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Jonathan looked back and forth between the naked anthropomorphic orca man in front of him and the clock. He didn't know how he got into this situation. They'd been discussing Cetacation. The procedure which for at least the past seventy-five years had been allowing gay human males to become pregnant and carry to term. Then the next thing Johnathan knew, his Amplus study partner had doffed his UP-issue black-white-and-tan wetsuit and his natural rubbery skin was on full display. As was something else rather prominent.

“Growler, wh…wha…what're you…" Jonathan asked dumbly. His eyes now flashing between what amounted to a cheeky grin on his friend's face, the massive spire of pink flesh sprouting from the Amplus' groin, and the clock. The clock said it was time to study, but…

“How about first hand knowledge, Jonny?" Growler rumbled. “A practical lesson, if you will," Growler walked up to him, his hand gently fell upon his shoulder, “Of course, we'll only go as far as you want, Jonathan, and at any time you want we can stop."

Jonathan stuttered out, “G…g…Growler, you're…How…Can I even…" His mouth kept tumbling over itself as a million questions struggled to get out. But one thing that never entered his mind was saying no. It was less a question of desire for him and more a question of logistics. As that thought passed through his mind, Jonathan snapped his mouth shut and with a huge blush on his face and a growing bulge in his own wetsuit, he nodded.

Growler nuzzled him with his blunt beak, then he took his hand from Jonathan's shoulder and grasped at the zipper resting just under his collar. As he pulled the zipper down, he followed it with his beak, going down on his knees. As Joonathan's own five-incher bounced from the opening, phinine lips closed around it. Now, an Amplus' lips were not motile enough to create a seal, but even still, Growler managed to create pressure just the same. And soon enough, Jonathan's knees began to wobble.

Right before Jonathan exploded into the Phin's mouth, Growler slurped off and chuckled up at him. “Come." Growler rumbled softly. As if responding to the command, Jonathan exploded, ropes of seed painting Growler's face. He laughed harder, “Not what I meant, but good showing Jonny." He wiped his hand to gather the cum all over his face and licked it clean, then stood up and grasped Jonathan's hand with his clean one, Growler led the two over to the bed. He laid Jonathan on the mattress and loomed over him for but a moment. He slipped in surprisingly easily. And that's when Jonathan felt the motility of the phinine penis for himself. The length seemed to hump by itself, no help from Growler's hips required. It undulated, it corkscrewed, it pistoned, and it massaged his prostate.

Before Jonny knew what was happening, He was hard and leaking again, moments away from bursting again. Growler's body began thrusting not too long after that and then Growler went off. Saying it was like a firehose had gone off in his bowels may have been a slight exaggeration of the reality, but that is certainly what it felt like. Jonathan was soon filled to bursting and after a particularly invigorated thrust struck his prostate, John went off as well. His second release in such a quick turn around, it did little more than dribble out. Jonny was overwhelmed with the pleasure of it all, he was out cold the moment he finished cumming.

***

Jonathan woke up warm. Warm and sticky. Warm, sticky, and sore. He felt the pressure of someone's arms wrapped solidly around him and he realized that last night had actually happened. He blinked the bleariness out of his eyes and his eyes fell on the clock. It was midnight. He daren't move. He didn't want to wake his slumbering giant. The eight-foot tall orca man was fast asleep and was hugging him to himself like a drowning man to a lifesaver.

Jonathan had to, though, as he felt the pressure in his bladder. He tapped on the Amplus' chest. “H..hey, Growler?" Jonny mumbled his voice still gravelly from sleep, “Wake up, Growler. I gotta…I gotta go."

Growler's eyes fluttered open, Jonathan could almost watch the memories pingpong through his sleep-addled mind before he looked down and Let Jonny go. As Jonathan ran to use the facilities, he thought he heard Growler rumble, “So that wasn't a dream."

He did what he needed and came back to the bed where Growler was sitting curled in on himself, his elbows on his knees and his head hung low. Jonathan frowned, “Do…do you…" Jonathan asked, meekly.

Growled popped up and rushed over crushing Jonathan in a hug, “No, Jonny. No. I don't. I don't regret it. No, I'm…well I'm thinking about what happens now. Like, how do we move forward? What happens if it takes? What if it doesn't? How are we going to support ourselves and the calf? Do you even want it? And what will we do if you don't?"

Jonathan smiled solemnly. “Growler, if it takes, I want it. Calf or Baby, doesn't matter. It will be my child. Our child. Despite having Cetacation be common knowledge, it's still hard to believe that it's possible. Knowing it is, and believing it is are two separate things. I always thought that me and my husband, should I ever find my person, would adopt. I knew I wanted to raise Children, but the idea of it being my biological child had never crossed my mind. Even knowing it was possible, my mind never could fathom it happening.

“And if it doesn't take? We try again. If you want one and I want one, we keep going until we have one. Not like that's a hardship either." Jon wrapped his hands as far around as they'd go around the Amplus' form and squeezed, “I'm glad we did that. I may have been nervous at first, but who wouldn't be with what you're packing!" Jonny chuckled.

Growler leaned down and nuzzled the crown of Jonathan's head, “I hope it takes, but as you say. It won't be a hardship to try again. Come, Jonny, let's go back to bed. We have class tomorrow."