just the two of us as we stared at the painting.

“Mark and I dated for less than a year. It was also a clean breakup. We just desired different things. He finished and guided me to the next painting. “What 'different things' did you two want?" We stopped in front of the next painting, but I was too focused on Springer's response to really look at it. “I want to get married and have kids."

“Yeah, no shit you two wanted different things." Springer looked at me before I even realized what I had said. When I realized what I had said, I wanted to run as fast as I could. “What does that mean?" Springer's voice was almost squeaky with how caught off guard he was. Since I couldn't run, I doubled down on my response.

“Have you met Mark? A guy like him would never want kids." Springer scoffed, “I know that now, but I had to get to know the guy first before I made any conclusions."

“Is that why you invited me on this date, to see if I want to marry and have kids?"

“That's the point of dating someone isn't it?" I heard Springer's teeth clang together at how fast he shut his mouth realizing that he admitted this was a date. Hearing him say that took a weight off my shoulders and I could see the painting in front of us. It was small and just a white flower in a blue vase.

“Yes, I guess that is the point of dating someone." Springer's only reaction was to look away. A moment later, he looked at me and held my hand. “Would you like to take me on a date?" I placed my own hand in his, and I was reminded of how tall he is, with his hand completely engulfing mine. “Maybe, but in the meantime, we can hold hands."

Springer took my hand and held it as we looked back at the painting. “I'll take it."

“Also, you shouldn't trick people into going on a date with you." He signed in annoyance, “I'm sorry. Since we already had," he looked around to ensure no one was too close, then leaned in and whispered, "Sex." He stood back up and continued, “I didn't know how to bring up the idea of dating you."

We moved on to the next painting. It was a river with black trees with red leaves on both sides on a foggy day. “What happens if we start dating? Would anything change?"

“Yeah, we would be dating." He said it like it was obvious, which annoyed me since I needed him to make something clear. “What about the others? Would we still be having?" I looked around like he did earlier, and then leaned in and whispered "Sex." I stood back up.

“Oh, I mean. I would be comfortable if we continued with them, since we're friends and I know them, but I wouldn't want you to hook up with some random guy." We looked at the painting for a little longer, until Springer led me to one of the statues in the room. It was small and raised on a pedestal. It looked like someone was fiddling with a rubber band and was about to tie it in a knot.

“Yeah, it looks like a rubber band." Goddamn it. “So, nothing really changed. We would hang out more often," I clarified. “If that's how you want to look at it then, yeah. Unless you want a completely closed relationship?"

“No, I just wanted to know before we started dating."

“And?" He looked at me and I pretended to think for a moment. I already knew my answer, but I thought it would be funnier if I made him wait. “I don't know, let's see how this plays out first." He deflated and turned back to the statute.

“I hate this by the way." He looked back at me, and I continued. “I would have had a better time returning to that hiking trail." He thought for a second before opening his mouth and closing it without saying anything, in an adorkable fashion.

“Do you want to go up to the hiking trail?" A flash of clarity appeared on his face as he said, “God yes."

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I took the bus to the museum, so we took Springer's car up the mountain. We stopped at a diner along the way for dinner and even got takeout for later. It was only when we got to the trail that we learned it was closed.

“What the fuck, they can't close nature." Springer argued to the 'no unauthorized persons past this point' sign. We were the only two in the parking lot so I was the only one who could listen to his flawless reasoning while I looked up the reason why the trail was closed.

Springer groaned in frustration. “You know what? No. This won't stop us." He vaulted over the barrier blocking the path. He then turned back to me, and we both jumped as someone yelled at Springer. That's when a beaver dressed as a cop walked down the path towards Springer.

“What the hell are you doing? Did you not see the sign?" The beaver got up close to Springer and I couldn't help but notice that the beaver wasn't even as tall as Springer's chest. Despite the height disparity, Springer lost every ounce of confidence. “I-I, we were going to climb."

“Did you not see the no entry sign? Get your ass back in your car and leave!" The beaver screamed at Springer, who was visibly deflated.

“Yes, sir." Springer moved around the barrier and across the empty parking lot with his head hanging low as I followed him. I saw the beaver walk back up the trail as we got in. Springer held the steering wheel for dear life as we sat in silence. It was late and if I didn't do something the date would be ruined.

“Are you okay?" He opened his hands and breathed. “Yes." He leaned back and stared up at the ceiling, so I took a deep breath and took my chance. I leaned over and placed my hand on his thigh. He tensed up at that and looked at me. “It's not your fault you know."

“Yeah I know. I'm just upset because you wanted to go hiking again and now we can't." He pretended not to notice the touch but froze when I squeezed his thigh. “I just wanted to hang out with you. I'm fine doing anything as long as it is with you." I learned my lesson and knew Springer wouldn't get the hint.

I climbed over the gear shift to straddle Springer. He hovered his hands to the side before realizing what was happening and awkwardly placing his hands on my side. “Why so nervous?" I teased as he rubbed my left side and his right hand snaked down to his pants.

“I'm surprised, you don't seem like the type to have sex in public." I heard him unzip. I placed my hands on his pecs and rubbed them. He let out an aroused 'oh' as I fondled his breasts. “Well as my boyfriend you'll learn all about me."

He opened his mouth to speak but before he could say anything I kissed him as I lowered my hands down to his abs. He took control of the kiss, and his tongue penetrated my lips as my hands moved further down to his pants. Slipping them into his underwear.

His hands got under my shirt as I pulled both his pants and underwear down past his crotch, exposing his slit. When we broke our kiss, he removed my shirt and whispered, “The safe word is 'ivory'. Once it was off, instead of continuing the kiss, he pulled the driver's seat back and widened his legs. I looked back and questioned, “Is there enough room for me?"

“There should be; the car is made for anthros." I slid down and shuffled my feet to get comfortable. There was barely enough room for me to fit, and even then I had a face full of orca slits. Springer's growing erection showed he didn't mind. I looked up at him as he took off his shirt and saw his abs. From my kneeling position, he looked twice as tall and his muscles were more pronounced, especially his protruding pecs.

I tore away from his muscles and looked at his slit, the tip of his pink dick poking out, waiting for me to worship it. I grabbed both sides of the slit and opened it even more, placing my tongue at the base, dragging it over the slit. My tongue ran over his peeking dick as I tasted his crotch. Springer was moaning in ecstasy and kept his hands to the side so I could do my own thing.

After I finished licking his slit, his cock was further out, and begging to be toyed with. I kissed Springer's dick and moved my way down, kissing him all the way. When I got to the bottom, I turned my head sideways and licked his cock and slit for a little before going in. I raised my head, leaned forward and drove my tongue right in between his slit and cock.

Springer jumped and yelped when I did. Thinking I hurt him, I raised my head, “Sorry, did that hurt?" He looked down, biting his lip, “No! Do it again!" He grabbed the back of my head and shoved me back down. I realigned myself and got my tongue back in. He moaned and thrust into the air as I cleaned his slit.

It tasted salty and bitter, but delicious. I shoved my tongue as deep as possible, then dragged it against the fleshy walls. I slid it into the slit, sandwiching it between his cock and the wall. Springer was practically screaming, and his hand pushed even harder. His dick was fully erect and I was pressed against it.

“Fuck, keep going, get deeper." He pleaded and I complied. I stretched my jaw as wide as possible, and shoved my tongue as deep as it could reach. I cleaned the top even better than the bottom, getting into every nook and cranny I could. While Springer moaned, it wasn't as loud as before, but I knew what to do.

I used my tongue to prod his slit. Every time I did that, Springer thrust harder and moaned louder. After teasing him for a minute, I slowly applied more and more pressure to my tongue, inserting it into the crevice of his crotch.

My neck wrapped around Springer's cock and my tongue was trapped between his cock and slit. This proved too much for Springer, who slammed my head down and threw his hips up, cumming up in the air. He thrust a few more times as cum landed on my back and face, as well as everywhere else since he flung his dick every which way.

He let go of my head and I quickly got his dick in my mouth, swallowing the rest of his cum. I focused on swallowing the cum ropes, trying to contain the mess. Eventually, Springer stopped cumming and I pulled him off. His pants fell down from all of his thrusting, making his thighs the perfect spot to rest my head.

His cock throbbed as I looked up. His abs were covered in sweat and cum that glistened as he breathed heavily. He had his hands on his pecs, still rubbing his nipples, riding high. I lay there, basking in the afterglow when I realized how painful my crotch was.

I slid my pants off my crotch and my dick sprung forward and dripped pre. “Need help with that?" I placed my hands on his thighs and looked up at him, “It's your fault." I raised myself up an inch before Springer pushed down on my shoulder. “You should lube it first."

His dick twitched as he said it, spewing a drop of pre for me to lick. I placed my tongue on the pre drop and licked up to the tip. I engulfed his cock, deep throating all the way to the base as Springer moaned in surprise.

I coughed up as much saliva as I could to lube it up as best as I could before pulling it off. “You are really talented, you know that?" Springer complimented me as he helped me onto his lap. He pulled my pants down to my ankles as I returned to my original position. However, this time I had an orca cock sliding between my cheeks and my dick was pressed perfectly into the middle of his abs.

Springer grabbed my hands and guided them to his pecs, or specifically his nipples. I circled them with my thumbs as I grinded against his cock. He thrust his dick between my cheeks before grabbing me and lifting me up. Before he could insert his dick, I pulled forward, escaping his grasp.

He looked at me confused when I spoke up. “Do you want me to rub your nipples?" He bit his lip and breathed, “Yes, I want you to rub, pinch and bite them." I smiled and grabbed his dick and teased one of his nipples. “Do you want to shove your dick into me and fuck me till you cum?" He thrusted into my hand as he answered. “Yes, I want to ram my dick so far into you that you scream and I cum so much you get pregnant!" I used my pointer finger and thumb to tease one of his nipples as I sat down slightly, letting the tip of his dick press against my anus as I asked, “Do you want to be my boyfriend?"

“Yes!" He moaned as he pushed up as I sat down. These two motions sent the dick much further than either of us intended. This made me squeeze his nipple harder than I intended. This spurred him on as he pulled out and thrust back in. I grabbed the other pec as Springer did all the work, bouncing me up and down.

Springer was in sex mode, his teeth were clenched and the only thing escaping from his mouth were grunts and hot air. On the other hand, I moaned like crazy as Springer violated my ass. His dick was naturally slick and my saliva made it even easier for him to enter. My own dick was grinding between my and Springer's abs, squirting pre that made grinding easier.

My hands were placed firmly on his pecs, and his nipples made themselves known. I grabbed them the best I could, rubbing them like Springer wanted. He moaned and thrust harder, so I tried squeezing them. He inhaled and pulled further out and shoved as much as he could into me. He did it with such force that my face was pushed into him.

I screamed into his breasts as I came onto his abs. I shot directly into his stomach as he rammed his cock into me. I tried to pull away but was forced back into him, but I noticed that I was right against one of his nipples. My head was so cloudy that I didn't even realize I had wrapped my mouth around his nipple.

I licked and sucked absentmindedly. I was so entranced by it that I was legitimately scared when Springer screamed. He rammed his dick as far as possible, shoving into me and somehow came more than before. Shooting loads into me as he kept thrusting.

After cumming buckets, he sat back down, breathing heavily, and patted my head. “You can stop biting." Once he said that I realized what had happened. I bit his nipple. I unlocked my jaw and pulled away, a string of saliva connecting my lips and his nipple like a bridge. I lay back down on his abs as he held me.

After a while he kissed the top of my head. “Have you been with a dolphin before? Because I've never had anyone do that with their tongue and my slit before." I laughed and tried to sit up, immediately regretting it as pain shot through my ass. Springer's dick retracts slowly, with only a little left in me. “Do you have anything to clean this up?"

He looked in the back and into the glove compartment. “We can use our shirts." He announced proudly as he looked back at me. Before I could respond, a tap from the window interrupted my thoughts. It scared us so much that Springer's dick flung out, leaving me to try and hold all of his cum in me.

The window was covered in steam, so we had to roll it down, revealing a very angry looking beaver cop.